Rebirth: Holding on to the golden thigh and showing off

"Xiaowei, let's go." Xuan Qingli had already put on defensive clothes and had also pasted a few defensive talismans.

He and I are equally matched. I always wear the Holy Lotus Armor, and also wear a piece of defensive armor found in the ruins of the ancient demon god.

There is no way. I cherish my life very much and I am afraid of being swallowed alive by this thick fog.

As soon as we went out, the thick fog surrounded us. The defensive items could indeed slow down the effect of them absorbing spiritual energy, but they could not block the sight.

An icy breath enveloped the body, a chill that penetrated the bone marrow.

In the white fog, only the faint candlelight from the red lanterns can be seen, and it feels like countless red eyes are staring at you.

The rustling sounds of friction were gathering in one direction.

We followed carefully, and as the friction sound faded away, the thick fog around us gradually dissipated.

Countless tentacles were vaguely seen. They stroked the buildings in the city and then quickly dispersed. This was a monster with many hands.

Finally we arrived at the city lord's mansion. The gate was closed and there was not a single guard on duty.

"Should we go in and take a look now?"

"No, this monster's home turf is at night. If we rush in, we will alert the monster."

Xuan Qingli thought that perhaps the two of them had already alerted the monster, but the monster did not attack them for some unknown reason.

When the white fog around us dissipated, it was already sunrise and the sky gradually became brighter.

We both had the feeling that if we waited just one more day, it would all be over once the wedding started.

"Miss, today is your big day, you must get up early and dress up."

Chu Yan was finally able to see clearly the appearance of the maid who had been feeding her medicine these days. Her round face looked very festive, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were dull.

She wanted to struggle but she had no strength at all. She couldn't even open her eyes. She let the maid dress her up.

Every time when Chu Yan had accumulated a certain amount of spiritual energy, the maid would notice it and force her to drink another bowl of medicine. In the end, she didn't want to struggle anymore.

The people behind the scenes didn't want her life, so her life was probably not in danger.

But lying in bed every day like a useless person made her feel very uncomfortable.

The gongs and drums were already being played in the City Lord's Mansion, and all the guests had taken their seats with their invitations. Xuan Qingli and I were arranged to sit at the table closest to the wedding hall.

Watch the people coming and going around you, trying to find flaws in them.

In the backyard, a beautiful lady took Chu Yan's hand and comforted her softly, "Yan'er, just listen to your father and marry the prince well."

Chu Yan struggled hard to break free from the lady's hand to express his refusal.

"Your illness requires precious medicinal herbs to prolong your life. What can that poor boy give you? You will suffer if you follow him. Yan'er, don't be so silly. Be good. Everything will be fine after you get married."

"Please prepare Miss's wedding dress and help her to the wedding hall later."

"Okay, ma'am."

No, Chu Yan cried out in her heart, she didn't want to marry a dead person.

Even through her clothes, I could feel the coldness of this lady's hands, which was not the temperature that a human should have.

Although Chu Yan was extremely unwilling, she was still carried to the front hall by the two maids beside her. The sound of gongs and drums could be heard along the way.

The originally festive music became a death warrant to her ears.

When the bride was helped in, Xuan Qingli and I looked at each other. The scent coming from this woman was Chu Yan.

How did she become the bride, and what roles did Qing Si and the others play?

Another man in a red wedding dress came in, with a big red hydrangea on his chest.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It was neither Qing Si nor Yuan Mo. It seemed that the owner of this secret realm liked to play role-playing games.

When the people around saw the bride and groom arrive, the sounds of salutes, laughter, and blessings intertwined together, forming a happy yet strange picture.

The two of us didn't fit in here, and the people around us didn't notice at all.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

Chu Yan was forced to worship heaven and earth with the groom, but she didn't want to do that. Who will save her?

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

She hasn’t even worshipped her own biological parents yet, and now she has to worship a ghost couple in this secret place?

Chu Yan struggled feebly with the maid who was supporting her, she was unwilling.

"Stop, Yan'er, are you willing to come with me?" The ghostly man in black looked at Chu Yan affectionately. He came to steal her wedding.

The guests around were motionless, as if someone had pressed a stop button.

"Can you give my daughter a life of luxury? You can't. You can't even afford the money for my daughter's medicine. Taking my daughter away would kill her."

“I can make money.”

"Can you make money as fast as my daughter spends it? Do you own a house?"

"No, but I can earn money to buy it."

"Then where will my daughter live? Will she wander around with you? I have raised my delicate daughter with great care, and I cannot let her suffer with you. It is your parents' order and the matchmaker's words, so you have no say. Come on, chase him away."

"Yan'er, have you really forgotten the time we spent together? You said you would give me some time, and you said you would convince your parents."

Chu Yan could feel the maid beside her tightening her grip on her arm as the man questioned her, making her feel like her arm was about to be broken.

This ghostly man is undoubtedly the owner of this secret place.

"The toad wants to eat the swan's flesh, but he doesn't even take a piss to look at himself. He's trying to steal a bride. What a joke."

"Look at the clothes on the poor boy. They are not as valuable as the embroidered shoes on the young lady's feet."

"You still say that making money is enough. Even if you make money for a lifetime, it won't be as much as the City Lord's Mansion earns in one day."

Sarcastic and mocking words continued to ring out around us, the guests slowly disappeared, and the delicious food on the table turned into a pile of dust and scattered away.

The originally magnificent decorations around were turned into dust, and the front hall instantly became dilapidated. Under the candlelight, it looked a bit eerie.

There were only a few people left on the stage, and Xuan Qingli and I watched the show continue.

"Yan'er, say something. Will you agree to go with me?" The ghostly man lowered his head and looked at the embroidered shoes on Chu Yan's feet.

Chu Yan's intuition told her to agree to this man immediately, but no sound came out of her mouth.

"Hehe, it seems that you are also a vain woman. You obey me in every way when I need you. I have seen your true face clearly." The ghostly man laughed.

His laughter grew louder and louder, gradually approaching madness.

Suddenly his clothes turned white, and his hand covered one of his eyes. "Run away, I can't control him anymore."

The change was so fast that we couldn't react.

Chu Yan had already collapsed to the ground without anyone to support her, and the veil on her head fell to the ground, "Brother Qingli, save me..."

She looked at Xuan Qingli pleadingly, asking him to save her and she would give herself to him.

If I knew what Chu Yan was thinking at this moment, I would definitely curse her, "Shameless!"

Xuan Qingli threw a Qi-replenishing pill into Chu Yan's mouth, and then pulled me back.