Chapter 22: If Someone Killed Him, Shang Que Would Also…

[This works too? I’ll take it, take it, take it!]

[Take what? His luck of running into ghosts?]

[No, no, no! I take it back!]

Shang Que had no time to comfort Ning Sheng; she had to admit, “Luck reaching this level is truly impressive.”

Ji Jingchuan immediately straightened his back, lifted his chin, and proudly accepted the praise. “Of course! Luck is also a part of strength!”

The most crucial clue in this room seemed to be the hidden door that Ji Jingchuan had accidentally opened. Aside from that, neither Lu Zhixu nor Shang Que found anything useful despite searching everywhere.

The hidden door was embedded in the wall, concealed by a painting of a beauty bathing. It was somewhat narrow—someone with Lu Zhixu’s build would have to turn sideways to squeeze through.

Beyond the hidden door was another locked room. From its layout, it appeared to be a servant’s quarters, with a communal bed. Against the wall stood an old wooden cabinet, its lock seemingly broken by force. The cabinet door hung precariously, barely attached.

While Lu Zhixu and Ning Sheng searched for clues near the cabinet, Shang Que walked to the bed. A thin layer of dust covered the surface, but faint footprints were visible, extending all the way to the window.

Shang Que stepped onto the bed, carefully avoiding the footprints, and approached the window. One of the window latches was broken, and the narrow ledge bore two distinct handprints. She glanced down, then pushed the window open. Outside, the night stretched endlessly.

“So much dust.” Ji Jingchuan coughed a few times, wrinkled his brow, and covered his nose. When he turned and saw Shang Que, he exclaimed in surprise, “Shang Que, why are you climbing out the window?”

The other two also looked over. They saw Shang Que standing on the only window in the room, one leg already stepping out.

“I’m checking where this leads.” She swiftly climbed through the window and landed outside, scanning her surroundings.

It seemed they had exited the estate. The area was overgrown with tall weeds, except for a barren patch beneath her feet. The ground showed signs of a violent struggle.

Shang Que crouched down to examine it more closely when Ji Jingchuan’s voice suddenly called out from behind her.

“Shang Que, are you okay?” He shouted while placing one foot on the windowsill, gripping the frame as he prepared to climb out. “Wait there! This genius is coming to rescue you!”

Realizing he had misunderstood, Shang Que turned back and said, “I’m fine. I’m just checking the clues on the ground.”

Ji Jingchuan froze mid-action. A second later, he swiftly pulled his extended leg back and lowered his stance. “Oh… Then hurry up. It’s creepy out there.”

He paused before adding, “Not that it’s scary. I’m just worried you might catch a cold.”

[Ji Jingchuan: I’m definitely not scared.]

[Hahaha, that’s the most obvious guilty denial ever.]

Ignoring him, Shang Que used the camera light to examine the area more carefully. Besides the struggle marks, she noticed dark red splatters scattered around.

Most likely bloodstains. Shang Que didn’t reach out to touch them. While the production team wouldn’t use real human blood, it could be from chickens, ducks, or fish. Even if it was just red paint, she had no desire to get it on her hands.

Just then, Lu Zhixu called out from inside. “Shang Que, come take a look at this.”

“Why do you only call her? What about me?” Ji Jingchuan protested.

Lu Zhixu didn’t argue, instead coaxing him like a child. “Fine, you can come look too.”

“I won’t!” Ji Jingchuan huffed. “Is this how you treat the God of Luck?”

Just as he was about to continue complaining, a hand suddenly smacked the back of his head.

Shang Que had climbed back in from outside. “If you’re that bored, go chat with the coffin in the main hall. If there’s a ghost inside, you might just annoy it into jumping out.”

[Oh my god, is Shang Que actually a genius?]

[How did you know Ji Jingchuan has been described as ‘capable of annoying the living to death and the dead back to life’?]

[Perfect! If Xiao Man is in the coffin, they won’t even need to find a key to unlock it.]

Ji Jingchuan immediately shut up.

Lu Zhixu smirked. “I think that’s a great idea.” He was promptly rewarded with a sharp glare from Ji Jingchuan.

It was fine if Shang Que teased him, but why was everyone else joining in?

However, Shang Que ignored the interaction and walked over. Ji Jingchuan, still fuming, trailed behind her.

Ning Sheng was holding an old notebook. When she flipped it open, dust flew up, making her cough. She explained, “We found a diary on top of the cabinet. It was written by a servant named Xiaodie.”

Shang Que took it and skimmed the first few pages. The initial entry seemed to be from when Xiaodie had just started working for the Zhang family.

[June 15: I finally found a job. The master of this house seems kind, and the other servants are easy to get along with. I was assigned to serve the second young master. Xiao Mei, who shares my quarters, said it won’t be easy. But that’s fine. I’ll work hard. I just hope the month passes quickly so I can get my wages and buy medicine for my sister.]

[June 16: I met the second young master today. He wasn’t difficult to deal with. When he heard about my sick sister, he even gave me an advance on my wages. I was so grateful. But when I told Xiao Mei about it, she looked strange. When I asked why, she just said it was nothing.]

The earlier pages recorded mundane daily events. The diary entries varied in length—on busy days, Xiaodie wrote only a few sentences, while on less hectic days, she wrote much more.

Two names appeared most frequently in the diary: Xiaodie’s terminally ill younger sister and the second young master, Zhang Youcheng.

He gave Xiaodie an advance on her wages. He saved food for her. When she worked the night shift, he let her go to bed early. From the way she wrote about him, he treated her… strangely well.

Ning Sheng frowned. “This is suspicious. I get a bad feeling about this second young master.”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Ji Jingchuan said matter-of-factly. “Anyone who showers you with kindness for no reason has ulterior motives.”

Shang Que sensed there was a deeper meaning behind his words but didn’t dwell on it. She turned the page—and suddenly stopped.

This page seemed to have been soaked in water and had dried into a wrinkled mess. The ink was smudged, but they could still make out some key words.

“Second young master… demon… intruded… I… cried for help… Xiao Mei pretended to be asleep…”

Ning Sheng’s eyes widened. “Does this mean the second young master was just pretending to be kind all along? That night, he broke into the room and forced himself on Xiaodie. Xiao Mei was there but pretended to be asleep.”

[I knew it! That second young master was scum. Even after dying, he still haunts young girls.]

[His obsession with that bathing beauty painting was already a red flag.]

[I wonder if Xiao Mei was also a victim, which is why she didn’t dare to help.]

[The way this page is wrinkled—was Xiaodie crying while she wrote it?]

The atmosphere grew heavy. Shang Que continued flipping through the diary.

Zhang Youcheng had threatened Xiaodie with her sister’s life, forcing her to stay silent. She tried locking her door, thinking it would keep him out, but one night, he emerged from the hidden door in the wall.

Another time, she hid in the cabinet and asked Xiao Mei to lock it from the outside. Zhang Youcheng simply smashed the lock with a hammer and dragged her out.

[July 14: I let Xiao Mei get beaten because of me. I feel so guilty.]

[July 15: Zhang Youcheng is a monster. He even set his sights on my sister… No. I can’t let this continue. I have to find a way. I must make everyone see his true face.]

The diary ended abruptly. The group exchanged uneasy glances, momentarily speechless.

Outside, Jiang Yizhe’s voice suddenly called out. “Shang Que? Lu-ge? Where are you?”

Shang Que closed the diary. “Let’s go see what they found.”

Exiting through the hidden door, Jiang Yizhe and Lin Jinyi stood at the entrance, hesitating on whether to enter the room.

Seeing them, Lin Jinyi let out a sigh of relief. “See, I told you they would come out once they heard the noise.”

“Shang Que,” Jiang Yizhe handed over a booklet, “we didn’t find the key, but we discovered this in the butler’s room. Xiaoman’s name is inside.”

It appeared to be an account book. Next to Xiaoman’s name were two numbers—one marked as a dowry, with the recipient listed as the Liu family. The second number was twice as high as the dowry, and now, the meaning was clear—it was the price paid for Xiaoman’s life, with her father as the recipient.

【!!!】

【This is terrifying. Was Xiaoman sold by her own father?】

【That heartless old man! She was his own daughter! How could he do that?】

Shang Que suddenly thought of something, returned to the hall, and examined the iron lock on the coffin.

Seeing this, Lin Jinyi asked, “Are you trying to pry it open?”

“No,” Shang Que frowned and explained, “Look, the lock on the coffin is just a cheap, ordinary iron lock. But the Zhang family is wealthy—even the servants’ rooms use brass padlocks.”

Ning Sheng caught on. “You’re saying that the iron chain on the coffin might not have been placed by the Zhang family?”

“No wonder we couldn’t find the key no matter how much we searched,” Jiang Yizhe was puzzled. “Then where is the key?”

“We might have overlooked something.” Lu Zhixu reminded them, “When a bride is married off, she moves from her family home to her husband’s house. Maybe we should look for clues at Xiaoman’s home.”

An answer was beginning to form, but they still needed solid proof.

“Xiaoman’s home,” Lin Jinyi thought for a moment. “I think the address is in that account book.”

Shang Que held the account book. She had just closed it but now reopened it to find Xiaoman’s page. As she flipped through, a familiar name suddenly caught her eye.

【Xiaodie: August 15th, fell into a well and drowned. Since there were no family members, no funeral expenses were required. The second young master is short on a servant and needs a replacement soon.】

August 15th… Xiaodie’s diary stopped on this very day.

She had written that she was going to expose Zhang Youcheng’s true nature, but there was no follow-up.

Falling into a well—was it really an accident? And what did “no family members” mean? What about her sister?

Shang Que shared her discovery with the others. Ji Jingchuan reacted strongly after hearing it. “What do you mean she ‘fell in’? They definitely killed Xiaodie! And they probably killed her sister too! If I were Xiaodie, I wouldn’t let them off, even as a ghost!”

Seeing his anger, Shang Que was a bit surprised. “Are you really that upset?”

“Of course! That was her own little sister. How devastated must she have been? If—if—”

If he were murdered, Shang Que would definitely be furious too. Ji Jingchuan was about to say this when he suddenly recalled that this was exactly what happened in the storyline. After he was run over and killed, Shang Que investigated the truth and avenged him, ultimately sacrificing her own life in the process.

Ji Jingchuan’s throat tightened, a sour feeling welling up inside. His eyes reddened as he looked at her.

【Ji Jingchuan is this empathetic? I thought he was heartless.】

【I’m crying! I actually have a little sister, and if someone hurt her, I would fight to the death!】

Shang Que felt a strange pang in her heart. She looked up at him, but Ji Jingchuan suddenly turned away.

“Maybe Xiaodie really did become a vengeful spirit and took revenge,” Jiang Yizhe suggested. “Because I just noticed something in the account book—from August onward, the expenses recorded an increasing amount spent on medicine for the second young master of the Zhang family. At first, it was just ordinary medicine, but later, they even started using ginseng. Lin Jinyi kept saying this family was rich, but then I turned the page and saw the funeral expenses for him.”

“He deserved it,” Lin Jinyi sneered. “If ginseng had a soul, it would rather rot in the ground than be used on someone like him.”

The atmosphere lightened slightly with this remark. Ji Jingchuan awkwardly changed the subject. “Where is Xiaoman’s home?”

After finding the address in the account book, they set off for Xiaoman’s house.

Unlike the grand Zhang family estate, Xiaoman’s home was a small, dilapidated house.

Pushing the door open, they were met with a damp, dark hall filled with the foul stench of decay.

The house was tiny, with only two rooms—one belonged to Xiaoman’s parents, while the other was filled with wedding items. Red banners, paper-cut decorations, candles—it all had an eerie, festive feel.

“Is this Xiaoman’s room?” Ning Sheng asked in confusion. “Why hasn’t anything been unpacked? Wasn’t the wedding already over?”

Shang Que glanced around. This seemed to be the most well-furnished room in the house. A solid wood round table, a spacious bed, brand-new bedding—it was clean and neat, completely out of place with the surrounding environment.

She walked to the wardrobe, grabbed the handle, and pulled it open. “This must be Xiaoman’s brother’s or younger brother’s room.”

Ning Sheng instinctively asked, “Did you see her brother’s or younger brother’s ghost in there?”

【Hahaha, still can’t forget how Shang Que scared you earlier, huh?】

【Same! My first thought was also ghosts.】

【I can totally see Shang Que doing that—opening the wardrobe, seeing a ghost, and acting like nothing happened while luring others over to be scared.】

Shang Que: ……

“No ghosts,” she said, swinging the wardrobe doors wide open. “The clothes inside are all men’s styles, including a wedding outfit. All these wedding decorations must have been prepared for Xiaoman’s brother or younger brother.”

“Then… is it possible that Xiaoman was sold to the Zhang family so her family could afford a wedding for their son?” Lin Jinyi refused to use the word “married”—to her, this was nothing more than a vile transaction.

“Very possible.” Shang Que nodded. “Now I’m really curious where Xiaoman usually lived.”

Lu Zhixu pondered. “There’s another door in the hall. It probably leads to the backyard.”

“Let’s check it out.”

They pushed the door open, revealing a cramped, cluttered courtyard. Directly ahead was the kitchen, with a small adjacent room that had a rusty iron lock hanging from its worn wooden door.

“It’s the exact same lock as the one on the coffin!” Jiang Yizhe exclaimed.

【So it really was her father’s doing. Disgusting. He killed his own daughter and then used iron chains and locks to trap her, fearing she’d return for revenge.】

Everyone present was enraged, especially Lin Jinyi, who started cursing so much that the production team had to censor her, leaving the livestream filled with “beep” sounds.

After venting, she asked, “This lock is shut too. Should we go find the key in that ‘beep—’ room?”

Jiang Yizhe laughed. “How’d you figure that out? Everyone else was clueless, but suddenly, you got smart?”

“Of course.” Lin Jinyi rolled her eyes. “We already searched the young bastard’s room, so now we just have the old bastard’s left.”

She frowned and looked at the cameraman. “Why aren’t you beeping now?”

“Beep—”

【Wait, so they can hear the censor beeps live?】

【Probably the cameraman reminding her to stop cursing, haha.】

They returned to the hall and entered Xiaoman’s parents’ room to search for the key.

In the corner stood a wooden chest. Inside were fabrics, sugar, and oil—everything listed as Xiaoman’s “bride price” in the account book.

Under the pillow, they found another booklet detailing the wedding plans for the son. If not for the fact that the dowry came from selling Xiaoman, they could have been mistaken for loving parents.

Ji Jingchuan was walking when something suddenly rolled toward him in the dim light. Reflexively, he kicked it. “Shang Que, there’s a rat!”

Crash! A vase shattered, and in the camera’s light, a key lay silently on the floor.

【???】

【What the hell, I’m never doubting Ji Jingchuan again. Can I get some of that luck?】

【Wait a minute, I just realized that when Ji Jingchuan saw the rat earlier, he didn’t shout “Oh crap”—he shouted “Shang Que.” So… is he using Shang Que as an expletive?】

The group fell into collective silence for two seconds. Lu Zhixu bent down, picked up the key, and turned to call under the bed, “Found the key, Shang Que.”

“I’m coming.” Shang Que crawled out from under the bed, patted the dust off her pants, and placed a fabric-wrapped bundle on the table. “There was a hole in the wall. I found this inside.”

【Wait! Where did Shang Que just crawl out from? Isn’t she afraid there might be a ghost under the bed?】

【How can someone be this fearless?】

【Honestly, at this point, Shang Que is scarier than the ghosts. If there really was an NPC hiding under there, they’d probably get scared to death by her instead.】

“The show hid things this well?” Ning Sheng was shocked. “Who in their right mind would crawl under the bed for no reason?”

“Shang Que,” everyone replied in unison.

“……”

“It’s not that bad. I’ve played worse. One time, they hid a clue inside a toilet. Digging it out was disgusting, but leaving it there wasn’t an option either.”

Ji Jingchuan looked horrified. “So you—”

“So I caught a ghost and forced it to tell me the clue,” Shang Que said matter-of-factly. “What’s with your expressions?”

“Nothing.” Everyone shook their heads in sync and smiled. “What’s inside?”

“No idea, I haven’t opened it yet.” As Shang Que spoke, she unwrapped the cloth. Inside was a torn and pieced-together school admission letter.

“Xiao Man’s admission letter?” Lin Jingyi tilted her head and saw the name on it. “Why was it torn apart? Don’t tell me it was…”

She trailed off.

Beep—

Shang Que finished her sentence for her. “That bastard tore it.”

“……”

【Camera operator: You two have no respect for the script.】

【Dodged Lin Jingyi, but didn’t see Shang Que coming—hahaha.】

【That bastard indeed! Tearing up Xiao Man’s admission letter just to marry her off.】

【I’m curious, though—who put it back together?】

Logically, it should have been Xiao Man’s mother, but there were many details Shang Que couldn’t quite figure out.

The others prepared to unlock the wooden door leading to the backyard. Shang Que didn’t dwell on her thoughts, taking the admission letter with her as she followed.

After unlocking the door, they realized this wasn’t just a room—it was a firewood storage shed. The cramped space had firewood stacked along one wall, while the other side had a small makeshift bed on the floor. The only window had been boarded up from the outside, and combined with the lock on the door, it was clear that someone had been imprisoned here.

Shang Que rummaged through the damp, tattered bedding and found a notebook underneath. When she flipped to the first page, she suddenly saw her own name.

【Didn’t get enough to eat today. My brother ate all the eggs. Mom said eating vegetables is good for my health, but I’m still hungry. When Sister Shang Que found out, she secretly gave me an egg. She’s so nice! The egg was so delicious.】

Flipping through the pages, the names of the others also appeared in Xiao Man’s diary one by one.

【Sister Jingyi wore a beautiful dress today. I heard her parents sent it from the city. She looked so pretty, just like a princess—a princess from the fairy tale Brother Xiao Zhe told me about. He said he’s a great knight who will defeat the dragon and rescue the princess. Brother Xiao Zhe is amazing.】

【Daddy hit Mommy again today. Mommy told me to go outside. I was so scared. Sister Sheng Sheng hugged me and sang to me. Her arms were so warm. I told them about it, and Brother Xiao Lu seriously told me that this was domestic violence.】

【Sister Shang Que’s little cousin came from the city to visit. He looks really handsome, but he has such a bad temper. When I greeted him, he snapped at me. But then Sister Shang Que hit him. In the end, he still told me his name. He’s called Xiao Chuan.】

【Xiao Chuan is a good person. He gave me a piece of choc… chocolate. He said it’s called “chokelit.” I couldn’t pronounce it, and he called me dumb. But I’m not dumb! My teacher praised me in school today. Unfortunately, my brother took the chocolate from me. I better not tell Xiao Chuan. If he finds out, he’ll definitely be angry. I’ll just pretend I ate it.】

Every person had their own story with Xiao Man, and she had recorded every moment in her diary.

And in the final entry, she wrote about all of them leaving the village.

【Everyone has left. I hope I can see them again someday. If that happens, I’ll have no regrets in death.】

【Oh my god, I’m crying.】

【So that’s what the “no regrets in death” on the wedding invitation meant… sobbing.】

【No one told me immersive meant this immersive. Show producers, give me back my tears!】

After reading, Ning Sheng turned away from the camera and wiped her eyes. Lin Jingyi’s eyes also turned red. As this diary connected them to Xiao Man, none of them could avoid feeling sorrow for their childhood friend.

The atmosphere was heavy until Lu Zhixu finally broke the silence. “Let’s keep looking for another key.”

Their goal in coming here was to find the key to the lock on the coffin. Hearing his words, everyone pulled themselves together and continued searching the damp, cramped room.

“There’s nothing here,” Jiang Yizhe crouched down, feeling a bit defeated. “We checked everywhere and found nothing.”

The space was small, and they had even lifted the narrow bedding. Aside from scaring Lin Jingyi with a cockroach, they found no useful clues.

Shang Que’s gaze suddenly landed on the firewood stacked against the wall, taking up half the room. “We haven’t checked here yet.”

Everyone worked together to move the firewood aside. As the last pieces were cleared, a series of dark red, blood-stained words appeared on the wall, sending chills down their spines.

【I don’t want to get married. I want to go to school.】

【My brother has no money for a wedding.】

【Mom said the Zhang family is rich. The eldest young master is a good person. He’ll treat me well. But I don’t want to get married. I want to go to school.】

【Mom got beaten again. It hurts so much to see her like this.】

【Mom cried and begged me. She said it was for my brother, and for her, too.】

【Okay.】

The final word, “Okay”, trailed off in a long streak of blood. No one knew how much despair Xiao Man must have felt when she wrote it.

At this point, the truth was clear—Xiao Man’s father had sold her to the Zhang family so her brother could afford a bride. Her mother, thinking she was marrying the eldest son, tried to persuade her. When she failed and was severely beaten by her husband, Xiao Man felt heartbroken and finally agreed.

But her father, having received more money from the Zhang family, secretly arranged for her to marry the deceased second son in a ghost marriage.

Shang Que finally understood what had been bothering her from the beginning. Xiao Man’s father was undoubtedly a monster—but what about her mother? Did she love Xiao Man?

It didn’t seem like love. After all, she gave all the eggs to Xiao Man’s brother, telling her that vegetables were healthier instead. She persuaded Xiao Man to marry for the sake of her brother’s bride price.

And yet… she also secretly picked up the torn pieces of Xiao Man’s admission letter, carefully piecing them together and hiding them in a concealed hole. She told Xiao Man to go outside and play when she was being abused, trying to shield her from harm.

Shang Que couldn’t understand this contradiction, but she felt it wasn’t love. Or rather, it was an insignificant fraction of love—one ten-thousandth, at most. And that tiny fraction was used as a tool to manipulate and control Xiao Man.

Children who had never known real love often mistook these scraps for affection, giving everything in return.

Just then, Jiang Yizhe found another key in the pile of firewood.

After lingering in the room for a moment, they returned to the Zhang residence. The heavy black wooden coffin still stood silently in the center of the hall.

Jiang Yizhe held the key and unlocked the large padlock. Then, with everyone working together, they unraveled the iron chains wrapped around it.

“There isn’t going to be an NPC inside, right?” Jiang Yizhe speculated. “Like, we open the lid, and suddenly someone sits up to scare us?”

“Stop it,” Lin Jingyi took a step back.

The sound of swallowing was clearly audible in the quiet air. Everyone braced themselves, exchanged glances, and forcefully pushed the coffin lid open—then immediately stepped back.

One second… two seconds…

Half a minute passed. Nothing happened.

Shang Que walked up to the coffin and peeked inside. “There’s nothing here.”

The coffin was empty—completely devoid of anything. She moved to the other side, crouching down to inspect the fallen lid.

The inside was covered in nail scratches. Xiao Man hadn’t been dead when she was placed inside—she had struggled to escape. But with the heavy iron chains wrapped around the outside, she had no way out. In her blood, she had written a fragmented account of what had happened. Shang Que’s gaze stopped on a specific passage.

Everything clicked into place.

After performing the wedding ceremony with the eldest son during the day, Xiao Man was sent to the room of the deceased second son. The wine on the table was poisoned, but she never drank it. While pretending to sleep, she overheard passing servants slip up in conversation and realized she had been made a ghost bride.

Xiao Man held her breath and played dead, deceiving the servants who came to check on her. Once they left, she tried to escape—only to find the door locked from the outside.

But heaven always leaves a path. She discovered a hidden door. The servants were busy preparing for the ghost wedding, so the room was empty.

Just as she thought she was about to escape, she climbed out the window—only to see her father waiting outside.

Xiao Man revealed the truth to him, but his expression remained terrifyingly cold. That’s when she knew—he had always been aware.

He wanted her dead.

Xiao Man turned to run, but suddenly, villagers appeared from all sides. The uncles from the neighborhood, the village chief—they held sticks and beat her to the ground.

Finally, she lay motionless. Thinking she was dead, they informed the Zhang family, who sealed her in the coffin.

But Xiao Man still had a sliver of life left in her. Using her blood, she recorded everything. By the end, the coffin lid was covered in one word, written over and over in a fury of hatred:

Kill. Kill. Kill.

The truth was now fully revealed.

As Shang Que read out the final word, a sudden, chilling gust swept through the hall. The incense sticks on the table, which had been burning peacefully, suddenly turned red. Their flames flickered unnaturally, making sharp, crackling sounds that eerily resembled sobbing. The red wedding banners on the walls and the white silk drapes on both sides transformed into deep crimson. In an instant, the hall had become a true wedding chamber.

【Holy crap, why did everything suddenly turn red? Cyber-controlled ghost wedding? High-tech horror!】

【This was terrifying, but your comment made me laugh.】

【Wait, there’s a ghost! AHHHHHHHH!】

A violent wind tore through the hall, sending the curtains flying. Suddenly, a ghost bride dressed in blood-red wedding robes appeared in the center.

“AHHHHHHHHH!”

Everyone screamed and bolted toward the exit. Ji Jingchuan, bringing up the rear, reacted quickly and slammed the door shut behind them.

“Wait… where’s Shang Que?” he suddenly realized someone was missing. “Shit! She’s still inside!”

He spun around and yanked the door open.

Shang Que was still standing beside the coffin, while the ghost bride, hair draped over her face, was now just two steps away from her.

Ji Jingchuan didn’t have time to think. He dashed forward, grabbed her hand, and shouted, “Shang Que, RUN!”