Grudge Breaker

Chapter 379 The Mysterious Bride (Part 2)
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"Wan'er?!"

Song Weichen glanced at herself; she had already returned to her original attire, and her voice had also changed back.

"No, no, no, look carefully, I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

She immediately denied it three times.

Ever since he served as Huang Meiyun's courier, and especially after witnessing the grotesque, stitched-together appearance of the chaotic souls on Huang Hu's body, Song Weichen's tolerance for terrifying sights had increased considerably. He wasn't afraid of a mere withered bone ghost hand.

But... what kind of body and head is connected behind the ghostly hand? ... Song Weichen dared not think too deeply about it. Well, she was afraid.

"Haha."

The man with the ghostly hand chuckled. Objectively speaking, his voice wasn't frightening; it even had the warmth of a living person.

"You are Wan'er."

With a flick of his wrist, the skeletal figure revealed a striking jade dragon-patterned thumb ring on his thumb bone. His slender fingers extended towards the coffin, as if in invitation, or perhaps to pull Song Weichen up.
"Wan'er, come here."

Song Weichen subconsciously shrank back into the coffin, when suddenly his collar moved and a small, delicate head popped out.

"Big Sister, something's not right, something's not right here!" Little Biezhi used her inner voice to send her a warning.

"Nonsense, do you need to tell me that?!" Song Weichen retorted angrily.
"You little piece of trash, can your skills still be used here?"

"It works, it works! I, the little mouse, am unaffected!"

"Shock him!!!"

"Okay~"

The little creature turned its back, its chubby paws scratching Song Weichen's face, its round, hairy butt sticking out, and gave the bony hand a rather loud electric fart.

"Zi-"

The skeletons are no longer moving; they're useful!

Without time to think, she quickly released her strange hand brothers from the puppet control system to cut through space, and in an instant she appeared on the blue brick ground three zhang away from the coffin.

Good news, she's just steps away from the door! Bad news, the ancestral hall doors are locked!

Even though I don't know what's outside the door, it's still better than being with a skeleton, right?

Song Weichen didn't even have the courage to look back at what the fully formed skeletal ghost hand looked like before deciding to tear open space again and escape first.

"Benboerba, again—"

The sudden, continuous, subtle crackling of sparks interrupted Song Weichen's spellcasting.

Rows and rows of candles standing against the wall suddenly lit up, instantly illuminating the entire ancestral hall—but the light was inexplicably eerie, a dark red tinged with a ghostly green, hard to describe, like wedding candles from the underworld. Yes! Wedding candles from the underworld!

By the light, Song Weichen could see clearly that although the thick candles standing against the wall were red, the huge "囍" characters carved on them were black, and the two "口" characters below each "囍" were intentionally carved to be curved downwards, like the corners of a crying mouth.

"The veil has been lifted, Wan'er, you can't escape now."

The voice of the skeletal man was so close, it seemed... to be right behind him.

How could this be?!

Song Weichen felt a chill run down his spine—his unique electric fart had long since improved; now it not only never missed, but could also control his opponent for over 20 seconds. How many seconds had passed?! Who was this ghost-handed man? How could he move?!

"Brother, I'm really not Wan'er, please let me go!"

Song Weichen didn't dare to turn around, but forced herself to speak.

"hehe."

The man with the bony hand smiled again. Unlike Song Weichen's tension, he seemed to be in a good mood.
“Take another look at those wedding candles,” he said.

Song Weichen looked as instructed and screamed in fright—Xiao Biezhi was even more cowardly and had already scurried back into her collar to hide.

At some point, the densely packed wedding candles standing against the wall had transformed into rows of women wearing red veils and wedding dresses, standing in a dark red and eerie green halo—truly Chinese horror.

"They are all Wan'er."

The bony-handed man spoke.

"And you, are my Wan'er."

"Snapped!"

There was no time to react; the withered, skeletal hand had already gripped Song Weichen's wrist!
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Song Weichen's CPU overheated.

I was clearly grabbed by the skeletal ghost hand, but how... how did everything change?

Although it is still an ancestral hall, it is clearly the ancestral hall of a prestigious family: the roof ridge is adorned with dragon-head ornaments, the eaves are covered with iron horse ornaments, and it stands majestically and solemnly.

Most importantly, the sunlight was plentiful, a stark contrast to the previous horrifying shrine filled with women's wedding candles.

The man before him looked to be no more than thirty years old, but was probably over 1.9 meters tall. He had sword-like eyebrows that swept into his temples, a straight nose, and eyes that, though not large, were extremely bright and expressive, seemingly smiling. His hair was as black as ink, making the strand of white hair on his forehead all the more noticeable.

The man had his hair tied up and wore armor; although he was dressed as a military general, he exuded an extraordinary air of nobility.

Song Weichen knew that he was that skeleton, because the jade dragon-patterned thumb ring on the hand that was gripping her wrist was dazzlingly green.

"who are you?"

"what on earth do you want?"

What will it take for you to let me go?

Faced with Song Weichen's rapid-fire questions, the man smiled slightly.
"With so many questions, which one should I answer first?"

"whee--"

A soft, melodious laugh, echoing like a woman's, suddenly came from behind Song Weichen. The physiological reaction to that sound was all too familiar!

is her!

Without even turning around, Song Weichen pointed at the newcomer and looked at the man eagerly.
"Look carefully! She is Wan'er!"

The man slightly curled the corners of his mouth and nodded slightly to the person behind Song Weichen. His gaze was calm and gentle, as if they had known each other for a long time.

The woman walked up to the man and curtsied.

"General, let me explain."

The man finally released Song Weichen's wrist.
"That's excellent, thank you for your trouble."

"I'll go check if the nuptial wine is ready."

...In an instant, only the two of them remained in the ancestral hall.

This time, Song Weichen finally saw Wan'er's appearance clearly. Her cheekbones were neither high nor low, her jaw was neither square nor round, her skin was neither dark nor fair, and all her features were in their proper places—but they were just staying in their proper places.

How to describe it? It was a kind of flawless mediocrity.

Wan'er was still wearing red embroidered shoes and a wedding dress, with a faint smile on her face. She seemed to be more like the "person who has completed the ceremony" that the man had mentioned than Song Weichen.

She curtsied to Song Weichen just as she had done when they first met.

"Wan'er, congratulations!"

Upon hearing Wan'er call him "Wan'er," Song Weichen was inexplicably furious. With a "crack," a strange hand with unusually long fingers, knuckles that shimmered like black steel meteorite, and scarlet nails gripped the neck of the matchmaker Wan'er—it was the Strange Hand Brother.

Wan'er's pupils trembled slightly, not from fear, but from astonishment at Song Weichen's magical abilities.
"It seems my sister wasn't telling the truth. You have at least a C-level magic ability, and you're definitely not just here to accompany your brother to participate in the competition."

"Yes, my identity is a million times more complicated than you think. If you know what's good for you, you'd better send me back obediently, otherwise—although I've never killed anyone, I don't mind making an example of you."

Song Weichen spoke coldly, a stark contrast to her adorable appearance. Her demeanor even made Xiao Biezhi feel unfamiliar with her, as if her entire aura had changed after her battle with the Corpse Demon Lord.

"Don't worry, little sister. I will tell you everything before the auspicious time, and then I will naturally send you back."

The matchmaker paid no attention to the strange hand around her neck, but pointed to the most conspicuous memorial tablet on the offering table, gesturing for Song Weichen to look.

"His name was Li Kan. Born into a family of princes, he spent his life on the battlefield, achieving remarkable military exploits. At the age of twenty-nine, he was appointed as the Grand General of Shuofang. At the age of thirty-two, he was unfortunately framed and killed by treacherous officials in the court. He was later posthumously honored as the Loyal and Valiant King of Shuofang."

"He will be your future husband."

Upon hearing this, Song Weichen couldn't help but swear.
"fart."

“My husband’s surname is Mo. Stop trying to matchmake people up, especially not a dead man. Why don’t you marry him yourself?”

"Besides, Brother Gui made it very clear that he married Wan'er—he will not change his name or surname. You are Wan'er, your whole family is Wan'er!"

Song Weichen glared angrily at Wan'er, who suddenly saw a flash of light around her neck, followed by a gush of blood. Wan'er clutched her neck, her eyes wide open and mouth agape, her body slumping uncontrollably to the ground, clearly unable to believe what had happened to her—she had actually been killed by this seemingly harmless little girl in front of her?!

But the next second,
"Your whole family is Wan'er!"

Song Weichen spoke while glaring at her angrily.

What happened? Wan'er was still in shock and subconsciously touched her neck—there was no wound, and the strange hand on her shoulder had not hurt her.

No, that's not right.

What just happened was definitely not an illusion!
Wan'er looked at Song Weichen and subconsciously took a step back.

"You...what did you do to me?"

Song Weichen gave a cold laugh and began to strike a pose.

"I can alter time and space."

"In other words, if I can save you from having your throat slit, I can also bring you back to the moment your throat was slit."

"Sister Wan'er, a wise person knows when to yield. It's not too late to send me back now."

“If you wait for my brother to come, even a god can’t save you.”

……

"That's it."

Wan'er touched her neck, showing no sign of the panic Song Weichen had imagined.

"Luckily, my sister reversed time—otherwise you would have lost your life here."

“Since my younger sister is so frank, I must also tell you frankly. I am naturally stupid, and after many years of cultivation, I only know one move called ‘blood as matchmaker,’ which is to use the blood of a woman whose four pillars of destiny are all Yin to form a marriage contract with the deceased.”

“My name is indeed Wan’er, but it is not just a name. It is also a channel—a field that connects life and death, yin and yang. All the contracts formed through 'Wan’er' are for the living to pay for my life and for the dead to serve me.”

“In my domain, no living thing can kill me. Let me put it this way—it’s fortunate that you had a change of heart, otherwise you would be the one having your throat slit.”

"Let me be frank with you, sister. To date, hundreds of Netherworld Pacts have been formed through 'Wan'er,' including many kings and generals, as well as highly accomplished masters. Although I only possess Class C magical abilities, I can enable all the heroes who have formed Netherworld Pacts to unleash their original abilities while also possessing Class C magical abilities. Although they cannot compare to Class A in one-on-one combat, in a real fight, they are not to be feared when outnumbered."

“Good sister, I keep my word. I am determined to get the reward for the first trial. After you and Prince Li Kan of Wu Shuo have drunk the nuptial wine, we will set off together to take down Ma Zhenchun and share the great reward.”

"It's just a pity that it's rare to find a woman whose birth chart has all Yin elements. Otherwise, I would have been interested in recruiting Ma Zhenchun into my service as well."

Song Weichen understood. It turned out that this woman named Wan'er was a professional matchmaker for ghost marriages!
She travels around acting as a matchmaker for the dead, and for each couple she helps, she receives a Death Knight with the same magical power as herself. Now, she has built a huge legion of several hundred people.

Currently, Wan'er is at Rank C... Song Weichen dared not even imagine. Even Mo Tingfeng, could he fight hundreds of Rank C sorcerers with varying talents at the same time? Not to mention that this damned matchmaker would level up again, and what if she reached Rank B or near-Rank A...

Song Weichen couldn't help but click his tongue. Wan'er's heaven-defying skills were so amazing that even Arthas from World of Warcraft would have to call her the Lich King!

No wonder the boy sitting on Xuanwu was so wary of her!
……

Wait, something's not right!
Song Weichen couldn't hold back any longer and asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Since women with all four pillars of their birth chart being Yin are so rare, why don't you just have me go and have a ghost marriage with Ma Zhenchun? Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone, getting points for clearing the level and recruiting top-tier combat power?"

"I do think so."

Wan'er nodded approvingly.

“But you are too clever and quick-witted, little sister. I’m afraid you’ll have already escaped before we even find the dead Class A sorcerer. It would be safer to tie you down with a blood pact first.”

"Moreover, Prince Li Kan of Wushuo is a rare talent among generals, skilled in both martial arts and strategy, which is of great benefit to me. In this respect, even three Ma Zhenchuns could not compare."

"So now, this ghost marriage is off."

As soon as Wan'er finished speaking, a cold wind swept past outside the ancestral hall, and the bright and abundant sunlight disappeared without a trace. The light inside the ancestral hall dimmed, with only the eternal lamps burning around emitting a ghostly red glow.

……

"Big sister, this weird auntie gave me goosebumps, I'm so scared! ~~ Maybe we should use the summoning spell on Daddy!"

Suddenly, a subtle whisper came through the little creature's heart—the worm didn't even dare to show its face, having already taken advantage of the chaos to shrink into Song Weichen's sleeve pocket.

However, it did remind her in time that it was indeed not advisable to act recklessly in this situation, mainly because if that jealous man from West Lake found out that she had been forced to marry a dead man without consulting him... Song Weichen shuddered for Goddess Peak.

"Mo Tingfeng!"

A woman's voice cracked as her shout rose into the air through the open window of the ancestral hall, startling Wan'er. What had she just said? Weren't they talking about Ma Zhenchun? Why was this little girl suddenly calling out Lord Sichen's name?

"No, girl, we haven't even challenged the first gatekeeper yet. Why are you calling for Lord Sichen? Even if you want to claim the reward, it's too early."

Song Weichen was equally astonished. She could clearly speak, and she wasn't in a conscious state here, so why was the summoning ban ineffective?
Is it...

Is she still within the consciousness space of the Sita Demon King?!