Stop pretending, the fake heiress is actually a master of metaphysics.

One quarter past midnight.

A strange, thick fog suddenly rose on the quiet, deserted street. Within the fog, several bizarrely shaped paper figures carried a paper sedan chair, moving in unison towards the hotel.

Sha, sha, sha.

A strange friction sound came from the bed, and Fang Xiaoyuan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly frowned.

A hoarse voice rang in her ear:

"The auspicious time has arrived; it's time for the bride to get into the sedan chair."

"Don't keep the Ghost King waiting."

At the same time, the surrounding temperature also dropped very low.

No!!! She doesn't want to go!!!

She closed her eyes, afraid to make a sound, and clenched the talisman in her hand tightly.

The talisman suddenly became hot, and a strange sense of peace washed over him. Fang Xiaoyuan held the talisman and gradually fell asleep.

Shen Nian glanced down at her, then looked at the paper figure in her hand.

The paper figure was cut out in the image of a matchmaker, with a festive red flower on its head and two tacky patches of dark red rouge on its pale face.

"Master...Master, spare me..."

The paper matchmaker, with a trembling, grinning scarlet mouth, spoke.

Shen Nian frowned, feeling as if her eyes had been severely damaged.

The craftsmanship of this paper effigy is simply too poor.

The moment the matchmaker paper figure fell into Shen Nian's hands, the other paper figures responsible for carrying the bridal sedan chair all turned to look at Shen Nian, and the surrounding ghostly aura surged instantly.

Shen Nian directly threw out a soul-binding chain, binding the paper figure and the paper sedan chair together.

Unlike matchmakers, these paper figures couldn't speak; they only obeyed orders. Shen Nian was too lazy to waste words with them, so he pinched his fingers and conjured a ball of blue flame, burning it to ashes.

After burning the paper effigy, she looked at the matchmaker and said calmly, "Go back and tell your master to write the divorce papers. I'll bring people to formally dissolve the ghost marriage tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"I understand! I understand!"

The matchmaker nodded hurriedly: "I'll go back and tell the groom right away."

Shen Nian waved her hand and threw it out of the hotel window, flicking the paper dust off her fingertips with some disdain.

Wang Family Ancestral Tomb.

The Wang family ancestor noticed the burning of the paper figures used to fetch the bride.

When the patriarch fought with this celestial master the night before last, he realized that this celestial master was no ordinary person and was very different from those flashy but ineffective esoteric practitioners of magic.

But he never expected that the Taoist priest would have such methods on his own turf.

This can't go on.

"It's impossible to annul the engagement," the old ancestor thought for a moment, then entered Wang Xingcai's dream.

Wang Xingcai, seeing his ancestor suddenly appear, hurriedly knelt down and said, "Ancestor, what instructions do you have?"

"The ghost marriage you arranged for me..."

Wang Xingcai asked in surprise, "You already knew?"

This evening, the Fang family suddenly went to Wang Xingcai's house, claiming they wanted to annul the ghost marriage with the Wang family and take back the marriage certificate.

They said the ghost marriage ruined their daughter's good marriage.

Wang Xingcai immediately turned cold and cursed, "When you were so greedy for money that you sold your daughter, did you ever consider your own daughter's marriage?"

He tricked the Fang family into revealing that Fang Xiaoyuan had brought her fiancé and his sister back, and that they had agreed to give the Fang family a dowry far exceeding the cost of a ghost marriage. That's why the Fang family regretted going through with the ghost marriage.

However, he did not expect that his ancestor would find out about this so quickly.

"Don't worry, I didn't agree. I told them I had already burned the marriage certificate for you and told them to get lost."

The old ancestor sneered, "What fiancé? That's the Celestial Master she brought back to subdue your old ancestor!"

Wang Xingcai's eyes widened: "You mean, there was no dowry of hundreds of thousands at all, and it was all just a lie to deceive the Fang family?"

He said, "How could a young master from the city possibly be interested in a girl like Fang Xiaoyuan?"

The old patriarch cursed, "Fool."

"If this matter isn't handled properly, your two mentally challenged sons..."

"Don't worry, Ancestor. She's just a charlatan. She may have come alive, but she might not leave alive. If the Fang family finds out they've been fooled, they won't take it lying down."

A sinister look appeared on Wang Xingcai's face.

The old ancestor nodded and left Wang Xingcai's dream.

The next morning.

Fang Xiaoyuan got up, pushed open the door, and saw Shen Nian and Gu Yuncheng sitting at the coffee table, already having breakfast.

Gu Yuncheng said, "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just bought some random things."

"It's okay, I'm not picky. I'll go wash up first."

Shen Nian ate two bites of the steamed bun, then put it down with little interest.

Aside from sugar, she had absolutely no interest in mortal food.

Fang Xiaoyuan sat down next to Shen Nian and asked, "Master Shen, last night, did that thing... come here?"

Shen Nian nodded: "Not just yesterday. It came to your house the night before last too."

Fang Xiaoyuan shuddered, almost dropping the fried dough stick in her hand.

"Well... I slept quite soundly."

"It's alright, I can handle it, don't worry. Eat quickly, after we finish eating we'll go to the Wang family ancestral graves."

After the meal, Fang Xiaoyuan led the two up the mountain path.

According to the two children from the Wang family, the three of them quickly found the graves of the Wang family's ancestors.

Shen Nian asked, "Do you all have the talismans I gave you?"

Fang Xiaoyuan nodded, clutching the talisman hanging on his chest tightly.

Shen Nian turned around and kicked the grave mound.

The originally sturdy grave mound was cracked open from the middle by this kick, leaving a noticeable gap.

Shen Nian said coldly, "Are you going to come out on your own, or should I dig you out myself?"

A chilly wind blew by, and a few low, cold laughs could be faintly heard.

"Not coming out?"

Row.

Shen Nian pulled out a stack of thunder talismans and threw them all at the grave mound.

Nearly ten lightning talismans floated around the grave mound, surrounding it.

"There are eight Heavenly Thunder Talismans here. If you don't come out, all eight bolts of heavenly lightning will strike at once."

"three."

"two."

As soon as Shen Nian finished speaking, a gray figure suddenly emerged from the crack in the grave mound, and a pair of black ghost claws went straight for Shen Nian's heart.

At the same time, the sky over the entire mountain suddenly darkened.

A gust of cold wind swept by, and both Fang Xiaoyuan and Gu Yuncheng shivered.

They couldn't see the ghost's appearance; all they could see was a black mist fighting against Shen Nian.

"court death."

Shen Nian stretched out her hand, and the strong palm wind deflected the old ghost's force by a few inches. Then, Shen Nian stretched out her fingers and grabbed the old ghost's neck.

"With only two hundred years of cultivation, I thought he was something special, daring to call himself the Ghost King."

"I'll say it one last time: write the divorce papers, and I'll still allow you to have a part of your soul to be reincarnated."

The old ghost let out a few eerie "hehehe" sounds: "You want me to write a divorce agreement? Dream on!"

Shen Nian's patience ran out. She stretched out her fingers and made a hand seal. A silver light streaked across the sky, and the first bolt of heavenly lightning fell with tremendous force, about to strike the old ghost's grave in an instant.

Just as the lightning was about to strike the grave mound, the old ghost suddenly flashed a blue light in his hand and threw a blue talisman towards the location of his grave.

The azure light emanating from the talisman met the heavenly lightning, and the terrifying lightning vanished instantly upon colliding with the azure light.

Shen Nian glanced at the talisman: "How do you have a magical artifact?"

Magical artifacts are the ultimate treasures for cultivating immortality. A suitable magical artifact can greatly enhance a cultivator's strength.

The soul-locking chains of the underworld officials, the fate-judging pen of Yama, the natal sword of the sword cultivator, and the vajra of the Buddhist cultivator are all magical artifacts.

This ghost has only been cultivating for two hundred years, so where did it get its ghost artifact from?

The old ghost laughed wildly, taking the opportunity to break free from Shen Nian's grasp: "Little Taoist, you're too arrogant! Do you really think I've been a pushover for all these years? That anyone can just step on my head?"

"Kneel down and kowtow to your ancestors now, and I might spare your life!"