That's amazing survival skills!

The four of them just stared at each other, not daring to step forward, not daring to ask any questions, and not daring to offer any help.

"I...I'm not seeing things, am I?" Xiong Tianming rubbed his eyes, the scene before him still unchanged. "No matter how I look at it, it seems strange. This female corpse looks like a young wife, helping Lin Yuan...change her clothes?"

"Amitabha." The monk from the Six Realms, with a faint golden light emanating from his body, clasped his hands together. "I also find him remarkably similar. Benefactor Lin is truly destined."

Lavie rolled her eyes, speechless at the two guys' amused tone, and stood there without trying to help.

It's not worth the risk for a man from China!

Lin Yan froze on the spot. Just as she was about to step forward to stop him, a chilling aura pinned her to the spot, rendering her unable to move.

The Golden Spirit Chainmail suited me surprisingly well.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but think of the Zhan Wang she had seen when she asked Lin Yan earlier. It looked similar to what she was wearing now, except that it lacked the red cloak!

"My lord, it's time to go."

The female corpse under the red veil spoke softly, raising her hand and opening the tightly closed door.

A red sedan chair was already waiting outside, but it was suspended in mid-air without anyone carrying it.

Beside the sedan chair was a tall, white horse.

The horse had a bright red flower on its neck.

"There's still a day to go, why are we having to go through the wedding process now?" Xiong Tianming was particularly puzzled by the scale of the ancient wedding ceremony outside.

"No, we've been tricked."

The monk from the Six Realms twirled his prayer beads and frowned, saying, "When we entered, it was already a day ago. According to the timeline, it's past midnight today."

"You mean, we're on the seventh day now?" Lin Yan exclaimed in surprise.

The butler clearly said that the big day would be six days from now!

"We've been tricked." Lavie gripped her whip tightly, her eyes scanning the outside. "But that butler probably doesn't have the guts. He's practically an NPC; he'll only do what's already been set up."

"You mean?"

"Japanese shipbuilding steel plates." Lavie's eyes were icy. "That ugly, short fellow must have discovered something, or rather... what he found, and in conjunction with him, he wants to kill us!"

The monk from the Six Realms frowned. "According to you, then the old woman who was burned by the night lanterns earlier, was she also one of them?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but there should be a connection."

While the four were discussing, Lin Yuan was led away from the house by the female corpse, heading towards the red wedding sedan chair and the tall horse.

The female corpse lifted the sedan curtain, bent down, and went inside.

In contrast, Lin Yuan, who should have put up a fierce resistance, simply mounted his horse.

drive!

Lin Yuan spurred the horse's flanks and led the bridal sedan chair toward the main hall.

"Let's go, let's follow them and see."

The monks of the Six Realms took out night lanterns and lit them, and the four of them followed closely behind the bridal sedan chair and horses.

As we continued on our way, we did not hear any rustling sounds around us.

In the darkness, the lobby in the distance was brightly lit, and the faint sounds of people talking could be heard.

As they drew closer, lanterns were lit at both ends of the gate at some unknown time. The lanterns had bright red outer skins, but the candle wicks inside were white, and the flames flickered between white and red.

The servants stood at either end of the doorway, their smiles still stiff and eerie.

Looking inside from the doorway.

The red table with its white background was already full of people.

However, these people's legs appeared illusory, without any real image. When they were laughing and talking, their faces were pale, and they had many long wounds with a lot of flesh peeling off.

His clothes, gait, and overall energy were exceptionally abundant; he had lost his yin energy and gained more heroic spirit.

"Where did these idlers come from? Today is a wedding day at my manor, leave at once!" The ghost servant at the door impatiently shooed people away.

The four followed behind without saying a word, but they were very eager to know how the female corpse had gotten inside.

"presumptuous!"

His voice wasn't loud, but he had the air of someone who had been in a position of power for a long time.

Pfft!

The two ghost servants were pressed to the ground by an invisible force, crawling towards the bridal sedan chair, their teeth clenched and their heads bowed, filled with fear and dread.

The sound wasn't loud and didn't travel very far.

But it alarmed the household.

Zhang Lin rushed out, carrying a large cleaver in his hand. Without saying a word, he charged towards Lin Yuan on horseback and slashed with the cleaver!

"So noisy!"

Lin Yuan shouted a command and swept his spear horizontally.

Zhang Lin was thrown out of mid-air, his body slashed open by the spear tip.

There was no internal organ spilling out; instead, it was filled with fine sand. He was like a rag doll, completely hollowed out and filled with sand.

Zhang Lin landed with a cold smile, got up, and the flesh and blood at the wound site acted like threads, quickly reconnecting and stitching the separated body together.

"You can't kill me, Lin Yuan." Zhang Lin gripped his broadsword. "You're destined to be a loser. I'll feast on every inch of your flesh and blood, devouring you piece by piece!"

"You?" Lin Yuan dismounted, his spear held upright in front of him. "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

"Oh? Really?" Zhang Lin stepped forward. "Then let's give it a try!"

"Let's give it a try!"

Lin Yuan sneered.

[Soul Imprint, Activated!]

"That kid Lin can't kill that guy." The monk from the Six Realms twirled his prayer beads and shook his head.

"Why?" Lin Yan asked, puzzled.

Although the dead man Zhang Lin was somewhat strange, as his body could be stitched back together after being cut open, as long as he was completely cut open and his body was thrown in different directions, he would be considered dead!

"Because that guy was originally dead." Lavie frowned. "His current recovery is due to the forced connection with what you call yin energy. He has already sold his soul to the yin energy."

"Without killing the yin energy within him, there is no way to kill him in the conventional sense."

The monk Liujie nodded in agreement, "But it seems that Lin's methods don't include any way to deal with souls."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan's face paled slightly. She grabbed the arm of the Six Realms Monk and said, "You all need to go and help quickly."

"No need, the bride hasn't made a move yet, has she?" Lavie looked at the festive sedan chair. "I doubt the bride would let Zhang Lin kill her man."

Lin Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Weapons, the longer the longer, the stronger!

No matter how Zhang Lin lunged forward, he couldn't get within half a meter of Lin Yuan's edge; the spear pierced through his body and flung him away.

Lin Yuan watched as the soul imprints continued to accumulate, without any fluctuation in his state of mind.

[Gained effect: Soul Devastation]

Half a minute had already passed, and Lin Yuan didn't want to waste any more time on this good-for-nothing, since activating the Soul Seal consumed 10 points of spirit per minute.

His current mental capacity is only enough to activate it for five minutes!

Lin Yuan stepped forward, but the spear was faster than him, piercing through his throat with a soft thud.

"I told you, you can't kill me..." Zhang Lin was smiling smugly when his pupils suddenly widened, and he let out a piercing scream, "What is this?!"

"No!!!"

The yin energy was quickly extinguished, and the soul hidden within it was strangled.

Zhang Lin's body shriveled up and turned into sand and gravel in less than three seconds.

"Let's go, my love."

Lin Yuan mounted his horse, deactivated the soul seal, and spurred the horse towards the mansion.

It's like passing through a thin film; once inside, the environment becomes noticeably different, much more vibrant.

The ghosts that were watching from the outside now had physical forms, all of them men, and the drinks were served before the dishes.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the scars on his face.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of horses' hooves pounding the ground was particularly "jarring" in this noisy and bustling scene, causing many people to stop what they were doing and look towards the doorway.

A wedding sedan chair was carried by four strong sedan chair bearers.

Leading the way was a handsome young man, dressed in golden chainmail, riding a fine steed, with a bright red flower hanging from its neck.

"Who is this?"

"The chieftain has already arrived, so why are there still people acting like him?"

"Could it be one of the two weddings in this mansion? I didn't bring that much money with me. I'm just here to attend my husband's wedding."

"That's not right. I heard my husband say that there is only one daughter in the mansion, and she is the actual person in charge."

"Sigh, my husband is really something. He insists on getting some kind of official title before he'll come back to get married. If you ask me, isn't it better to have a wife and manage the household than to be on that battlefield where we're licking blood off our swords?"

"You know nothing! This is called having great spirit!"