Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

The burial mounds were layered upon each other, crooked and dilapidated, overgrown with weeds up to their knees, and withered trees stretched towards the sky like ghostly claws.

As the night breeze passed, the paper money fluttered and, drawn by an invisible force, slowly swirled.

A bright red sedan chair sat silently, surrounded by paper figures of men and women, and ghostly spirits.

The ghost bride boarded the red sedan chair.

The phoenix crown was worn askew, the pearls and jade were covered in dust, and the red wedding dress was a dark color like congealed blood. The hem of the dress reached the ground, but it was not covered in dust.

Her face was deathly pale, and her features still retained the beauty she had in life, but her lips were bluish-black and her eyes were empty and dark like a deep well.

Jiang Yirou gently curved her bluish-red lips, revealing a tender and affectionate look in her eyes.

"My husband, don't worry, I'm coming to find you..."

Recalling the young man in moon-white clothes that she had taken a liking to three days ago, a look of satisfaction and greed flashed in her eyes.

Not only is the other party handsome, but his body is also full of essence and yang energy. If she could absorb all of his essence and yang energy to cultivate, her cultivation level would definitely increase greatly!

After that, even if we were to travel several miles away, the old witch tree demon in Lanruo Temple would still be able to do it!

After absorbing the young man's essence and yang energy, his handsome soul could remain as an accessory and companion, which was a win-win situation!

Soon, that young man will be hers!

An eager look appeared in her empty, deep phoenix eyes.

She didn't even consider whether the other party would resist.

That young man may have some cultivation and skill, but compared to her, he is far inferior!

She possesses nearly two hundred years of cultivation, so no matter how much that young man resists, he cannot escape!

Escape was out of the question; with the red rope she had tied, she could find the young man no matter where he ran!

To become her spiritual nourishment and to become her husband—that was the young man's ultimate fate!

Jiang Yirou smiled softly, a sinister smile of impatience and determination curling at the corners of her mouth.

She glanced at the sky and raised her hand.

The sound of suona horns rang out as the wedding procession began, a joyous tune that carried an inexplicable sense of melancholy, as if it were both a wedding and a funeral.

Dressed in wedding attire, with pale, bloodless faces, a musician playing the suona led the way.

A dozen or so female paper figures carrying red lanterns with the character "囍" (double happiness) followed closely behind.

The white paper money was scattered and drifted in the wind, giving off an eerie feeling.

Eight paper figures, their faces stiff and pale, possessed by evil spirits, moved lightly and silently, carrying a red sedan chair away from the mass grave.

……

The perimeter of the mass grave.

The Venerable Master Jingming and the young monk Huizhen carefully searched the mass grave for any trace of the Hundred-Year-Old Ghost King.

Suddenly, they heard a sinister suona melody, faintly heard from afar.

"Master..."

Huizhen and the old monk Jingming exchanged a glance.

The two cautiously stepped forward and walked towards the direction from which the suona sound came.

Soon, they spotted a wedding procession in the distance.

"The Ghost King's Wedding Ceremony?"

After carefully sensing the enormous ghostly aura within the red sedan chair, the old monk Jingming gasped and his face instantly turned pale.

He has confirmed that there is indeed a hundred-year-old ghost king in this mass grave!

If I'm not mistaken, this should be the ghost bride inside the red sedan chair!

"Disaster has struck..." the old monk Jingming sighed.

Huizhen asked, puzzled, "Master, what's wrong?"

The Venerable Master Jingming sighed and immediately told him what he had sensed.

Huizhen's face turned pale instantly, and her eyes were filled with terror.

"There really is a hundred-year-old ghost king? Then we're doomed..."

Even if his master didn't say it, he knew the situation.

With the emergence of the Ghost King, not only the nearby villages, but even the nearby Guobei County may be in trouble!

The Venerable Master Jingming, who was standing to the side, also sighed deeply.

At the same time, the scene of the ghost king welcoming his bride also aroused his pity.

I wonder which unlucky person caught the eye of this demon king...

As he thought about it, he sighed and silently chanted Amitabha Buddha, praying for the person who was about to die.

If that person is targeted by the century-old ghost king of this mass grave, they are doomed.

He seemed to see that person die tragically and become the Ghost King's husband.

"Master, let's go quickly..." Huizhen said, her face pale.

Upon hearing this, the Venerable Master Jingming hesitated, wondering whether he should follow the Ghost King of the mass grave to see if he could save the unfortunate person.

Just as he was thinking this...

The perimeter of the mass grave.

The three grave-digging migrants also discovered the suona sound coming from the mass grave.

Looking at the enormous wedding procession that stretched out in the distance like a ghost, their faces turned pale, their eyes filled with terror, and they covered their mouths with their hands, not daring to make a sound.

They knew this mass grave was sinister, but they never imagined it would be this sinister!

If it weren't for the need to eat and survive, they would never have come here!

Just as they were filled with regret and fear, and while the Venerable Master Jingming hesitated...

Suddenly, they froze.

A figure dressed in moon-white robes, its form blurred, glided slowly down from the distance and collided with the wedding procession.

This is?

They were surprised and began to speculate.

Unfortunately, because of the distance, they dared not get close and could not see clearly who the person dressed in moon-white clothes and able to float in the air was.

Just as they were in astonishment and holding their breath.

far away.

The front of the wedding procession.

Su Chen used his lightness skill to fly on grass, utilizing his immense cultivation level to glide through the air.

Although it wasn't quite true flight, it was close to it in the eyes of others.

At this moment, he stopped and slowly floated down from the sky, his gaze cold as he stared at the wedding procession in front of him.

Jiang Yirou naturally noticed who the person in front of her was.

A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, then she chuckled softly, her voice filled with deep affection, "It seems my husband can't wait any longer and wants to marry me."

"Come, my husband..."

She smiled faintly, and with a thought, she was about to activate the red string on the young man in front of her.

In her view, as long as she activated it, the young man would immediately collapse and die, his body and soul separated, and he would become her husband.

However, the next second, her face froze, and a look of surprise and doubt flashed in her eyes.

Not far away, the red string on the young man's hand glowed red.

However, no matter how she urged him, the young man's expression did not change at all, as if he was not affected in the slightest.

How is that possible?

Her eyes were filled with disbelief.

She has nearly two hundred years of cultivation, and she actively activated the red rope of the burial ghost. How could this person be completely unharmed?!

Logically, this person should have died, his soul separated from his body!

Just as Jiang Yirou was filled with surprise and doubt.

Looking at the red rope that glowed with a sinister red light, Su Chen's eyes turned icy.

Without wasting any words, he waved his right hand, and ten small yellow paper figures flew out. Then, under the infusion of immense magical power, they swelled in the wind.