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Regarding Jun Chong's suggestion, he didn't say another word afterward. Sometimes his silence was puzzling, but over time, I got used to it.
After sleeping at home for a night, the next day at work, I mentioned this to Lin You. Without hesitation, Lin You readily agreed.
"Wait until the Director goes out for a meeting, and then let's try to access that Website."
Lin You whispered in my ear. As soon as the Director left, we accessed the Website. Lin You entered her date of birth and uploaded a photo, revealing a tear mole under her eyelid that looked both clear and melancholic.
"Why is it my photo?"
Lin You focused on the screen and cursed, "That pig from the tech department messed up my photo. I'm going to find him and get it redone."
"Forget it, it's the same for everyone. Besides, if you go, I have to follow you anyway. It's fine."
Not long after we sent the information, there was still no news from the backend. After browsing the Website, we saw that there was no fifth person missing. Due to our busy work schedule, we didn't have time to check again until after work.
Just as I was about to shut down my computer and leave for the day, Lin You called me over.
I understood and walked over to stand beside her, bending down to look at her computer. Lin You opened the backend messages, which clearly stated: "You have successfully become a lucky pre-bride user of our store. Please bring your identification to our physical store within three working days to complete the relevant procedures. We will provide you with a wedding dress free of charge."
"Is that all it takes?"
Lin You nodded. "It seems so."
"Shall we go now?" I scratched my head and shook it lightly. "But how are we supposed to provide our identification?"
"It doesn't matter. Let's just go take a look first. We can say we didn't bring it and are just here for a consultation."
So, after work, Lin You and I headed straight to the bridal shop. Jun Chong had informed me early that morning that he had something to attend to and told me to reach out to Taotie if I needed anything. I called Taotie to let him know about our plans for the day.
On the way, Lin You specifically found a makeup artist to draw a beauty mark under my eyelid before we went.
As soon as the staff at the bridal shop heard we were lucky users from Website, they quickly made a phone call and said someone would come to assist us.
"Do we really need someone specially assigned to us?" Lin You asked, puzzled, with a slight smile. "Your rules are quite unique here."
"We have no choice; it's Boss's arrangement. After all, wedding dresses aren't cheap. All of our dresses are handmade, each one costing a significant amount, which is why they're so popular."
"The materials for your wedding dresses are indeed different from others. We came because we liked them. Can we take a look at your dresses?"
"Of course! Right this way." The staff enthusiastically led us inside, not to the room we had been in last time but to a room at the very back, filled with Paper Wedding Dresses that were even more beautiful than those outside.
As soon as I stepped inside, a chilling breeze hit me, making me shiver all over.
Little Qiongqi, who had been quietly sleeping on my shoulder, opened its eyes at that moment. It slightly lifted its head, and a red glow flickered in its eyes before quickly disappearing again as it rested its head back on my shoulder, half-closing its eyelids in feigned sleep.
Jun Chong had said that Qiongqi followed me in its Spirit form to recover its powers better; the lighter it felt meant it was regaining more strength. He also warned me that if a Necromancer appeared, Qiongqi would chase after them and advised me not to get too close.
"There are many styles here, please take your time to look. Feel free to try on anything you like."
"Thank you."
I carefully looked at the wedding dresses, not seeing the Paper Wedding Dress with bloodstains again. This room felt very cold; I had been sensing waves of chill since I entered.
"What's wrong?"
Lin You turned to me, arms crossed, and asked softly.
"I feel it's really cold here; there must be something."
Lin You nodded. "If you're uncomfortable, you can wait for me outside. I'll take a look around."
"I'm fine."
The staff was very enthusiastic. Before the person who received us arrived, they introduced the wedding dress styles one by one and asked for our opinions. Lin You chatted with her while I followed behind, feeling that aside from the cold, nothing seemed off.
Suddenly, another staff member rushed over and knocked on the door. "Can you come out and help? We've got a lot of customers all at once, and I'm overwhelmed."
"But they—"
"Boss called and said they're on their way. Could you wait a moment? We're just too busy out here."
"It's fine, you all go ahead. We'll take a look ourselves."
Their departure was the best opportunity for us. As soon as they left, Lin You turned back to me. "Did you find anything?"
I shook my head, disappointed. "There's nothing strange here except for the excessive cold and a bunch of Paper Wedding Dresses. I didn't even feel—"
Before I could finish my sentence, the Qiongqi on my shoulder let out a furious roar. At the same time, I noticed someone peering in from the doorway, and I was startled. "It's him."
"Who?"
"The photographer. Jun Chong said he's a Necromancer. It's bad; he's run away."
The Qiongqi jumped off my shoulder and took off in pursuit. I quickly followed, but Lin You brushed past me and bumped into me. The impact sent me crashing to the ground, and by the time I got up, Lin You was already chasing after him.
I prepared to get back up and continue the chase when suddenly I felt a chill wrap around my ankles, sliding over them like a snake. It pierced through to my bones, and at the same time, the icy grip quickly coiled around my hands as they pressed against the ground.
Looking down, I saw skeletal hands emerging from beneath me.
"Come join us in serving our husband!"
A chilling, resentful laughter echoed in my ears as the hard ground rippled like water. Four heads surfaced from below, one of which was unmistakably Fang Shasha.
Her stunning bridal makeup was lively, yet it couldn't mask the deathly pallor that surrounded her.
The hollow black pupils spread like the wind towards the whites of my eyes, instantly filling the small eye sockets to the brim, gathering more and more, resembling black tears.
"Join us in serving our husband!"
Their mouths opened and closed in unison, slowly crawling up from the ground along my hands and feet.
"Join us in serving our husband!"
As they smiled and blinked, those black tears overflowed from the eye sockets, transforming into blood-red droplets that slid down their pale faces and dripped onto me, filling the air with the scent of blood.
Where the blood fell, a wisp of black smoke rose, exuding a corrosive stench, and it hurt—pain that soon turned into a long-lasting numbness, gradually robbing me of sensation.
"No, let go of me! Help! Let go!"
Panic surged within me as I felt increasingly helpless; the blood dripping from my legs grew more abundant, making it hard to sense their existence.
I struggled desperately, trying to reach for the Qilin Hairpin, but my hands were tightly held. Fang Shasha and Li Xiaoyu had already surfaced halfway, gripping my arms with a strength as hard as iron, rendering me immobile.
After returning to the human realm, I had asked Jun Chong about using the Qilin Hairpin. He told me that the Golden Qilin was still in a semi-slumber state and that the only way to awaken it was with my blood.
But now I was unable to move, unable even to touch the Qilin Hairpin, let alone anything else.
"Help! Qiongqi! Save—"
The cries for help abruptly ceased in my throat, and my breathing grew increasingly frantic as a severed hand tightened around my neck.
"Join us in serving our husband!"
They gripped me tightly and began to drag me down, their speed surpassing that of their earlier ascent.
At that moment, Little Qiongqi returned, sprinting towards me with all its might, but it suddenly collided with something invisible and was thrown back.
There was nothing between us; the door had not been closed.
Little Qiongqi couldn't enter, its sharp claws scratching the air, leaving marks behind.
Its fur bristled like a porcupine, body leaning forward, front paws digging into the ground as it bared its teeth and let out an angry roar. Each charge seemed futile; with every attack, Qiongqi's body shrank further, its momentum dwindling.
Gradually, I saw a translucent membrane at the door's location. With each impact from Qiongqi, it flickered more distinctly.
Finally, with a howl, it shrank to the size of two fists, resembling an adorable pet. The membrane vanished in an instant.
I heard footsteps approaching, and I saw the Necromancer quietly nearing the diminished Qiongqi. Then, bending down, he picked it up. Qiongqi struggled fiercely, but its short legs and small body made its efforts only more endearing.
The Necromancer held Qiongqi up and glanced my way. His indifferent face showed no emotion as he coldly placed Qiongqi into his pocket and turned to leave.
At that moment, only my head and neck remained above the ground.
The Necromancer suddenly appeared here, and after being discovered by us, managed to escape. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but now it seems far from simple.
His appearance was already strange, and coupled with the mysterious object attached to the door that caused Qiongqi to shrink, it’s not hard to deduce that he likely came for Qiongqi.
Now that Qiongqi belongs to Jun Chong, could the Necromancer be trying to take Qiongqi away to deal with Jun Chong?
Random speculations formed in my mind, while I was unable to save myself and could not call for help. The speed of my descent was increasing; I had already reached the level of my mouth. The part of my body submerged underground felt icy cold, and I was about to lose consciousness.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my scalp as something tugged at my hair from behind. With a snap, I felt the hair tie break, and my hair fell loose. The Qilin Hairpin that had been nestled in my hair dropped to the ground with a soft thud.
In that moment, I was completely pulled into the dark underground world.
A wave of despair surged through my heart, causing it to race wildly, spreading throughout my entire body, even affecting my pores.
The Qilin Hairpin was something I absolutely could not lose; it wasn’t just because it was a Betrothal Gift from Jun Chong representing the Golden Qilin, but also because the Qilin Hairpin must never break.
Regardless of whether what the deity and the King of Hell said was true or not, it was better to believe than not believe at all.
Darkness rushed in, and my consciousness began to fade.
After I disappeared, a figure walked in from outside. A long, pale hand picked up the fallen Qilin Hairpin. After examining it for a moment, the person turned and left.
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