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A thick fog suddenly surged before Yan Qing, and without a moment's hesitation, he raised his arm to shield himself, intending to lower it once the mist dissipated. However, he was taken aback when the surroundings erupted into a cacophony of noise, accompanied by indistinct voices merging together.
Confusion filled Yan Qing's mind. As he slowly lowered his arm, he realized that the scene before him had transformed completely.
He found himself in a wedding hall, bustling with guests, laughter echoing all around, and an atmosphere of celebration that was anything but ordinary.
The walls and corridors were adorned with large Double Happiness Symbols, and the red lanterns above cast a warm glow. Even though it was daytime, the flickering candlelight within the lanterns was clearly visible.
As he watched people carrying trays of food and drink pass right through him, Yan Qing felt momentarily lost. What kind of play was unfolding here?
Before long, he followed the crowd into the main hall and noticed a red invitation card that had inexplicably appeared in his hand, bearing his name. It dawned on him that he had fallen into a trap.
In this illusion, the only way to break free from the dream's constraints was to awaken the master who controlled this realm.
Observing the lively scene around him, Yan Qing felt a sense of difficulty. The number of people here was staggering; searching for individuals one by one would likely lead to the illusion shifting to another dream altogether.
After much contemplation, he decided it would be best to find Yan Huo and the others first. Once they regrouped, they could act together.
As he walked down the long corridor, no one paid any attention to Yan Qing; it was as if no one could see him.
From their expressions, he could see that everyone wore smiles of joy, seemingly very pleased with the marriage festivities.
Upon reaching the main hall, his gaze was drawn to the festive lights hanging overhead.
The red lanterns were not adorned with cheerful red paper cuttings but instead featured a Double Happiness Symbol made from withered branches.
This unusual representation of the happiness symbol stood out starkly against the backdrop of smiling faces around him, creating an eerie juxtaposition.
Could they not see the words on this lantern?
Yan Qing carefully discerned the branches, feeling for a moment that they resembled woven willow branches. The dead willow twigs made it difficult for him to identify them.
This Ability User, according to the information, was a Plant Esper. It seemed that his mimicry was likely that of a willow tree.
Thinking of this, Yan Qing suddenly recalled the withered willow tree he had seen at the entrance of the Tao Residence, which looked so out of place in its surroundings.
But that willow tree appeared to be on the verge of dying; how could it possibly wield Psychic Ability to weave such a vast dream?
Yan Qing hurriedly searched within the Tao Residence but could not find the location of that willow tree.
The Tao Residence was neither too big nor too small, yet he could not reach its end.
In the corridors of this mansion, Yan Qing seemed to be wandering in circles, always being sent back to where he started whenever he approached the boundary.
Some mysterious force was preventing him from getting closer.
Yan Qing gradually calmed down and began to observe the subtle differences around him. In this dream, there must be key details he had yet to notice.
" Boss Li, you’re here too! What a rare guest! Please, come in."
"You're too kind, Butler Wang. I’m just here to congratulate brother Tao."
As he watched the two figures pass through him, Yan Qing's gaze fell upon the open Invitation that had fallen to the ground.
The red thread of fate is firmly tied today, a perfect match.
May we wish for a long life together, fragrant like osmanthus and orchids.
We cordially invite Mr. Li Chengshuo to attend the wedding ceremony of Tao Yiran and Jiang Wenyu, held on November 14, 1938, at the Tao Residence. We look forward to your presence.
Sincerely, Tao Yiran.
Before Yan Qing could read further, the butler noticed the wedding invitation that had fallen to the ground. He picked it up and handed it to Li Chengshuo.
"Boss Li, your invitation has dropped."
"Thank you."
Watching the two figures fade into the distance, Yan Qing pondered for a moment and decided to follow them. Perhaps he could find some clues.
As he re-entered the hall, the wedding ceremony was just beginning.
The priest said, "Mr. Tao, from this day forward, in wealth or poverty, in good times or bad, in health or sickness, in success or failure, will you walk hand in hand with Miss Jiang?"
The groom replied loudly, "Yes, I will."
The priest continued, "Miss Jiang, from this day forward, in wealth or poverty, in good times or bad, in health or sickness, in success or failure, will you walk hand in hand with Mr. Tao?"
The bride nodded slightly and softly said, "Yes, I do."
The priest smiled and nodded, gesturing, "Now, the groom may kiss the bride."
"Let us bless this couple."
Amidst a chorus of cheers, Tao Yiran lowered his head, embraced Jiang Wenyu, and kissed her.
After the vows exchanged by the newlyweds, Yan Qing, like everyone else around him, focused his gaze on the couple.
It wasn't until their kiss ended and they pulled away that Yan Qing could clearly see their faces.
The man had his hair neatly styled with gel, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his gentle face. His tailored suit and straight posture made him appear vibrant and full of life.
The woman stood beside him, linking her arm with his. She wore the trendiest white wedding dress of the moment, with a flowing veil that framed her beautiful face. The corners of her crimson lips curled into a charming smile.
As the bride and groom chatted and toasted together, Yan Qing quietly stood behind a bonsai, observing them silently. Unfortunately, the woman sensed his presence.
In an instant, she looked up at Yan Qing.
Suddenly, everyone in the hall stopped what they were doing. The lively atmosphere shifted to an eerie silence, leaving Yan Qing feeling somewhat bewildered by the stark contrast.
At that moment, the woman's smile had vanished from her face. Her outstretched arms transformed into several massive willow branches that lunged toward Yan Qing.
Beneath the writhing human skin mask was a mass of gnarled twigs, and in an instant, the surrounding figures turned to dust. Before Yan Qing could react, the entire hall began to distort…
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