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Fang Shasha was very happy, linking her arm with her husband's and displaying the most beautiful smile. For every woman, the day she marries the man of her dreams is the happiest moment of her life.
As I watched her smile, I felt an overwhelming sense of envy.
The so-called wedding between Jun Chong and me had been spent in shock, but at this moment, I truly wished for a real wedding that belonged to us.
Lin You noticed my silence and nudged me with her arm, grinning mischievously. "Are you wishing for a wedding with Jun Chong?"
I felt my face flush and turned my eyes away. Lin You's grin widened. "Anxin, if he really wanted to marry you, he wouldn't have dragged it out until now."
We had originally gone together to take the elevator to the banquet hall, but her words caught me off guard.
Lin You continued walking ahead without pausing. In that fleeting moment as we passed each other, I seemed to catch a glimpse of cold indifference in her eyes. I hesitated and stopped in my tracks. "Xiao You?"
"But he's a ghost, and you're human. It would be quite troublesome to hold a wedding! Whether in the human world or the underworld."
Lin You turned back with a playful expression on her face, as if the moment of coldness had merely been my imagination.
She pinched my cheek, offering a mischievous suggestion. "But if he won't give you a wedding, you could propose divorce! Just to scare him a little; it might save you from being completely under his thumb. Anxin, women need to think more about themselves."
Lin You's words were not wrong. In today's society, if a woman relies on a man for her entire life, she will suffer greatly and be oppressed.
But Jun Chong was not human; he was a ghost. I understood my position in his heart. He had mentioned the wedding before, but now was not the time. A dangerous future was gradually approaching, and we should not forget the greater good for our personal feelings.
Not long after sitting down, Auspicious Time arrived. From the host taking the stage to the groom's appearance and welcoming his bride, every detail was uniquely designed. It was clear that this wedding planning company did an excellent job.
The colorful lights shone on the groom and bride as the groom proposed, then took his woman's hand and walked toward the stage.
Dressed in a black suit, the groom looked handsome and dashing, while the bride, in her pure white wedding gown, was stunningly beautiful. The applause and music filled the air, blessing the newlyweds.
But just as they passed our table, my hand froze mid-drink, and the cup nearly slipped from my grasp.
Fang Shasha's flowing wedding gown was pure white and flawless, accentuating her alluring figure. Her long, slender legs were exposed, and the low-cut design was undeniably captivating.
However, that wedding gown was entirely made of Ghost Money. As she walked by, white Ghost Money fell to the ground, cut into shapes resembling ancient coins, creating an illusion of stepping on auspicious clouds and blooming flowers.
"Anxin, what are you doing?"
Lin You grabbed my arm, and I realized I had unconsciously stood up, wanting to rush over to stop her.
I sat back down and whispered to Lin You, "The wedding dress she's wearing is a Paper Wedding Dress—the same one we saw at that shop. The first time I went there, I encountered her. She loved the dresses there, but earlier in the hall, she wasn't wearing it. I thought she had changed out of it; I didn't expect her to still be wearing it. I'm still concerned about the rumors surrounding The Vanished Bride; they wouldn't use such a grand five-star hotel for no reason. You heard those two women talking earlier; that picture of the Paper Wedding Dress is real; otherwise, it wouldn't have been deleted."
"But her wedding dress looks perfectly normal to me," Lin You said with a puzzled expression. "Are you sure you're seeing clearly?"
"Yes, very clearly. But I still can't see any dark aura around Fang Shasha."
Lin You sighed and pointed at my forehead. "Not seeing any dark aura means she won't die. What are you worried about? Maybe she designed it herself? Also, disrupting someone else's wedding is a major taboo. Besides, you have no evidence; not everyone believes in these ghost stories. You can only intervene if you have enough proof that Fang Shasha will definitely disappear."
Lin You's words made sense. Moreover, the fact that I couldn't see any signs of death was true. The ceremony on stage continued amidst our conversation. I would rather believe that she was truly fine than think I misread the situation and missed my chance to save her.
"Ah—help—"
A sudden scream of terror erupted from the stage, interrupting our discussion.
Fang Shasha lay on the stage, the groom gripping her hand tightly, while behind her there was nothing but emptiness. Her pure white wedding dress spread out across the stage, and aside from the upper half of Fang Shasha's body, there was no sign of any other part.
"Something is pulling her down."
I stood up from my chair and rushed over, with Lin You following closely behind. She whispered in my ear, "The space under the stage is usually empty." Then she shouted at the hotel staff, "What’s down there? Hurry up and pry it open to take a look! What are you all standing around for? A life is at stake!"
The stage was already in chaos, with many tall men trying to pull Fang Shasha up, but her body continued to sink downwards despite their efforts.
Her cries were deafening, filled with despair and terror. Tears blurred her vision due to fear, ruining her bridal makeup and making her look quite pitiful. She desperately reached out her hands and cried out, "Help me! Something is pulling my feet down! It's cold and icy! It wants me to go down! Help me! Help me!"
There were too many people; Lin You and I couldn't get through. The hotel staff had arrived with tools to assist, and some claimed they had sent someone down to check. However, not long after, the news came back that they hadn’t seen the bride's lower body in the empty space beneath the stage.
"What’s going on?"
"Ah! It must be related to The Vanished Bride! The last report was also from this hotel, during the ring exchange and Cup of Union ceremony when it happened. There’s a ghost; it’s a haunting!"
Someone shouted this, causing the guests to panic. Some left in haste while others, unafraid, took out their phones to capture the scene for social media.
At that moment, a mournful melody suddenly echoed from the hotel speakers—clearly a song about two lovers who could not be together.
"Who played this song? Turn it off!"
"No, it wasn't us! The computer won’t shut down! I even unplugged it!"
A chill ran down my spine as I shivered violently, sensing something approaching from behind me.
I turned around and saw a transparent figure at the edge of the stage in front of the speakers. From its build, it appeared to be a man, but everything else remained unclear.
At that moment, I suddenly felt furious with Su Ziqian. If it weren't for him taking me to Pure Heart Pool, my Ghost Power wouldn't have disappeared, and I would be able to see clearly who was approaching.
But I also understood that if I hadn't gone back then, it would have been me who died, so now all I felt was a sense of helplessness because no one was at fault.
At the same time, Fang Shasha, who had been struggling, suddenly stopped. Her eyes were fixed ahead, which was behind me. The terror faded away, replaced by the joy of a long-awaited reunion. She stared blankly ahead and smiled.
"Husband, is that you? You've finally returned. Take me away! I don't want to be here alone."
"Sasha, don't say that. We will definitely save you." Fang Shasha's husband, Yang Feng, pulled her tightly, his anxious expression showing no desire to flee. Instead, he cupped Fang Shasha's face and kissed her gently, comforting her. "Sasha, just hold on a little longer. Quickly, tear down this stage for me."
"Wife, don't be afraid. I will take you away soon; we will never be apart."
The transparent shadow gradually approached. Although it moved slowly, it reached Fang Shasha in the blink of an eye. With a single wave of its hand, Yang Feng, who was closest to Fang Shasha, was thrown into the air as if by an invisible force and crashed against the wall in the center of the stage. His limbs twisted in an unnatural way, and instantly everyone who had been busy stopped moving.
Yang Feng suddenly fell out on his own and landed in that position. His entire body contorted; his face flushed and slowly turned purple. I rubbed my eyes and realized he was being choked by the transparent shadow.
I immediately wanted to intervene but didn’t know who kicked something over. The transparent shadow vanished in a flash, allowing Yang Feng to cough out loud as those around him rushed to help.
I looked at what had rolled on the ground—a bloody shard of a wine glass. When the glass touched the shadow, I saw flames flickering weakly.
Just as I was about to speak to Lin You, I noticed her finger on her lips, frowning. I hurriedly asked, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing." Lin You naturally withdrew her finger and tucked it into her pocket before asking me, "Did you see something just now?"
I nodded but hadn’t spoken when Aunt Zhang's cries pierced through the air. "Sasha! No! My Sasha!"
In just a turn of my head, Fang Shasha had vanished from her wedding dress, which had completely transformed into white Ghost Money scattered across the ground. A gust of wind blew in from somewhere, lifting those Ghost Money pieces into the air like paper money scattered during a funeral.
"Disappeared?"
I stared in shock at the chaotic stage, where everyone wore different expressions—some were terrified, others disappointed, some in denial, and a few seemed to take pleasure in the misfortune. But only Fang Shasha's parents could truly understand the gravity of the situation.
How could they accept that their daughter's wedding had turned into this? Aunt Zhang had fainted from crying, and Yang Feng was injured and despondent. Thankfully, Fang Shasha's father remained relatively calm and instructed someone to take them to the hospital.
Lin You and I stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do. She grasped my hand tightly, her expression serious. "Anxin, don't blame yourself; this isn't your fault."
I was taken aback, realizing she was concerned for me. If only I had been more observant, perhaps I could have prevented this. But there was no "perhaps" when it came to what had already happened.
"Let's head back! That bridal shop must have something to hide; we need to investigate."
"Okay."
As Lin You and I walked hand in hand toward the exit, a figure unexpectedly caught my eye as he left through the banquet hall's main door.
Though he had changed his clothes and let his hair down, I recognized him immediately—it was the waiter from Fourth Cafe.
What was he doing here?
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