White skin, delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, a refined nose bridge above a pair of luscious lips, slightly parted, her exhaled breath intoxicating.

Her bright eyes were captivating, and when their gazes met, Jiang Cheng found himself speechless.

Being stared at by Jiang Cheng, a touch of shyness appeared on the woman's cheeks.

The next moment, Jiang Cheng finally snapped out of his daze.

He was certain that the woman had used some kind of bewitching ability on him, otherwise his resistance wouldn't have been so low.

Slowly, the woman's lips curved into a smile, as if blaming Jiang Cheng for not being proactive enough, and she leaned forward, pressing herself against him.

Jiang Cheng could hear his own heart beating. He couldn't understand why the ghost bride didn't try to kill him, even though he had broken the taboo.

Did this appearance save him?

Lu Jianli?

If he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it. Jiang Cheng steadied his mind, gently supporting the woman's body, and sat down on the edge of the bed with her in his arms.

"My dear," Jiang Cheng whispered in her ear, embracing her slender waist, "Could it be... that my husband has neglected you?"

The woman's eyes were filled with resentment, but only for a moment, before it was washed away by a pool of spring water, and then she gently shook her head.

Jiang Cheng smiled, slowly lowered his head, rubbed his cheek against the woman's, and said softly, "My dear, your husband is the newly appointed Tan Hua from the imperial court. I know you are also quite accomplished in rhetoric. Tonight, let us, as husband and wife, enjoy ourselves with some poetry, what do you say?"

Hearing this, the woman's bright eyes blinked, and finally she nodded slightly.

Excellent, more time to stall!

Just as the woman was about to stand up, Jiang Cheng suddenly stopped her. The next moment, he picked her up and carried her to the table.

On the table were a wine pot, wine cups, and some food served on red paper.

The woman sat sideways on Jiang Cheng's lap, revealing a myriad of delights. The fragrance emanating from her wedding dress was like an alluring poison.

After a moment of slight contemplation, Jiang Cheng glanced at the red veil discarded on the bed. He dipped his finger into the wine in the cup and wrote a line on the table, the characters strong and vigorous: Three feet of red curtain still conceals the face.

Then, with a smile on his lips, he looked at the beauty in his arms, with a hint of provocation.

Unexpectedly, the woman quickly imitated his actions, her slender finger lightly touching the wine, and then adding to the other side: Half an inch of longing turns to ashes.

Three feet of red curtain still conceals the face, half an inch of longing turns to ashes.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but frown, not because the line wasn't fitting, but because he was struck by the woman's persistence and the resentment that had been accumulating in her heart.

The candlelight was dim, and a man and a woman in full dress were composing poetry, a scene that would make anyone envious.

But if you looked closely, you could see the clues: neither of them cast a shadow on the ground.

Jiang Cheng always had a doubt, but he couldn't ask it. He wondered if the paper figure named Lu Jianli could really be explained by coincidence.

Would someone really be able to draw a face exactly like his out of thin air?

Or... had these people in the underworld seen him before? At a moment he might never understand.

Jiang Cheng's gaze became strange. He remembered Lin Wan'er saying that he wasn't human, that the old chairman had brought him back from another world, through... this bus.

Looking at the beauty in front of him, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel lost. Perhaps at some point in the past, he really had intersected with this world, with these people.

Unfortunately, with the death of the watchman and those in the underworld, these things had become a complete mystery.

......

"How is it?"

"I can't hear anything."

"Listen more carefully, I think I can hear something shaking?"

"Huh?" Du Moyu pressed almost half of his face against the wall. "Really? Brother Fugui, don't lie to me?"

The fatty and Du Moyu, one on the left and one on the right, both had their ears pressed against the wall, the wall closest to Jiang Cheng's room, eagerly eavesdropping.

"Brother Wu, aren't you curious about the doctor's situation?" Du Moyu turned his head and asked.

Wu shook his head, looking as if he was unwilling to be associated with them. He was a ghoul, how could he have such low-level interests?

The fatty leaned up slightly and said in an embarrassed tone that exposed him, "Um... Brother Wu, why don't you come and listen with us? It's the middle of the night, and your right ear is several times larger than your left, and it's moving towards us, isn't that... a little scary?"

Du Moyu deeply agreed.

Hearing this, Wu's face turned a little embarrassed, and his ears instantly returned to normal, but he would never admit it.

"Say, did you hear anything?" The fatty pressed.

"That creaking sound, the sound of the bed shaking under duress?" Du Moyu's expression was very excited.

After a moment, Wu shook his head.

Du Moyu felt a deep regret, while the fatty breathed a sigh of relief.

He reminded Wu that if he heard that kind of sound, he had to go and save him immediately, not a second could be wasted, if he was a step late, he was afraid the doctor wouldn't be able to hold on.

At this moment, the doctor and the woman were standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside.

After this period of contact, Jiang Cheng had slowly let down his guard against the ghost bride.

Of course, most importantly, the time was almost up.

Dawn was coming.

"It's actually... snowing." Jiang Cheng looked at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, unable to hide his surprise. What month was it? How could it be snowing?

The ghost bride snuggled in his arms, as if she knew Jiang Cheng would leave her, and was enjoying the last of his warmth.

"Two hearts longing in the same snow, this life can be considered growing old together."

When these words appeared on the wall, Jiang Cheng understood that the ghost bride had already seen through his thoughts and knew that he was determined to leave.

Was this the ghost bride's ability, or a woman's intuition? Jiang Cheng wasn't sure.

He lowered his head, opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something to explain to the ghost bride, but the next second, a pair of cool lips kissed him, and a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her soft, fragrant body in his embrace.

......

Dawn broke.

The fatty and the others waited anxiously in front of the door. As the door opened, Jiang Cheng walked out.

His clothes were still neat, and Du Moyu looked him up and down suspiciously, wondering if he had just straightened them.

Only Jiang Cheng was there, the ghost bride's figure... had disappeared.

A trace of loss appeared on Jiang Cheng's face, and as he walked, there was a faint sound of bells.

Without a word, the group left the Wu family mansion. As soon as they stepped out the door, they saw a bus parked on the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

God knows how this bus got into the village.

The fatty followed Jiang Cheng towards the bus. Suddenly, he noticed a red string on Jiang Cheng's wrist, and on the string was a delicate bell.

It was... the ghost bride's bell! He recognized it at a glance.