Chapter 27: White Wedding Book (3)

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The flame extinguished.

“You’re not Yuan Shuang!” Zhao Jiayao exclaimed in astonishment, his eyes wide open.

“Who are you?”

“The light of righteousness,” Shi Pengpeng replied, forming a hand seal with her fingers.

Two yellow talismans flew through the air.

“The essence of Yin and Yang, the fire of the sun in my heart—”

The talismans ignited, casting a glow into Zhao Jiayao’s pitch-black eyes.

However, her true target was actually on the other side of the hill, hidden behind the paper houses, the Zhao family cemetery.

In the next moment, a sudden gust of wind rose from the ground, extinguishing the flames and scattering the ashes of the talismans.

“A mere little sorceress dares to try and capture me on Zhao family territory?” Zhao Jiayao sneered, waving his hand.

The paper lanterns around them simultaneously lit up.

Whether by coincidence or not, the bright moon in the sky was also obscured by clouds, plunging the entire hilltop into deep darkness.

The eerie wind howled, and the temperature plummeted.

A sudden chill pierced through flesh and bone like needles.

Shi Pengpeng frowned, pulling out two more talismans.

She silently recited an incantation in her heart, but as soon as the talismans ignited, they were doused by the icy coldness.

“Hahahaha, now you see the power of the Zhao family’s cemetery array,” Zhao Jiayao laughed maniacally, his tone becoming increasingly frivolous.

“You’re quite a looker, little sorceress. Once I capture you, you can keep me company. Yuan Shuang can be the main wife, and you’ll be the concubine. I’ll continue to enjoy my beautiful wives and concubines in the underworld. What a delightful life!”

“No wonder you died so young,” Shi Pengpeng retorted with disdain.

“Even as a ghost, you’re so addicted to lust. Did you die from overindulgence?”

Her casual jab hit Zhao Jiayao’s sore spot with precision.

Zhao Jiayao had died young, his family wealthy and influential, at the peak of his life.

But he had been too indulgent, ruining his health early on.

Arrogantly believing his wealth could buy him more life, he never restrained himself.

Eventually, during a night of revelry, he overdosed on illegal drugs and died suddenly in bed.

Zhao Jiayao, now furious, let out a sharp cry.

His swollen, purplish hands suddenly grew sharp, claw-like nails.

Under the cover of darkness, he lunged at Shi Pengpeng.

As his claws touched her skin, Zhao Jiayao felt a surge of triumph and prepared to exert more force.

But suddenly, a red light flared in front of him—it was the glow of cinnabar.

Realizing the talismans wouldn’t ignite, Shi Pengpeng had instead drawn a Six Ding Six Jia Evil-Slaying Talisman on her palm with cinnabar.

What Zhao Jiayao’s claws had touched was Shi Pengpeng’s palm, which she had deliberately offered.

Shi Pengpeng twisted her wrist, grabbing his fingers and giving them a forceful twist.

The cinnabar burned like fire, and with a “crack,” his nails were severed.

“Ah-” Zhao Jiayao screamed in pain, quickly retreating about ten feet.

Shi Pengpeng knew that the power of the Zhao family cemetery was suppressing her talismans.

She had to subdue Zhao Jiayao first and pressed forward.

Having suffered a major setback, Zhao Jiayao wasn’t about to let her get close again.

He waved his hands in front of his chest and commanded, “Paper servants, obey!”

A series of eerie wails echoed, accompanied by the rustling of paper rubbing against paper.

A heavy, sinister energy surged from all directions.

Shi Pengpeng’s heart sank.

She wanted to retreat, but the surroundings were too dark, the air as if soaked in ink.

She couldn’t see anything.

In the darkness, she heard a rustling sound behind her and instinctively turned around.

At that very moment, a beam of white light suddenly flashed.

The light wasn’t particularly strong, appearing even weaker under the oppressive darkness, but that faint glimmer was just enough to pierce through the thick mist, illuminating a small area around her.

It also revealed a large, paper-pasted white face that was almost pressed against hers.

Shi Pengpeng: “!!”

Only then did she realize that a paper effigy had silently crept up to her at some point.

The commotion behind her had merely been a distraction.

“Pengpeng, be careful!” Yan Jing’s anxious voice rang out from the source of the light.

“Damn it, who are you trying to scare?!” Shi Pengpeng clenched her fist, which was already marked with an exorcism talisman, and swung it forward, punching a large hole through the paper effigy in front of her.

Yan Jing was speechless.

The paper effigy, though not alive and devoid of sensation, continued its movements unaffected, even with half its head smashed.

It raised its arms, aiming to strangle Shi Pengpeng.

With a swift twist of her hand, Shi Pengpeng deftly disarmed the paper effigy, all while sparing a moment to ask Yan Jing, “Bro, why did you come over?”

Yan Jing glanced at her, then at the shredded paper effigy in front of her, and replied with little confidence, “…To help you.”

Before setting out, Shi Pengpeng had instructed them to follow from a distance and not to act rashly unless they heard from her.

But when Yan Jing saw the paper lanterns on the hill suddenly extinguish, plunging the entire graveyard into darkness, he felt an inexplicable wave of tension.

Without a second thought, he left the car with Lin Lele and An Ting and rushed over alone.

As he approached the graveyard, he realized it was even darker than it had appeared from afar.

His unique constitution instantly made him aware of the overwhelming presence of ominous entities.

Yan Jing’s scalp tingled, and every hair on his body stood on end.

He wanted nothing more than to turn around and flee, but he forced himself to endure the fear and turned on his phone’s flashlight.

Shi Pengpeng was somewhat surprised.

She wasn’t worried about Yan Jing’s safety.

Due to his constitution, he had been carrying various protective talismans since childhood.

These paper effigies were no threat to him.

Initially, she had asked him to follow from a distance mainly to spare his pride.

She had assumed that, given Yan Jing’s fear of supernatural entities, he would prefer to stay far away from such places.

Had she misunderstood him?

Had the young master truly developed a brave mindset during their years apart?

There was no time to dwell on it now.

The paper effigies were swarming in, their numbers overwhelming, making it impossible for her to move.

Shi Pengpeng: “Bro, can you help distract these paper effigies?”

“Huh?!!” Yan Jing was drenched in sweat. “Me?”

Shi Pengpeng: “Just for a moment.”

As she spoke, she took down two more effigies, but more were relentlessly advancing.

“Alright.” Yan Jing took a deep breath, steeled himself, and pulled out the card holder he carried, which contained peace talismans and other items, and tossed it to the ground.

Shi Pengpeng: “I’ll teach you the ghost-summoning chant.”

“No need,” Yan Jing said, then focused his mind, silently reciting the incantation,

“Five ghosts, five ghosts, roam far and wide. Confuse the lost, move without hindrance.”

In an instant, he became like bait thrown into a pool of goldfish.

The paper effigies that had been relentlessly pursuing Shi Pengpeng all turned their stiff necks, their hollow, black eye sockets now fixed directly on him.

The scene was undoubtedly striking.

Yan Jing’s vision went black, and he nearly passed out on the spot.

Shi Pengpeng let out a surprised “Huh?” and exclaimed,

“When did you learn that?!”

Yan Jing offered a weary smile, “Let’s not bring up the past.”

If he had a choice, he wouldn’t have wanted to learn it, nor would he have wanted to use it on this day.

It was just that his memory was too good once he heard it, he couldn’t forget it.

The paper effigies, as if summoned, swarmed toward Yan Jing like a school of fish.

“Damn it!” Yan Jing cursed and bolted.

Seeing this, Zhao Jiayao stomped in frustration and quickly chanted a spell,

“Paper servants, obey my command! Return!”

The paper effigies that had been lured away hesitated, their steps faltering as they began to turn back.

Yan Jing, seeing this, immediately forgot his fear and rushed forward, blocking their path.

“Don’t you dare leave!”

As soon as the paper effigies sensed his presence, they lost control again and lunged at him.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Shi Pengpeng pulled out a handful of talismans and scattered them around.

The talismans fluttered in the air, but Zhao Jiayao scoffed,

“Little mage, haven’t you realized yet? My Zhao family’s graveyard isn’t something a few flimsy talismans can handle.”

“Ha,” Shi Pengpeng retorted with even greater disdain,

“You think only your family knows how to use formations?”

As the incantation was completed, a red light glowed around them—it was the cinnabar on the talismans.

Zhao Jiayao was startled to realize that the talismans weren’t scattered randomly but were precisely aligned with the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams.

The Four Symbols Talisman Formation formed a cage, trapping Zhao Jiayao inside.

“Ah !” Zhao Jiayao let out a piercing scream, momentarily immobilized, his teeth chattering.

As the talismans tightened, the veins on his face bulged.

Finally, the talismans stuck to his body, but instead of being subdued, Zhao Jiayao let out a roar, his flesh swelling violently as if rotting, pus oozing out continuously.

The pus soaked the talismans, rendering them ineffective, and the cinnabar immediately dimmed.

Shi Pengpeng’s expression shifted slightly, “A corpse demon.”

Normally, when people die, their bodies decay, leaving only bones and dust.

But the Zhao family’s graveyard was truly sinister-it had prevented Zhao Jiayao from decaying, turning him into this kind of malevolent ghost.

Corpse demons were not only vicious and cruel, but the hardest part was that they were tainted with demonic energy and carried corpse poison.

If you were even licked by one, even a hospital might not be able to save you.

“Little mage, stop struggling. On my Zhao family’s land, you can’t win against me,” Zhao Jiayao laughed maniacally, opening his mouth to spew a thick cloud of corpse miasma.

Shi Pengpeng’s face turned green, and she couldn’t help but gag. “Your breath stinks.”

“!!”

Zhao Jiayao’s face twisted in anger, his flesh splitting open as pus dripped down.

He gnashed his teeth and said, “Let’s see how long you can keep up that tough talk.”

Confident in his victory, he wasn’t in a hurry.

Like a cat toying with a mouse, he slowly advanced toward Shi Pengpeng while saying:

“I might as well tell you, my Zhao family’s graveyard formation was created through ancestral blood sacrifice. Unless you’re a Zhao, no matter how powerful your magic is, you’ll never break through…”

“Is that so?” Shi Pengpeng replied indifferently, “What if I destroy your tombstone?”

Zhao Jiayao’s steps faltered, his rotting eyes narrowing slightly before he burst into laughter and he replied:

“You? Really?”

“Of course not,” Shi Pengpeng smiled faintly, gesturing behind him. “Her.”

Zhao Jiayao’s heart suddenly rang with alarm bells.

He turned around abruptly and saw a figure standing on the other side of the hill, a figure that hadn’t been there before.

The figure stood on the opposite side of the desolate mountain, just beyond the darkness that enveloped him.

A sliver of moonlight broke through the clouds, illuminating her face.

It was Lin Lele.

In her hand, Lin Lele held a foul-smelling paint bucket.

In front of her stood Zhao Jiayao’s extravagantly crafted tombstone.

“What are you doing?!!” Zhao Jiayao exclaimed in shock, rushing forward to stop her.

But it was already too late.

Lin Lele raised the paint bucket high, like the Statue of Liberty lifting her torch, and then with all her might, she flung its contents pouring the entire bucket of filth onto Zhao Jiayao’s tombstone.

“Hehe “Shi Pengpeng, the professional commentator, chimed in with a sharp remark,

“Shit’s raining down on your head now.”

What Lin Lele had poured wasn’t just any filth—it was organic fertilizer they had specifically collected from a local farm earlier that day.

Pouring manure on a grave was the ultimate insult to the deceased.

Zhao Jiayao tried to cast a spell, but suddenly, a blazing talisman fire erupted in front of him, blocking his path.

The thick darkness around him gradually dissipated, the clouds parted, and the moonlight shone down, illuminating his increasingly decayed corpse.

Everything indicated that the Zhao family’s protective formation had been breached, and it could no longer sustain its power.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible!” Zhao Jiayao stared at Lin Lele in disbelief.

“How could she bypass the boundary of the Zhao family’s grave formation? How could she even touch my tombstone?!”

“Have you forgotten? She’s the one your family personally betrothed. Her remains from her past life are buried in your grave, so…” Shi Pengpeng sneered, enunciating each word slowly, “theoretically, she’s now a member of the Zhao family.”

The grave formation, powered by bloodline sacrifices, was indeed formidable, but its weakness was equally obvious.

Zhao Jiayao had assumed that with the grave formation’s protection, Shi Pengpeng would be powerless against him.

But he had overlooked the most crucial person.

They had forcibly married Yuan Shuang through dark arts, believing that as long as her remains were buried with Zhao Jiayao, she would obediently become his ghostly wife, eternally blessing the Zhao family with prosperity and wealth.

But they never considered that whether it was Yuan Shuang in her past life or Lin Lele in this one, she had her own independent will.

Once she awakened, she would never willingly become a tool for the Zhao family.

They arrogantly forced Yuan Shuang to become a “Zhao family member,” but they never imagined that this “Zhao family member” would become their biggest flaw.

Zhao Jiayao’s eyes widened in realization, his face contorted with rage.

Looking back at Lin Lele, he saw that she was still clutching the white ghost marriage certificate in her hand.

The thin piece of paper fluttered in the night breeze.

When Lin Lele saw his grotesque, decaying face, she shuddered in fear, but she didn’t look away.

Instead, she stared directly into his eyes, then, as if to provoke him, she spat fiercely onto the tombstone.