The Ghost King's wedding drew a celebration with hundreds of ghosts, the ghost energy surged to the heavens, alarming numerous Xuanmen Taoists nearby. They wondered why the ghost energy of Gengdong Mountain had suddenly become so dense. Was someone practicing some Evil Path and summoning souls?
Qin Liuxi entered the mountain. What a living person saw was merely a dense and chilling forest, but in her eyes, it was another world entirely, resplendent with lights and colors, the ghost energy soaring to the skies, and the passerby all held generous gifts, brimming with smiles.
Before a grand mansion with ornate beams and painted rafters, shadowy ghost figures abounded, with laughter and lively chatter emanating from within, and the scent of alcohol wafting into the air.
An old servant dressed as a butler stood at the entrance to receive gifts, while a pale-faced little servant sang celebratory songs beside him. The bustle was no different from a wedding in the human world.
