Bai Wei had not expected that the Fang Shangshan he provoked was not simply a daughter from an ordinary wealthy daughter, but actually came from the secretive Luban sect.

He was not afraid of Fang Shangshan, nor was he afraid of the unknown person who released Fang Shangshan, but he was a little afraid of Fang Ruoshui who had tortured him to death.

That person’s obsession with her sister was simply to the point of insanity. She didn’t look for any evidence, and she didn’t seek any verification at all—she just killed him right off. It was no exaggeration to compare her with him.

But after thinking about it, he felt happy again.

During the Hungry Ghost Festival, the door of the Underworld opened to ghosts. Once he took Fang Shangshan to the Underworld, even if Fang Ruoshui could fight ghosts like him, she would not be able to catch him in the Underworld.

Bai Wei put a smile on his face, stepped forward, and—as if he would not allow any refusal—said softly, “Let’s go, we should go to the Underworld now.”

“Go to the Underworld yourself, you pervert!” Fang Shangshan said, close to collapse.

She was extremely well-educated, and even if she hated people to the extreme, she would only call them ‘perverts’—which did not really hurt others much.

The old woman, Bai Wei’s grandmother, stood up immediately, stopped in front of Bai Wei and begged in a low voice, “Xiao Wei, relationships are not just about your own will. You can’t force others. Besides, you treated her like that before. How could she marry you like this?”

Everyone thought that if Bai Wei’s grandma opened her mouth and said some good words, Bai Wei would definitely listen.

However, Bai Wei frowned, raised his hand, condensed the dark wind into a sword, and swung it towards his own grandmother. If she were stabbed by this, then her soul would be injured—or even be gone forever.

“I asked you to persuade her, not me.”

Before everyone’s horrified eyes, An Rugu protected Bai Wei’s grandmother behind her. With lightning speed, she raised her hands to form a seal to block the evil wind-formed-sword.

Only then did Bai Wei turn his attention to this person. Before, his eyes had all been on his bride.

He glanced at An Rugu and became interested. “I have a collection of the cutest and most beautiful, and the kindest wife. I think you are very good, and you would do well in my beautiful collection.”

Everyone: “!!!”

Seeing that he dared to be so presumptuous, Fang Shangshan endured her fear and stood in front of An Rugu, “If there’s anything you want to do, just come after me. Don’t hurt other people!”

She didn’t know how powerful the master was, but she knew that Bai Wei was very strong, and the master may not be a match to him.

Seeing that his bride was angry, Bai Wei raised the corner of his mouth, “You are jealous, but don’t worry, my wife will only be you.”

Fang Shangshan: “…get out!”

Was the brain circuit of a murderer so abnormal?

Under everyone’s worried eyes, An Rugu smiled softly, “By the way, I forgot to ask you, how does it feel to be married to a hen?”

Bai Wei: “!”

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Bai Wei never mentioned this matter from beginning to end—he just wanted to forget this humiliating experience. Suddenly, the fig leaf was lifted, and the elegant mask was torn to pieces, “It turns out that it was you, a bitch, who plotted against me!”

When the wedding procession arrived at the ancestral hall, he said many sweet words and then opened the curtain, fully expecting to receive his wife’s urn.

After taking a closer look, the thing lying on the sedan chair turned out to be a hen!

He—a noble man!—actually spoke words of love to a hen!

Bai Wei was deeply tainted with sins, and his grudges and yin qi were extremely strong. He had to spend a lot of effort to stabilize his emotions every day, so as not to lose his mind and become an evil ghost. But at that time, he was so enraged that he almost lost all his rationality and was one step from turning into an irrational, evil spirit.

An Rugu’s eyes were cold, so cold, and her eyebrows were as cold as snow, “You carry so many blood debts on your person. I don’t know how you escaped from the hunt. If you are caught, you will probably stay in the eighteenth level of hell for a thousand years. I don’t know where you got the courage to come and get married.”

Bai Wei frowned, his eyes were as red as blood, and he raised his hand to condense yin qi to stab An Rugu. He didn’t want this person to be part of his collection anymore; he only wanted to crush her to ashes.

Before An Rugu could take action, Shang Yue—who had always been standing next to her—rushed over with a holding spell. Bai Wei froze in place, unable to move.

Shang Yue bit her crimson lips. Thinking of Bai Wei’s majestic wedding procession, she had been feeling since earlier that she had somehow lost.

Previously, she had put on a phoenix crown and wedding clothes and came to the Wang family to marry Wang Ke. She had been dressed very festively indeed, but she was just a lonely ghost. How could there be such a dreary wedding scene?

This ghost king was very handsome, his appearance was outstanding, and the procession had been so lively—it really made her heart envious and jealous.

Ahh, she should have done things this way too!

But the thought was only one in passing because she had no one she wanted to marry now.

Shang Yue covered her mouth and said mockingly, “Is this only what you, the Ghost King, are capable of? Then I want to be called a Ghost King too, let’s just call me Nancheng Ghost King.”

Bai Wei: “???”

Other people:”???”

As a fierce ghost, Bai Wei was quite strong. He mobilized his yin qi and broke through the restraints of the immobilization spell in three seconds.

Because of Shang Yue’s ridicule, Bai Wei’s hatred was transferred to Shang Yue.

The two fought together and used various spells. The objects in the house smashed to the floor with a loud clatter. Some items were hit by yin qi and directly turned into powder. Gusts of dark wind shrieked over the faint sounds of ghosts crying, and even what seemed to be wolves howling in the distance.

The ghosts on the side were so frightened that they ran out of the door like fleeing birds or animals.

Other than the two fighting ghosts, only An Rugu and Fang Shangshan were left inside the house.

Bai Wei’s fingers were suddenly cut off by the blade of yin qi, and deep resentment flashed in his eyes. The strength of Shang Yue in front of him should not be underestimated. It seemed that he had to take her seriously.

Taking advantage of Shang Yue’s unpreparedness, he took out two small jars from his pocket and sprinkled the ashes of the small jars on the ground. Two red-clothed devils suddenly floated out from the ashes of the small jars.

Two fierce ghosts, a man and a woman, with white faces and fangs, without any remaining rationality, raised their sharp claws and rushed towards Shang Yue.

The ghostly aura of these mindless ghosts was only slightly less dark than Bai Wei’s.

Shang Yue: “!”

“You are bullying the few with more!”

Was this really the time to talk about martial ethics?

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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