Zheng Xuan trembled all over with fright, nearly falling to the ground as he ran toward Sang Que.
Sang Que did not fall. She flung away the shotgun, leaving the man who had fired in stunned silence. As he turned, he bumped into the Deceitful Bride, whose bright red veil flew up to reveal her horrifying face.
The man was bent over by an invisible force, mimicking a bow to the Ghost Bride. As his head lowered, his breath ceased, and he fell softly to the ground. An identical shadow stood quietly at the same spot; his soul had become the Deceitful Bride's Ghost Slave.
This indicates that the man was alive; the villagers earlier might all be Black Magic Masters unique to the Southern Ocean.
Before Zheng Xuan arrived, blood and flesh squirmed at Sang Que's chest. Red threads sprouted from her heart, pushing out all the shrapnel and steel balls embedded in her body. The red threads intertwined, swiftly mending her bloodied wounds.
