Listening to this twisted logic, Su Ling'er felt only pain, despair, and helplessness.
'I can't understand their train of thought at all!'
'Are you trying to kill me, or not?'
'If you want to bury me, can't you just make it quick?'
'Do you have to torment me like this, even giving me a ghost bride as a funerary sacrifice? How do your brains even work?!'
She screamed wildly in her heart, but couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow.
'Besides, weren't you here to give me a funeral?'
'How did it turn into escorting a bride halfway through?'
'Where's your professional integrity?!'
As Su Ling'er was trapped in endless fear and internal snarking, the procession traveled an unknown distance before the thick fog ahead gradually began to dissipate.
At the edge of the desolate wilderness, the silhouette of a massive mansion suddenly appeared before everyone.
It was an extremely ancient estate, with upturned eaves and ornate rafters that hinted at its former grandeur.
