The bridal sedan had already parked at the door. The bright red color was like that of thick blood.
In an instant, all the lights in the house were extinguished. The street lamps outside the door flickered a few times before they were extinguished. The surroundings seemed to be wrapped in a thick black fog. The only source of light was the big red lantern in the sedan chair's hand, which was the same red color as the sedan chair.
Seeing that Song Han didn't move, the matchmaker repeated her words.
"Groom, let's go to the wedding hall."
The bearers echoed her words and shouted in a monotone, "Groom! Hurry up and pay your respects! Let's enter the bridal chamber!"
They didn't seem like normal humans at all. In an instant, Song Han felt his scalp tingle.
He took a few steps back and waved the long knife in his hand. "Damn it! Get lost!"
"Groom, you have to behave yourself." A black fog came out of the matchmaker's mouth.
