When Lin Xing came to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a bridal sedan.
"Husband, won't you hurry and take your wife out?"
Lin Xing groggily went through the wedding process, and when it was time for the wedding night, he lifted the red cloth covering the bride's head, revealing the face of a beautiful woman.
Staring at the lovely yet blurred face, Lin Xing gradually lost consciousness again.
It was a repeating cycle of marriage, wedding night, death.
After an unknown number of repetitions, Lin Xing finally sensed that something was amiss.
"Your face..." Lin Xing looked at the bride's face and realized she didn't have a fixed appearance; it was constantly changing, as if the features of countless women were blending and interchanging.
Among the various faces, Lin Xing thought he saw many women from his memories, even Jing Shiyu's features were mixed in.
When he realized this, Lin Xing suddenly snapped to attention, "Wasn't I dealing with an evil spirit?"
