Eerie screeches...
Although the sky was dark, the two groups were so close to each other that by the time Wang Yuan realized he needed to dodge, it was already too late.
Immediately, the bridal procession headed towards him at unabated speed.
Whoosh!
However, the anticipated scenario of being suddenly confined inside the sedan chair didn't occur.
Instead, it was as if they were phantoms with form but no substance, passing through each other without any interaction at all.
Standing in place, Wang Yuan stared at the overly narrow, coffin-like blood-red bridal sedan and coldly spit out three words:
"Ghost marriage."
The procession, at first glance, seemed perfectly normal – the Golden Lamp Steward, bridal sedan, big drums, and flags with gongs and fans – all the trappings of a bridal procession were present and of a very high standard.
