Morning's mom reached out and poked it. The texture, the feel, it was indeed just a piece of paper. Even when it grew up, it was still just a piece of paper.
Oh no, should it be paper cutting?
Paper figures cut out?
Dr. Wen's skills are truly remarkable!
"Stop poking me. It's not easy for me to come here. This is something for you. After you finish the task, remember to come find me."
Morning's mom nodded, and suddenly a pocket appeared at the waist of the paper figure.
The paper figure... oh no, Dr. Wen's hand reached into that paper bag and took out a small box, also made of paper.
In the cardboard box: three drops of water?
The crystal-clear water droplets maintained their independent state, each standing in its own position, neither merging with one another nor soaking the paper box.
"Time is limited. You need to see Zhaozhao's body and then place this colored water droplet on her forehead. You must do this, understand? As long as the droplet enters Zhaozhao's forehead, the ghost marriage will be automatically annulled."
"This white drop of water needs to be placed in your eye. It will take effect for 24 hours, and then you will be able to see Zhaozhao."
"The remaining drop of blue water will allow everyone in your village to see Zhaozhao, understand?"
The paper-made Wen Ying carefully explained the precautions to Chaochao's mother, who nodded resolutely.
She remembered everything, without a single mistake.
First, she put the white droplets into her left eye. Chaochao's mother felt her vision brighten and dim alternately, and finally, it seemed she could see a hazy gray expanse before her.
Then, using the words Wen Ying had taught her, she explained the blue water droplet, and saw it automatically burst open.
Every morning, Mom's left eye saw the world turn black in an instant, while her right eye still saw the world as it was.
Dr. Wen had already disappeared without a trace.
Mama Chao walked towards the door. The wooden door, which had been locked, opened immediately with a pull from her.
The two people standing outside at this moment saw the sky change dramatically, no, the entire world in their eyes had changed.
Day turned into night, and no one paid any attention to Chaochao's mother.
"What's going on? How did it suddenly get dark?"
"Do you feel a bit cold? It's strange, it's only July, how could it be cold?"
"The bone-chilling cold, I always felt something was off, my God! The black gale!"
"Let's hurry and find the others, I think something's about to happen!"
Morning's mother watched the two run off. She wasn't in a hurry and walked step by step towards the place where Morning had been left.
The bright red coffin was newly made by her parents-in-law, and Chaochao lay inside, dressed in a vibrant red wedding gown.
The location of the coffin was not in the courtyard where the family lived, but rather in a more distant mourning hall.
The mourning hall was set up in a more secluded spot outside the courtyard, also to prevent the villagers from gathering and gossiping.
In the exact opposite direction from where Chaochao's mother was locked up.
Every morning, as Mama Zhao walked down the road, the world seen through her left eye was filled with gusts of eerie wind. This place no longer seemed to be the familiar world she once knew.
Suddenly, the harrowing cries rose and fell, making one shiver all over just by listening.
Mom Chaochao seemed to see..
Is this... hell?
Has she entered Zhaozhao's world?
Even though she knew it was an illusion, there was a moment of confusion for Chaochao's mother, making her feel that this was not the world she lived in.
Looking at the ghastly white bones beneath her feet, Chaochao's mother jumped up with a start, but upon landing, there was still a creak.
It seemed like something had snapped underfoot.
[This system does not intend to complain, but the host's setting for the ghost realm is really quite poor. These dense white bones? Is the ghost world supposed to be like this? Isn't this a setting for a fantasy cultivation world?]
Wen Ying ignored the system's complaints; she would design it however she wanted!
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Chaochao's mother quickly ran forward, heading towards the location of the mourning hall where she remembered Chaochao had been placed.
Not afraid, not afraid, she kept telling herself.
In the instant of closing and reopening her eyes, Chaochao's mother was already standing in front of the mourning hall. At this moment, the people who had been keeping vigil there were all wailing as if they had seen something terrifying, continuously retreating.
Morning's mother looked at all this with suspicion. Could it be that the world they saw was not the same world?
"Mom." The sudden voice made Chaochao's mother turn around, her eyes instantly welling up with tears.
Her Zhaozhao, dressed in bright red clothes, stood in front of her.
Two long braids, beautiful hair accessories, and most importantly, Zhaozhao was looking at her, smiling.
Morning's mom bent down and scooped Morning up in her arms.
"Mom, Zhaozhao misses you very much."
"Chaochao, Mommy's Chaochao, Mommy misses you too."
Chaochao's mother's tears kept falling uncontrollably. Chaochao reached out and touched the tears on her mother's face. "Mom, I want you to be happy, okay?"
"Yes, yes, Mommy is very happy, really very happy." Chaochao's mom cried and laughed, gently holding her Chaochao.
Afraid that a single careless move would shatter it.
"Mom, it was the pretty sister who let Zhaozhao see you, right?"
Morning's mother nodded, but she didn't think about how Morning knew. However, at that moment, reminded by Morning, she recalled the matter of the water droplet.
"Zhao Zhao, this is something the pretty sister gave you. She said to place it on your forehead."
Every morning, she would open the paper box and take out that droplet of water, soft and bouncy, just like jelly.
Every morning, Zhao Zhao pressed a drop of water onto her forehead, and it quickly vanished.
Compared to the warm scene between Chaochao and her mother, the others were in a rather pitiful state.
Those demons and monsters that seemed to appear out of nowhere were now grabbing them, biting them, tearing their bodies apart, even splitting them in two.
The screams, in this scene, seemed particularly harmonious.
Morning's mom and Morning were not affected by these things.
"Mom, the pretty sister is my benefactor. She gave things to Chaochao, and Chaochao received them all. Mom, you have to help Chaochao thank the pretty sister."
Chaochao's mother nodded, "Chaochao, don't worry, Mom will definitely repay Dr. Wen."
When you are with someone you care about, time seems to pass exceptionally quickly.
But for those who harbored malice towards Chaochao or even wanted to sell her off for a ghost marriage, every second felt like a year.
This is absolutely the eighteenth level of hell.
"Mom, don't be afraid. Those things won't hurt you," Chaochao said, glancing at the gruesome scene and comforting her.
Mom nodded, "Mom knows, those people deserve it."
Suddenly, Chaochao's mother saw four characters appear above Chaochao's head, just floating there.
[Single in the Underworld]
"Zhao Zhao, what is this thing?"
"Even though Chaochao didn't see it, it was as if she knew everything at that moment. 'This is something the pretty sister gave to Chaochao, right? This way, Chaochao won't have to be married off to that person.'"
It was only then that Chaochao's mother remembered what Dr. Wen had said, that Chaochao's ghost marriage would be annulled.
But she didn't expect it to be so conspicuous?
Not only did she see it-