Chapter 671: 671 Cursed Wedding

Everyone had their own past and secret. If a person were lucky enough, he would find someone who was willing to share everything with him. Be it joy or happiness, the couple could talk for a long time over the smallest thing.

Han Fei, who had lost his memory, saw the past that person tried her best to hide. There were no more secrets between them. They were like two white papers meeting to create the canvas for them to paint the beauty in their dreams.

"Is she Xu Qin? I feel like I've seen the side of her that she doesn't want anyone to see." The shadows in the ancestral home disappeared fully. The yin energy thickened. This was not a place for the living. With the scary memories still in his mind, Han Fei hugged the blood-red doll and moved forward.

It was strange. Even though he couldn't remember anything, when Han Fei saw the scary woman, he didn't feel fear. He had an intense sadness, but other than that, there were no other emotions. The empty wedding invitations were scattered on the ground, and old red banners were strung on the wall. A plate of wedding candy was placed on the table. The third floor was made into a bridal suite. The owner had been waiting for her groom. Her wishes had failed many times, but fate seemed to be changing.

"I wonder if she'll be able to see the real me since I've lost my memory." Han Fei removed his shirt. He drew the symbols he saw on the chef on his body. The wind was chilly, but Han Fei was very calm. This haunted house appeared to be safer than his adopted parent's home. After he was done painting his upper body, Han Fei removed his pants and shoes. He was about to continue drawing when footsteps came from the staircase.

"Han Fei! We're done setting up the white candles. Should we light them now?" Xiao Jia ran up the stairs. He saw Han Fei sitting on the bridal bed, completely naked.

"This is part of the ritual."

"Understood." Xiao Jia retreated. He didn't want to stay here anymore. "Do you need anything else?"

"Light all the candles, and then you can leave this building."

"Okay." Xiao Jia nodded. In the past, he admired Han Fei's courage but now he looked at Han Fei with respect. From the third floor, Xiao Jia used the lighter to light the white candles one by one. The flame danced, and they created a flickering road in the dark. The road connected the two worlds.

Han Fei turned his attention away from Xiao Jia and back to his drawing. Han Fei didn't know the meaning of the symbols. He was merely copying them from his memory. He had no idea if the ritual was going to be successful or not.

"I can start now." Han Fei looked out the window and realized the white candles had been lit all the way to the junction. The weak light was very obvious in the dark. To prevent other things from being attracted, Han Fei stopped hesitating. He placed everything he needed and sat on the bed beside the blood-red doll.

"The haunted house, puppets, red threads, curses, everything is ready. The only thing worrying me is that I don't know anything other than her name and the past she has been trying to hide." The chef and his wife had been in love for many years. Their love crossed the line between life and death. Their memory joined together. In comparison, Han Fei didn't look that confident. "But if it's her, she should come."

The road to guide the spirit had been built. The key step was imminent. Han Fei used Company to cut his palm and allowed his blood to soak the red threads. Han Fei slowly raised his arm. His eyes were covered in blood. He whispered two words, "Spirit-farer!"

The yin energy in the building halted before they gathered towards Han Fei. Blood capillaries popped in Han Fei's eyes and shattered his voice. An invisible door appeared before him, bringing with it an indescribable pressure. The black cloth started to crumble again. Han Fei kept repeating Xu Qin's name!

He had lost all memories about her, but he had just seen the despair hidden deepest in her heart. He saw her at her most despaired and real.

"Xu Qin!" The image of the woman holding the table knife with a bloody dress appeared in the empty mind. She appeared to be standing in the living room, staring at Han Fei bound by some kind of rule. The blood lines collapsed. They gushed at Han Fei like waves. He could smell the blood in the air, but he couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, the windows exploded. The white candles at the junction outside extinguished! The candles started to go out one after another. There was something walking in the dark, snuffing out the candlelight as she went. All the light was consumed. The road formed by the white candles disappeared. Then the entrance of the ancestral home opened. The sound of the door opening and footsteps came. The candles in the stairwell went out. Someone was moving up!

The sacrificial table on the second floor was toppled over. The plates and bowls fell to the ground. The smell of meat thickened. When the yin energy was at its peak, a giant pale hand grabbed the banister of the third-floor staircase. A red veil appeared. The three-meter tall bride in a wedding dress walked towards Han Fei. The large figure touched the ceiling. Her limbs were bound with silvery soul bells. With each of her movements, they would make this unsettling sound.

Stepping on the dusty invitations, the bride stopped before Han Fei. She leaned down and moved her veiled face towards Han Fei. They were very close. The bride fulfilled the entire requirement. The paper doll didn't resist. Han Fei only needed to lift the bride's veil to complete the ritual. Looking at the tall bride, Han Fei lifted his hand which was bound by red threads. But as he was about to touch the veil, he stopped. "You're not her."

Even without memory, Han Fei said confidently. He had no idea what Xu Qin had turned into after death, but he had a feeling the bride before him was not Xu Qin. The giant ghost paused. Her veiled head slowly leaned backward. However, her giant arm suddenly raised, and it swiped at Han Fei's heart!

Han Fei raised the blade to block. The blade came into contact with the bride's palm. The giant ghost's nails scratched out gashes on Han Fei's chest. Worms with soul poison crawled into Han Fei's bloodstream. However, the worms were poisoned and fell out of Han Fei's body.

Han Fei's blood dripped on the floor, landing on the spot where that woman once stood. The sound of meat-chopping came again. The fragrance of meat unfurled. The yin energy in the building dissipated. All the wedding decorations started to bleed. Black curses crawled out of the victims' pictures. They echoed with the despair inside the house. The giant bride took a step back. She sensed an extremely evil presence.

The pictures in the handbag were torn apart. The curses were joined with the despair inside the ancestral home. Their spirits were branded in despair. When the giant bride waved her claws again, five slender fingers reached out of the dark curses!

She held the giant bride's hand. The cruel curses crawled all over the bride's body. Instantly, the curses tormented her until the bride's soul was crushed.

"I can't be his bride, but it doesn't mean you can." The woman, made from despair and curses, slowly turned around. She was covered in wounds. The formerly beautiful face was cracked as she could shatter at any moment.

"Xu Qin?" Han Fei looked at the cursed woman. She had completely joined with the curses. She didn't even have a soul left.

"Are you the person from my memory? But it shouldn't be like this." Han Fei pressed his head. His brain was pierced by some kind of unknown emotion.

"My body was torn, my bones crushed, my soul stabbed by 13 table knives, I've died 99 times..." The woman turned around. Endless hatred slammed into the wall. Her face was still pretty despite the cracks. She leaned in towards Han Fei. Her curse-filled eyes glowed with unique light. "But I don't mind it. For you, I'm willing to die one more time."