Chapter 46 Bai Li, right there!
[Is this the ghost bride? ]

[Why do I feel like she can see me?! ]

[The glance she gave just now clearly showed that she knew we were staring at her! ]

[The weird live broadcast room is just an SS-level prop. It is normal for the ghost bride to see through it! 】

[My heart is so sad! Is she strong enough to bypass the dungeon and directly affect reality?!]

[SSS-level weirdness, so scary! ]

In the strange live broadcast room, the attackers who were watching looked at the blood-red figure in the camera. The icy coldness that penetrated into their bones made their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

On the screen, in an ancient courtyard shrouded in the night, a solitary figure stood quietly, like a forgotten sculpture, swallowed up by the shadows spreading all around.

The wedding dress, which should have been pure white, was now soaked in a strange red color, as if it was dyed red by the blood and tears of countless wronged souls, exuding a suffocating breath of death.

Her posture was dignified, with her hands crossed in front of her, as if she was maintaining a silent prayer in an ancient ritual.

However, the long tassels on the blood-red wedding dress dragged on the ground, swaying silently on the ground, like living tentacles, exploring the void around them, flowing with endless sadness and despair.

The tasseled edges of the wedding dress, with their dark purple gold edges, glowed dimly in the faint moonlight.

The Mangque Dizang embroidery on the tassels looks particularly ferocious in the night, as if mocking the ignorance and stupidity of the world.

Her three thousand strands of black hair fell silently like a ghost in the night, swaying gently in the wind, carrying a coldness that did not belong to the human world.

The dark purple crown that appeared at some point in time looked majestic in appearance, yet it also revealed an indescribable evil aura, further highlighting her otherworldly beauty.

The most horrifying thing is the strange eyeballs on the corners of the crown.

They are not static decorations, but seem to have a will of their own, turning slightly and seeming to scrutinize everyone who dares to peer at them.

There is no emotion or warmth in these eyes, only a bottomless emptiness and indifference. Once people look into their eyes, they will feel a chill from the depths of their souls.

The blood-stained gold hairpin in her hair matched the bloodstains on her wedding dress, as if it had just been taken out of the body of some unfortunate person.

The tip of the gold hairpin is as sharp as a knife, reflecting a cold bloody light.

Rather than a decoration, it is more like a weapon, ready to pierce the heart of its next prey at any time.

The uppers of the embroidered wedding shoes are embroidered with complex patterns.

Those patterns looked particularly hideous under the blood moon, like symbols of some kind of curse.

The dark red bloodstains on the bottom of the wedding shoes bear witness to every place the ghost bride has walked through, and every soul cursed by her!
The strangest thing is the red veil on her head.

The red veil that seemed to have been fished out of blood completely covered her face, leaving only a deep darkness.

As the night wind blew gently, it seemed as if something was breathing underneath, and as if countless tiny creatures were wriggling in it.

Whenever anyone dares to peek into that darkness, they will be swallowed by an unspeakable fear.

She walked slowly under the blood moon, her steps graceful and slow, as if she was attending an eternal wedding.

But, she is no longer a bride about to enter the marriage hall, but a ghost bride returning from hell!

Around her, everything became twisted and weird.

The branches of the trees were like arms of pain, reaching out to the night sky, begging for relief.

The shadows of the stones and buildings became distorted, as if something was struggling underneath.

Even the air became sticky, with a sickening sweet smell.

This scene is like a living picture of hell.

Grace and weirdness, beauty and horror, joy and death. All intertwined together, forming the most terrifying picture in the world! "Is this the ghost bride?!"

In the corner, Lu Wudi looked at the bloody figure who raised his hands to absorb the blood aura around him, his eyes filled with uncontrollable horror.

This existence, which only existed in nightmares and legends, was actually summoned by himself!

She just stood there quietly, waiting and watching, using her strange eyes to penetrate the boundaries of time and space, staring at everyone who dared to approach.

Even though Lu Wudi thought he was a veteran of many battles, his body couldn't stop shaking when facing this silent and weird existence.

After mustering up his courage, he finally grasped the copy slice tightly in his hand and walked up with his steps smooth.

Looking at the face covered by the red veil in front of him, even though Lu Wudi was curious about what was happening underneath, he didn't dare to ask even a single word.

He knew very well that for those who dared to peek at the ghost bride's face, only endless curses and despair awaited them.

Because hidden under the red veil of the ghost bride is not just a face, but a world, a world full of pain and horror!

Once the darkness is revealed, one will never be able to return to the light, and his soul will be imprisoned forever in that bloody night, becoming the next victim!

This is my only support now!
The only one who can kill Lin Ling!

"Is this the master's breath?!"

The nightmare dancer who was walking nearby suddenly stopped.

"what?!"

Hearing this, Lin Ling's heart skipped a beat.

"But, didn't they say that Bai Li went to a deeper dungeon?"

"I don't know either, but I can confirm that this is the master's breath, there is no doubt about it."

In response to this, a look of doubt flashed across the nightmare dancer's face.

I clearly saw with my own eyes that my master entered the world beyond the rift!

In addition, the Nightmare Dancer can be basically confirmed that this is definitely not the ghost bride returning from the deep dungeon.

If it was the master herself who returned, with her dislike for noise, she would have killed all these humans long ago. How could she allow them to make such a big fuss in the copy!

That.
Where does this breath of air come from? !
Could it be that someone is impersonating her? !

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Looking up at the blood moon that suddenly appeared in the sky, a thought suddenly flashed through Lin Ling's mind.

Is it
Is that the case?!

"Behind this door?"

Without any hesitation, Lin Ling reached out and pushed open the dark door in front of him.

The strong smell of blood instantly penetrated his nostrils.

Even the weird nightmare dancer and bloody butcher following behind couldn't help but frown.

But Lin Ling did not react at all.

He just stared at the bright red color not far away.

His intuition told him.
Bai Li, right there!
(End of this chapter)