Chapter 106 Peach Blossom

The blind man said in a somber voice, "It wasn't until nightfall that the family's wedding procession set out. According to custom, a string of firecrackers must be lit before the procession departs. As soon as the firecrackers stop, the suona horns follow."

"But when that family's wedding procession came out, there wasn't a sound. Dozens of people were carrying knives and covering the sedan with black cloth, walking forward in utter silence. The sound of their boots crunching in the snow was enough to make your hair stand on end!"

Lin Zhao interjected, "A black sedan carrying a corpse? Are they marrying a dead person?"

"Shhh!" The fortune teller panicked. "Don't say it! Don't say it, or she'll come."

Even as the fortune teller waved his hand, I heard bells ringing outside. Suddenly, with a *pop*, the warning wind chimes all fell silent.

Evil energy breaking the bells—this was a sign of great misfortune!

Instinctively, I looked towards the window and sensed someone close to it.

The person was only standing outside the window, but I felt she could see everything inside the room clearly, especially the fortune teller, who seemed to be in her sights.

The fortune teller trembled. "It's over! She's really here. We're done for!"

Ye Yang swiftly slapped his backpack, and twelve bone swords shot out, circling and locking the fortune teller inside. Moments later, a layer of crimson light emanated from the bone swords, connecting them into a strange pattern.

In the days while I was recovering, Ye Yang had reforged those twelve bone swords, turning them into true magical artifacts and further advancing his witch-sword technique.

I had always suspected that Ye Yang had more than one master. Although he only cultivated swordsmanship and Feng Shui, his swordsmanship was not of a single style. I had already witnessed three: the sword of martial arts, the sword of the witch, and the demonic sword.

This time, Ye Yang had not only improved his swordplay but also his witchcraft.

As soon as Ye Yang locked the fortune teller in the formation, Lin Zhao released a dozen ink lines, forming a second barrier around him.

Only after the two men completed their formations did the fortune teller feel somewhat calmer.

I asked again, "What happened after that?"

"I... I dare not say!" the fortune teller said. "If I say it, she'll really come out."

I turned and pinned him to the ground with a knife. "If you don't speak, you'll die now!"

The fortune teller cried out, "Don't! I'll talk..."

"That day... the wedding procession that left that house never returned that day. It wasn't until midnight the next day that they came back. Not only were half the wedding party missing, but the sedan was dripping blood. A trail of blood led from the village entrance all the way to the front door of that house."

"After those people delivered the sedan, they didn't stop for a moment before carrying an empty sedan away again. This time, when they returned, there were only four people left."

"Those four were also seriously injured. They barely managed to carry the sedan into the house before collapsing and never coming out again."

"That night, the whole town heard the sound of someone nailing the door shut from inside that house."

"The next morning, a dozen or so of us brave people dared to go to the front door to see what was happening."

"Some said that the family had nailed the door shut from the inside, sealing it to prevent anyone from coming out."

"Others said that there was no young master in that family, that the young master must have died long ago. That night, the family was holding a ghost marriage."

"Still others said that a great immortal in the mountains had taken a fancy to the young master and wanted to take him away. The family had no choice but to marry the young master to a dead person first. Only in this way could they save his life."

"At that time, I don't know who it was that said two words in the crowd, and as a result, a scream came from the courtyard of that house, a sound that wasn't human at all!"

"When we looked at the front door, someone rushed out of it! That person tore the speaker apart on the spot and then began to kill. More than ten people were dead in the blink of an eye."

I interrupted, "Is that when you died?"

"No!" The fortune teller looked up. "I gritted my teeth and gouged out my own eyes at that time. Because I couldn't see anything, I escaped with my life. I never thought that after I ruined my eyes, I would become the longest-lived person in this town."

My voice deepened slightly. "What did that person shout?"

"This, I can't say it, if I say it, she'll come!" The fortune teller hesitated, and the knife in my hand pressed down. He quickly said, "We shouted—'Peach Blossom!'"

As soon as the words "Peach Blossom" left his mouth, a scream rang out from outside the door. The shrill scream was like a whistling arrow piercing the sky, rising through the wind and even more soul-stirring.

I only faltered for a moment when a figure in white, with disheveled hair and a veiled face, rushed in from outside, her hands held straight in front of her, rapidly advancing over the ink lines drawn by Lin Zhao.

Each of her steps landed on the ink lines, causing violent thunder and fire to explode beneath her feet, yet she seemed to be walking on fire, her speed undiminished.

As the figure approached, the three of us attacked simultaneously: two sabers, a sword, and a claw, all aimed at the vital points. However, the figure passed through the blades and sword light, grabbed the fortune teller's head with both hands, and tore him apart.