Cui Wenyan walked at the front.
Wu Yihao and the others felt a surge of boldness watching Cui Wenyan, a girl, bravely taking the lead. If a girl wasn't afraid, why should they be?
"A-are these ghosts? Why are there so many ghosts gathered around this villa area?" Wu Yihao asked quietly.
"Who cares if they're ghosts or not, we move forward. We have to rescue Zhao Qian!" Liang Bing pulled out an electric baton, clutching it firmly.
"Yes, we must bring Zhao Qian back." Zhou Kai gritted his teeth, swiftly following Cui Wenyan.
"No, they're not ghosts." Cui Wenyan suddenly said solemnly.
"Then what are they?" Wu Yihao and the others asked in unison.
At this moment, the bridal procession stopped in front of a house at the village entrance. There was a red "happiness" character pasted on the door, indicating it was the groom's house.
However, strangely, the house was tightly shut and no one appeared.
No one came out to greet the wedding guests.
