After crossing the threshold, the bride laughed to herself.
The sound was utterly bone-chilling.
"Cross the great gate, enter the family home, and become one of us. From this day forward, may wealth never leave you, and may your home be filled with the joy of countless descendants!"
The wedding maid giggled and gave Drew Thorne a shove.
Though she was just a paper figure, the wedding maid was surprisingly strong.
The shove sent Drew Thorne staggering forward. After a few stumbling steps, he fell into an ice-cold embrace.
Through the light red veil, he saw a woman wearing deathly pale makeup.
Unlike the crudely made paper figures outside, this woman was not very tall and was even somewhat plump.
She was dressed in an elaborate and luxurious red gown. Her fingers were ice-cold, and while Drew Thorne stood stunned, their frigid tips caressed the back of his hand.
Drew Thorne snatched his hand back and impassively sized up the so-called bride before him.
