"Han Fei! Are you done looking?" Little Jia kept his gaze fixed on the Wedding Dress Puppet, not looking away. Observing a supernatural puppet from such a close distance was actually an extremely terrifying thing. He felt as though he had the puppet's every detail seared into his memory, impossible to chase away: "For a long time to come, I reckon I'll dream about this face, and the kicker is she's someone else's wife."
"Get ready to go downstairs."
Han Fei had memorized all the steps of the Marrying Ghosts ceremony and had covered the bridal portrait with a black cloth again before taking the yellow paper and leaving.
"Let's check the fourth floor later."
Just as Little Jia breathed a sigh of relief seeing Han Fei leave the bedroom, he then heard Han Fei's death-defying decision: "Are you sure? Don't joke around with your life! Before, you didn't seem like someone with a death wish. Why are you acting so impulsive after getting inside this building?"
