"Er Liang!"
Jiang Shouzhong rushed towards the direction where Jiang Erliang was.
The girl lifted her head from the bride's embrace, her once lively eyes now turned vacant, as lifeless as stagnant water, mechanically staring at Jiang Shouzhong.
At this moment, the bright red veil on the bride's head suddenly floated up.
At first, it only swayed gently, then it was quickly pulled away by an invisible force.
It flew straight toward Jiang Shouzhong.
The red veil grew larger and larger, the folds in the fabric heaving like waves of blood, surging and tossing with a menacing aura.
As if, in the next moment, it would transform into a bloody maw to devour Jiang Shouzhong whole.
Jiang Shouzhong drew the long sword from his waist and swung his arm.
With a crisp tear, the red cloth split in two, fluttering weakly in the air before drifting to the ground.
However, both the bride and Er Liang were nowhere to be seen.
"Er Liang!"
