The "Soul Exchange Ceremony," which should have been orchestrated by the ghost bride, had now seemingly become a trap she had walked right into!
By the time the ghost bride sensed something was wrong and tried to retreat, it was already too late!
A spectral image of the Soul Hook on the coffin lid shot out, seemingly phasing through the coffin's walls. It wrapped around her and brutally dragged her inside!
"THUD!"
Su Ling'er's pupils contracted as she watched.
'No way!!!'
'Could it be…'
On the coffin lid, the pattern of Black and White Impermanence returned to its place, and the countless inscriptions and the Senluo Ghost Mask faded from view.
As for Su Ling'er, she just felt the space beside her suddenly sink, accompanied by a muffled thud.
Outside, among the funeral procession, the disciples of the Guixi Sect broke into joyous smiles.
"We've captured one Ghost Bride Palu! Congratulations are in order!"
