Xi Temple collapsed, and the screams of Flesh Ghost God echoed through the night of Zhemeng Town, stimulating the crazed Gao Ming with fragments of memories, plunging into a layer plastered with wedding cards, where the red threads and remnants of the Jile Sea Scroll Painting fused with him and Flesh Ghost God.
"Gao Ming! Wake up!"
Regardless of the desperate shouting from Fu Shu behind him, Gao Ming couldn't open his eyes. The red threads had pierced his eyelids, sewn his eyes shut, blocked his ears and nose, sinking his will into a series of nightmares.
"Bridegroom! Wake up! What time do you think it is, you're still asleep?"
A strange voice entered his ears, and Gao Ming opened his eyes to find himself lying in bed, with a middle-aged man dressed as a butler frantically pacing.
"Who are you?"
The carved wooden door swung open, and two sweet-looking maids entered with festive clothes, expertly dressing Gao Ming.
