The sound of drums and gongs reverberated through the air, vivid decorations adorning the area.
Red lanterns, curtains, candles, window decorations, and paper cuts filled the front courtyard of the manor, as if a wedding was about to take place.
The only anomaly was that the red wasn't a joyous bright hue but a dark red resembling blood, with an indistinct sense of ominous darkness lingering around.
Another noteworthy point was that although the three of them barged in on horseback, there wasn't a single human shape around in the front courtyard, not even a ghostly one.
The man surnamed Zhang, with a sharp gaze, protected his horse with Sword Qi and charged straight to the back courtyard.
"Where do these ignorant Fierce Ghosts come from, daring to act recklessly in the mortal world. Open for me!"
Sword Qi wreaked havoc, tearing a big opening in the Yin Qi enveloping the entire manor.
"The Ghost King's wedding, the living come to celebrate!"
