Mr. Hei had laid an Array, and Bei Mingyuan had set up a ward. With this double layer of protection, no human, god, or ghost should have been able to enter. Even if some powerful being was lurking in the shadows, they couldn't possibly break in without making a sound.
This proved that the intruder was Bai Qi's actual body, since only one of their own could come and go so easily.
And yet, she was certain that this person insisting on marrying her was not Bai Qi!
Who was he, then?!
Thinking of her current zombie-like state, the word 'puppet' suddenly popped into her head. And thinking back, the hand that had reached out of Bai Qi's stomach earlier was stiff and yellowed, like a prosthesis—a wooden arm.
