In an instant, all the lights in the house were extinguished. The street lamps outside the door flickered a few times before they were extinguished. The surroundings seemed to be wrapped in a thick black fog. The only source of light was the big red lantern in the sedan chair’s hand, which was the same red color as the sedan chair.

Seeing that Song Han didn’t move, the matchmaker repeated her words.

“Groom, let’s go to the wedding hall.”

The bearers echoed her words and shouted in a monotone, “Groom! Hurry up and pay your respects! Let’s enter the bridal chamber!”

They didn’t seem like normal humans at all. In an instant, Song Han felt his scalp tingle.

He took a few steps back and waved the long knife in his hand. “Damn it! Get lost!”

“Groom, you have to behave yourself.” A black fog came out of the matchmaker’s mouth.

Soon, Song Han realized that he couldn’t move. He watched helplessly as the matchmaker walked over. Her hollow eyes made Song Han’s hair stand on end.

“Change the groom’s clothes!”

The matchmaker raised the corners of her mouth and her arms swayed stiffly like a marionette. Then, she took out a bright red shirt from somewhere and forcefully put it on Song Han.

The clothes smelled bloody, like they had been buried for a long time and had just been dug out of the ground.

Song Han turned his head away in resistance, but the matchmaker pinched his chin again. The matchmaker’s fingers were cold, like rotten meat that had been frozen in the freezer for a long time. It didn’t feel like the temperature of a living person at all.

“You.” Song Han’s teeth were chattering. “Who are you people?”

The matchmaker didn’t reply. She only chuckled a few times. Song Han frowned, but then he fainted the next moment.

—-

At five in the morning, Uncle Shang hurriedly knocked on Fu Shi’s door.

A few minutes later, Fu Shi pushed open the door. His voice was hoarse and he looked displeased.

Uncle Shang quickly said, “Young Master, there’s news from the Song family that Young Master Song Han is missing!”

Fu Shi pinched the space between his eyebrows as he said in an annoyed tone, “Isn’t he in the Song family’s home? How did he suddenly disappear?”

“Someone from the Song family said that after the head of the Song family punished Young Master Song Han severely, Song Han snuck out to drink. After that, he called Song Han many times, but no one answered. They went to the small villa to look for him, but they realized that the door of the villa had been rammed open and Young Master Song Han had disappeared. He had probably been kidnapped.”

“This idiot only knows how to cause trouble!” Fu Shi’s expression was dark. “Did they leave any clues at the scene?”

Uncle Shang shook his head. Just as he was about to say no, he remembered the red lantern that the Song family’s bodyguards had mentioned to him.

“It’s nothing much. It’s just that two red lanterns were hung at the entrance of Young Master Song Han’s small villa. They looked quite scary.”

Fu Shi suddenly remembered what Shen Chun had told him yesterday and immediately instructed, “Bring some people and search for Song Han with the Song family. I’ll go look for Shen Chun.”

“There’s no need to look.” Shen Chun walked out of the stairwell. She was dressed and carrying a large backpack. “I already know about Song Han’s disappearance. You guys won’t be able to find him.” Then, she dropped a bombshell. “Because the person who kidnapped him isn’t human.”

Uncle Shang shivered in fear. “Madam, you can’t joke about this.”

“I’m not joking.” Shen Chun calculated with her fingers. “Song Han is in the west of the city now. If you believe me, go over there and look for him. If you don’t believe me, forget it.”

Uncle Shang looked troubled. He looked at Fu Shi, who immediately said, “Inform the Song family to look for them in the west of the city. Arrange for another car. Shen Chun and I will go to the west of the city together.”

Seeing that Fu Shi didn’t seem to be joking, the butler could only follow his instructions and inform the Song family.

After the car was ready, Fu Shi put on his clothes and rushed to the west of the city with a group of bodyguards.

On the way, Fu Shi couldn’t help but ask, “Is the person who captured Song Han a ghost?”

“It doesn’t seem like it. No matter what it is, the other party’s cultivation level isn’t low.” Shen Chun teased with a smile, “It seems that your cousin has good luck with women.”

Fu Shi sneered. “He’s just an idiot. But are you sure you can deal with that thing?”

“Of course.” Shen Chun raised her chin. Even someone with thousands of years of cultivation wasn’t qualified to go against her.