It felt like a horror pantomime.

The hall was filled with guests, but everyone was eerily silent.

Not only were there no sounds, but even their facial expressions and movements were stiff and lifeless.

Ling Shu felt like his neck was about to snap, afraid to make any sudden movements and just had to endure it.

Seven or eight tables surrounded an open space in front, where a two-tiered platform was built, not too high or low, just enough for everyone to see.

But Ling Shu thought that whether he could see or not didn't matter.

Except for him, a fake "living dead," no one else in the room probably had any thoughts.

He tried to find Yue Dingtang's position, but although there weren't many people present, the lighting was dim, and it was difficult to confirm where Old Yue was without being able to look around.

It's also possible that Yue Dingtang wasn't even here. Everyone sat up straight. This was supposed to be a wedding banquet, but there was no festive atmosphere at all. It felt more like a funeral.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, someone entered the room. It was the man who had led them out of the prison with a lantern.

This time, Ling Shu could see his face clearly. His eyes were mostly white, like lanterns hanging from a horse's face. When he stared at someone, it sent shivers down their spine.

Ling Shu thought it would have been better if he hadn't seen his face at all. Although he was born with that appearance, it was rare to be so terrifying. It was as if he was born to live in darkness, never seeing the light of day, suffocating in damp and cramped corners, afraid to touch any sunlight or vitality.

The man was followed by two people, a young man and a middle-aged woman holding a photo. Ling Shu almost made a sound.

Wasn't that the Fifth Young Master Wu?

Isn't the woman in the photo Miss Feng who just passed away not long ago?

So this is really a ghost marriage?

Ghost marriages are often arranged by parents in the folk belief that their children who died young will be lonely in the underworld. They arrange a marriage for them with a deceased spouse. There are also cases where living people marry the dead, but that is usually only for poor families who cannot afford to support their children and sell them to wealthy families who have lost their own children.

But for young talents like the Fifth Young Master Wu, even if Miss Feng unfortunately passed away, the Wu family would not let him marry her memorial tablet, let alone let the woman who followed behind the Fifth Young Master Wu later become a "filling room" bride.

However, this scene is really happening in front of Ling Shu.

"The auspicious time has come, the new couple will bow to the hall!"

The man with a horse face spoke with a cold tone, even his shouting was filled with a sense of gloom.

Fifth Young Master Wu wore a red robe with red flowers, walking slowly and following each command with a corresponding action. The middle-aged woman also held a photo and performed the same movements.

Skipping the traditional worship of heaven and parents, they went straight into the ceremony of the couple's bowing.

Ling Shu had a feeling that this wedding banquet was not just for them to come and observe, but at the moment he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he could only watch quietly.

Suddenly, the horse-faced man waved his hand and a bride in a wheelchair was pushed out. She lowered her head, her life and death unknown, but her profile was extremely familiar.

Ling Shu stretched his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of her in the dim light, but suddenly realised her identity when the horse-faced man approached the woman with a candle.

Miss Feng?!

Ling Shu almost blurted out, but managed to hold back his voice.

Feng Zhenzhu had clearly hung herself to death, and they had even seen her body at the Feng family's house.

How could she appear here?

Could it be that someone had stolen her body and brought it over?

What did these people want with her body?

He soon found out the answer.

"Feng Zhenzhu was a loyal follower of our god, willing to dedicate her spirit and flesh to our god. Today, since you are also loyal, this will be your reward. From now on, you must remember this in your hearts, be loyal and steadfast. Did you all hear that?"

The man with the horse face spoke slowly, and Ling Shu stared at his mouth. It hadn't moved, but the voice had come from him.

He had heard of ventriloquists who could use their stomachs to modulate their breath and produce sounds, making outsiders think it was the work of ghosts and gods. Surely this person was a master of the legendary ventriloquism, and there were many such people in the Azure Dragon Villa.

They had used this method to create terror since they started receiving guests at the Yang family.

The people on the scene were all under control, so naturally no one would respond.

Ling Shu felt at ease seeing that no one stood up to answer, but then he couldn't sit still.

Because the person pushing the wheelchair had started to bend down and undo Feng Zhenzhu's clothes.

Then, from somewhere, he took out a sharp knife and cut a piece of flesh from the corpse's chest. The person had been dead for three days, so naturally there was no blood left.

Despite the hot weather, Ling Shu didn't know how they managed to preserve the body without any foul odor. However, the act of cannibalizing a corpse was truly horrifying and something he had never heard of before.

He was left stunned as he watched them cut chunks of flesh from Miss Feng's body and serve them on plates at each table.

Wait, are they going to eat the body raw?

There was only one body, so each plate only had a small amount of meat, about the size of a finger.

The people who had already been controlled by the mind-altering technique were oblivious to what was happening.

However, Ling Shu was still conscious and there was no way he could bring himself to eat human flesh.

But if he was the only one not eating, he would quickly be exposed. At some point, several "black-clothed men" stood at the corners of the venue, scanning everyone's every move.

Anyone who didn't fit in would be immediately singled out.

The small red bowl in front of Ling Shu quickly received a small piece of Miss Feng's meat.

A pungent smell lingered, and he had to work hard to resist the urge to cover his nose and retch.

The people next to him, however, turned a blind eye and remained motionless, as if their sense of smell had been blocked.

The middle-aged man's sinister voice rang out again.

"All of this meat has been blessed by our god. Eating it will bring you good fortune and longevity, with endless blessings. Once you eat this meat, you will truly be one of us, sharing both good and bad fortune. Alright, let's eat!"

After the other person finished speaking, he clapped his hands.

Those three claps seemed like some kind of command or signal, and everyone around Ling Shu lowered their heads and used chopsticks to pick up the meat in their bowls.

Ling Shu: ...

He was a beat slow, struggling to keep up with the rhythm.

But when the others put the meat in their mouths, he couldn't bring himself to do the same. Never mind that it was Miss Feng's meat, even though she was dead and only half an acquaintance.

The most important thing was that it was human flesh!

Harming one's own kind was something only animals did.

To dissect Feng Zhenzhu in front of him and then make him eat human flesh was something that a normal person wouldn't do.

But this was precisely the important standard for testing whether this person had been completely hypnotized.

Ling Shu was extremely conflicted. He couldn't possibly eat the meat, at most he could pretend to and hide it in his pocket.

After all, the lighting was so dim and there were other people around, the surveillance team might not even notice.

Trembling, he picked up the piece of flesh with his chopsticks.

He regretted coming to this cursed place, it was like a chaotic dance with demons in an unowned underworld.

Old Yue was nowhere to be found and Shen Renjie had fallen victim to the situation.

It was a series of unfortunate events and the danger was mounting.

Even if he wanted to leave now, he didn't know how to escape. Ling Shu didn't even know which way to go once he left this door.

If Old Yue was here, would he also be battling with such thoughts, or was he really planning to eat this piece of meat?

In the few seconds of his inner turmoil, a series of vomiting sounds suddenly erupted, piercing through the quiet meeting room.

Ling Shu really wanted to turn his head and look, but he saw that everyone around him hadn't moved, so he had to hold back.

He saw the middle-aged man's face change and he sternly ordered, "Take him down!"

There was a commotion behind him, with tables and chairs being overturned and a young girl screaming and running.

The chaos quickly spread to this side, and Ling Shu's back was pushed heavily, causing him to involuntarily lean forward.

His face almost hit the piece of meat!

He didn't have time to take in the smell of the meat, and quickly turned around in the chaos.

He saw a girl's figure running wildly in the crowd, stumbling over tables and chairs before quickly getting up and disappearing into the darkness.

In the darkness, everything was in chaos, and countless people were pushed down and injured, with cries of pain rising and falling.

Even those deeply hypnotized would wake up from their dreams in this situation.

"Ouch, who hit me!"

"Wow, that hurts!"

"Where am I? What's going on?"

Like a lump of dough thrown into a boiling pot of oil, everything suddenly became chaotic.

Without even looking, Ling Shu knew that the middle-aged man's face had turned black.

"Block the front and back doors, and take her down for me!"

If not now, when?

Ling Shu had already made his move.

He grabbed the tablecloth and flipped the whole table over!

With a crash, everything fell to the ground, and the people around the table were all knocked aside.

He leaped onto the table, grabbed the tablecloth, and pulled down all the candles on the chandelier.

The cloth caught fire, and Ling Shu quickly rolled it up and threw it at the approaching thugs. They were caught off guard and couldn't dodge in time.

Ling Shu had already jumped off the table and used it as a shield to charge into the crowd!

No one expected that among these hypnotized people, there was still a bomb like Ling Shu, who suddenly ignited the scene.

He rampaged and turned the previous partial chaos into a complete chaos.

The venue, now devoid of any light, plunged into complete darkness. Even the middle-aged man could only shout in vain in the darkness.

Even if someone followed his command to chase, they wouldn't know who to chase.

Yang Chunhe remembered that there were two doors here.

One was the front door they came in from, but there was also a back door.

Her heart raced as she thought of taking advantage of the chaos to feel her way towards the back door and escape from this place.

It wasn't that she deliberately wanted to expose herself just now.

It was just that when she saw that shocking and disgusting corpse, she couldn't hold back the feeling of nausea.

At the moment she raised her hand to cover her mouth, she found herself being stared at by the middle-aged man.

The other party had already realized that her mind was not under control!

Yang Chunhe didn't care about anything else, she turned around and ran. In the chaos, Yang Chunhe tripped and was almost caught.

After staying here for a few days, she knew how terrifying this place was and anticipated what methods the other party would use to deal with her. Her thoughts were in disarray and she couldn't react in time.

Fortunately, chaos broke out elsewhere, allowing her to crawl and roll towards the small door.

The small door was unlocked!

Yang Chun's heart was filled with joy, but then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Ah!

She almost screamed, but her mouth was quickly covered and her body was pushed forward.

As the door opened, the two of them disappeared behind it.