Became a salted fish pretend heiress and handed over the system
Chapter 351 - 340: Joy and Mourning

Chapter 351: Chapter 340: Joy and Mourning

Upon returning to the mansion, Xia Yue and Xia Yu each retreated to their rooms for repose.

"Are you okay?" Yan Mo asked with concern.

"I’m fine, I’m fine. Thankfully, we visited the place before our guests did. If they had experienced that scene, not only would we not receive any positive reviews, there would be a flurry of complaints," said Xia Yue.

"Indeed," Yan Mo nodded in agreement.

In the afternoon, Xia Yue spent her time training in the alternate space, leaving Xia Yu free to spend time with his grandparents.

In the evening, Miaomiao visited Xia Yue. Xia Yue urged her to replace some of the revolting scenes in the stories. Terror alone, she told Miaomiao, would suffice without the disgusting elements; the two were not synonymous.

Miaomiao accepted her advice as Xia Yue was her boss, and immediately revised the horrifying scenes in three stories.

The following afternoon, Xia Yue took Xia Yu and Yan Mo to participate in the Chinese-style wedding on the second floor.

Upon entering, they found a house adorned with the Chinese character for ’celebration’, and it was bustling with activity.

"Here comes the bride! Here comes the bride!"

"The wedding ceremony is starting!"

Xia Yue and Xia Yu followed the crowd into the house and toward the lobby, where they spotted the bride and groom holding a red ribbon.

Around them stood some individuals while the parents took their places on the high chairs, every face adorned with a rigid smile.

The face of the bride, veiled with a red cover, was indiscernible, the groom was pale and moved stiffly.

Guided by the sly remarks of the MC, they paid homage to the high hall.

Once the bride departed, the crowd around vanished in an instant, leaving just two paper people sitting on the high chairs.

"Shit!" Xia Yu exclaimed in shock.

"Time for the wedding ceremony," a female paper figure suddenly pronounced.

"Bride! Bride!" A male paper figure called out to Xia Yue.

The next second, paper figures dressed like those who had just left the hall appeared everywhere, before converging towards them.

"Let’s go!" Xia Yue shouted to Yan Mo and Xia Yu.

The trio immediately tried to run towards the exit, yet they couldn’t find the original exit. Instead, there was an arrow pointing in a different direction.

"This way, run quickly!" Yan Mo, looking at the arrow, suggested.

Paper figures were quickly gaining on them.

They discovered that the once magnificent mansion was in a state of disarray, filled with cobwebs yet also adorned with red silk and happiness plaques. There were white lanterns hanging around, and an eerie green light emanated from the candles.

"Ah!" Suddenly, two ghosts sprung out, scaring Xia Yue and Xia Yu into loud cries.

"Hee hee hee," the two ghosts cackled.

Following the signboard, they reached the bridal chamber.

The ghosts and paper figures disappeared as they approached the bridal chamber

Upon closing the door, they found that the inside of the bridal chamber was pristinely arranged, a stark contrast to the decrepit exterior.

"Let’s take a breather." Xia Yu, out of breath, was amazed at how Xia Yue seemed unfazed.

"Have you guys noticed that the lanterns outside and the candles in here are all white?" Xia Yu asked, sitting on the floor, albeit tentatively for fear the stools could be rigged.

"We noticed," Yan Mo nodded.

"This story is about a marriage in times of mourning. The script is themed around ghost marriage, narrating the tale of a girl who is obligated by her family to marry the deceased son of a rich family," Xia Yue explained.

"The signboard led us here. So, does that mean we need to find clues here to exit?" Xia Yu queried.

"That seems to be the case. The bride should be in this room, but we haven’t seen any sign of her," Yan Mo observed, looking around the room where, as per tradition, the bride would be on the bed waiting for the groom.

"Could she be in the funeral hall?" Xia Yu, swallowing hard, suggested.

Xia Yue and Yan Mo turned to look at him, nodding their heads in agreement.

"We’ll look for clues here and then head towards the funeral hall. That should be our exit," Yan Mo advised.