One is Wang Quan himself, and the other is the woman beside him.

In front of him is an altar with three sticks of fine incense burning.

There are also two scarlet ink tablets placed on the table.

A tablet is empty.

On another tablet, there is Wang Quan’s name!

Wang Quan suddenly turned his head and stared at the man standing side by side.

The waist-length green silk is tied up on the top of her head by a phoenix crown with emerald hollow gold strands. A necklace and a Tiangong lock protect her narrow neck. The red satin robe embroidered with gold patterns is covered with a gold fringed waistcoat, and the thin and bright wrists are exposed.

She was wearing silver, red trousers and a red skirt, and a pair of bright red embroidered shoes.

When the man looked at her, on her bloodless white porcelain cheeks, behind the red silk scarf covering her eyes, he could vaguely see his shadow reflected in the bloody pupils of her dark eyes without any whites.

Wang Quan's eyes stopped on her lips, which were as red as blood.

The woman suddenly raised her hand and pinched Wang Quan's chin, her thin red lips slowly approaching.

"The bond between life and death is broad, tell me about it with Zicheng."

A gentle voice whispered in my ears.

Wang Quan vaguely felt that this voice sounded familiar, but it didn't seem to be the same person as the voice that always appeared in the past.

But before he could react, or before he and the bride could actually kiss, the door to the courtyard was suddenly kicked open.

"Boss! Are you okay?! Lao Fang and I are here to save you! Big... ah what?"

The two people who came in were stunned, as if they felt that they had come to the wrong place.

Wang Quan waved them away with a dark face, "The atmosphere has just reached its peak! What are you two doing here to cause trouble?"

Turning around, his expression returned to gentleness.

Raising his hand to hold the bride's cold hand and pinching his chin, Wang Quan said in a warm voice: "Come on, let's continue."
Chapter completed!