“Ghost bride? Who on earth is trying to kill me?”0

A steely glint entered Ye Qing’s eyes as he racked his brain for an answer.0

Was it the Intelligence Department?0

Or maybe Chu Wangsun?0

He quickly discarded the possibility though. Looking back, his would-be assassin had probably afflicted him with the Ghost Marriage while he was staying at the Hill of Services. That was a good enough reason to eliminate the Intelligence Department and Chu Wangsun from the equation, not to mention that they didn’t even know if he was still alive. No, it had to be someone from the Hill of Services.0

Could it be Ancestor Greenwood? He had accidentally screwed over the old man back at the Hill of Services. Maybe the old man was petty little fuck who couldn’t let trivialities slide.0

He shook his head almost immediately after the thought crossed his mind, however. He had dreamed of the ghost bride even before he attended the Treasure Appreciation Auction. There was no way Ancestor Greenwood could predict...0