12: The immersive plot of "Ghost Marriage"

"My Heart is Wounded: @Underworld Culture Media Co., Ltd., you think I'm afraid of you! Bring it on if you've got the guts. This master doesn't change his name or surname, my nickname is 'Li Dali'."

"One Sword Remnant Blood: Exactly! The Ghost Messengers can't even leave C Province right now. Come find me if you've got the guts!"

"Pineapple Beer Duck: It's probably a fake Underworld!"

"..."

For a time, numerous keyboard warriors popped up online, leaving messages in the company's comment section one after another, expressing their disdain for "Underworld Culture Media Co., Ltd."

These keyboard warriors thought they were hidden behind the internet and could post comments recklessly, but little did they know they had already caught the attention of a certain petty Shang.

"You Wu, is the movie I filmed really that bad?" Shang Wan Ning's forehead was covered in black lines, her face full of disbelief.

"Boss, it's just that those mortals don't know how to appreciate it. Look, these people are all praising Boss." You Wu picked up a tablet and handed it to Shang Wan Ning—on the screen was a string of flattery.

"Big Eater and Anorexia: The Empress's talent is like an Eastern Chaplin, surging and powerful, making people marvel incessantly."

"Xuan Wei of Qingyun Temple: The Empress's filming technique is like a stroke of genius, rendering even a mundane 'Ghost' romance as poetic and picturesque. It's simply beyond words."

"President of the Daoist Association: The Empress is like an ultimate artist, using talent and inspiration to create an extraordinary 'A Chinese Ghost Story'!"

"..."

Shang Wan Ning looked at the comments with an embarrassed face. What kind of sycophants were these?

Her curled toes expressed her desire to just dig a hole and escape. She gave a "cough," "Handle the comments as you see fit!" After saying that, Shang Wan Ning turned around with a blushing face and slipped away quickly.

The helpless You Wu could only wipe away non-existent cold sweat and @ the little death-seeking experts. Seeing that the effect wasn't great, he conjured a dozen ghost hands and pounded on the keyboard.

"Clack clack clack clack clack..."

The Underworld company's customer service staff mobilized one after another to reply to those ignorant keyboard warriors, warning them not to easily challenge the dignity of the Underworld.

But these people didn't take You Wu and the others' warnings to heart; instead, they continued to mock and provoke.

The next day at 2:45 AM—

Li He, the one who stuck his neck out the most, was chosen by the Underworld. He suddenly fell into a deep sleep and entered a "Ghost Wedding" script kill specially arranged by the Underworld.

When Li He opened his eyes, he found himself in a desolate ancient town. He pinched his thigh hard and felt a sharp pain.

"Hiss! Damn, that really hurts! Where the hell is this place?"

Fear filled Li He's heart as he quickly scrambled up from the ground and sprinted toward a place with light ahead.

At this moment, white mist permeated the surroundings, and a cold aura blew against his face. Li He even felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Suddenly, from the white mist that had already spread before his eyes, a skeletal hand abruptly reached out and tightly gripped Li He's throat.

The Skeletal Ghost's face drew close to Li He. Li He looked suddenly and saw maggots crawling out of the Skeletal Ghost's eye sockets, falling onto Li He's shoulder, then curling up and crawling on him.

"Ah! Daddy Underworld, there's a ghost!" Li He screamed in terror, closed his eyes, and fainted.

When Li He opened his eyes again, he found that he had actually possessed a young girl in her early teens.

She was wearing a red wedding dress with a red veil over her head. At this moment, she was being forcibly held down by a matchmaker to perform a wedding ceremony with a groom who had already rotted.

Through the red veil, Li He cautiously looked around. The guests watching the ceremony in the hall were all paper people with pale, bloodless faces.

They stared wide-eyed, like Painted Skins, directly at the bride, making one's skin crawl.

Li He was so scared he wanted to fight back with all his might, but he found that no matter how he struggled, his hands and feet couldn't move an inch, as if he were invisibly bound.

"The ceremony is complete, send them to the bridal chamber!" As the master of ceremonies' last words rang out, Li He's heart sank abruptly, and fear surged into his heart like a tide.

After the ceremony, the groom had completely rotted away, revealing white bones, and was placed back into a coffin by several paper people.

The bride, meanwhile, was held down by several paper people. The matchmaker picked up a handful of dried longans, lotus seeds, peanuts... and kept stuffing them into Li He's mouth. Once it was full, she said, "May you soon give birth to a precious son."

Then she took out a needle, thread, and scissors, and stitch by stitch, she sewed up Li He's stuffed mouth.

Li He watched helplessly as that thin silver needle moved back and forth through the flesh of his red lips.

Each time it left an identical needle hole. The heart-piercing pain was almost unbearable!

"Wooo... Empress, I was wrong. I'll never speak recklessly again." Li He was filled with regret.

The matchmaker finally finished her work and directed the paper people to carry the bride played by Li He to the double coffin, placing her side-by-side with the groom.

Li He saw that his body was still alive but was being gradually sealed inside the coffin. He struggled desperately, and the coffin shook slightly with his struggle, making faint noises from time to time, but it was useless!

From outside came the "ding ding ding" sound of paper people using iron hammers to drive in coffin nails.

Li He felt the sharp pain of the coffin nails being driven into his hands and feet. Blood soaked out from his snow-white hands and feet, appearing like blooming safflowers on the red wedding dress.

Fifteen minutes later, the paper person's eerie voice rang out again: "Lift the sedan."

Immediately after, the sound of gongs and drums rang out again, playing festive music. The paper people lifted the coffin and walked in an orderly fashion toward the mass grave.

Li He's heart beat faster and faster, a chill rising from his spine. "Ghost Wedding, buried alive!" Scenes from old movies. "Underworld! Lord Buddha... save me! I'll never speak recklessly again."

The coffin was filled with a stale, rotten smell.

As the coffin swayed, Li He's fingertips touched dried maggots and the skeletal groom beside him. "Ah!" A sharp scream.

Li He scrambled and jumped up from his bed, until with several "thuds," he forcefully swept everything on the bedside table to the floor. Only after Li He had vented the fear in his heart did he slowly calm down, gasping for air.

"That was just a dream, everything is fake, Li Dali isn't afraid at all..." Li He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, constantly trying to convince himself with mental suggestions.

"Beep beep beep," the sound of a text message came from the phone by his pillow. Li He nervously picked up the phone and saw: "4:30 AM." After unlocking it with his fingerprint, he opened the message inbox.

"Underworld Culture Media Co., Ltd.: Congratulations to the owner of the phone ending in 0901 for winning the Underworld Gift Pack—'Ghost Wedding' Immersive Script Kill!"

"The owner can receive the next Script Kill Gift Pack by filling out an experience evaluation!"

Li He looked at the message, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.