Chapter 32
Miss Shen is Actually A Bigshot in Witchcraft
âMy name is Song Han.â Song Han didnât like close contact with strangers, but for some reason, he didnât dodge. He even wanted to get closer to Tao Tian.
âYour name is really nice.â Tao Tian took the initiative to distance herself from him. Then, she took out a bracelet made of red string from her bag and placed it in Song Hanâs palm.
âBrother Song Han, I specifically asked for this from the temple as a thank-you gift. I hope you can be protected by it and stay safe.â
Song Han quickly put away the bracelet and smiled foolishly. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Iâll get going first.â Tao Tian waved at him. âI look forward to our next meeting.â
âOkay.â Song Han stood where he was and waited for Tao Tianâs back to disappear before sitting back in the car.
He didnât realize that he was very excited. Even his face was abnormally flushed.
After calming down a little, Song Han went to the bar. This time, he drank absent-mindedly, his mind filled with thoughts of Tao Tian. Before it was even ten oâclock, he ended the drinking session early.
At this moment, the school was already closed, and if he returned home, he would be beaten up by his father again, so Song Han simply ordered a designated driver and asked someone to send him to a small villa in the north of the city.
This villa was a coming-of-age gift from his mother. It was close to the school and quiet. The only downside was that it was too quiet. The shadows of the trees around him swayed, making the surroundings seem a little scary.
After the designated driver sent Song Han to the villa, he left. Song Han was already a little dizzy, but he wasnât in the mood to sleep at all. After he massaged his temples, he took out a bottle of water from the fridge.
After drinking the cold water, he felt much soberer.
He wanted to return to his room upstairs, but halfway there, he sat back on the sofa.
âWhy do I suddenly want to watch a ball game?â Song Han muttered as he collapsed on the sofa and turned on the television.
Originally, everything was normal, but just as it turned twelve oâclock, all the lights in the room were suddenly switched off. However, the television was still playing for some reason and had even changed channels on its own.
Song Han was shocked and touched his chest. Thinking that the circuit was broken, he was about to go to the basement and pull the electric switch when the lights suddenly lit up again. Then a cold wind blew, making Song Han shiver.
He wiped his arms and was about to go upstairs to sleep, but he heard the sound of gongs and drums outside. The scene on the television also became a wedding ceremony for the bride and groom.
When the two newly-weds slowly raised their heads, he saw that they were him and Tao Tian.
For a moment, Song Hanâs hair stood on end. He wanted to turn off the television, but no matter what, he couldnât. The sound of gongs and drums was getting closer and closer. When he mustered the courage to look out, he saw a bridal procession walking down the street.
The group was dressed in red and walked briskly. They looked very excited. The leader was a matchmaker in a red and green robe. She suddenly looked up and met Song Hanâs gaze. Her eyes were glazed over.
Immediately after, the corners of the matchmakerâs mouth slowly curled up into a creepy smile.
Song Han immediately looked away. He covered his violently beating chest and stood rooted to the ground while panting.
What was going on? It was the middle of the night. Was he having hallucinations after drinking too much?
He pinched himself hard. The pain in his arm told him that he wasnât dreaming. There was really a bridal escort team outside, and they were walking towards his house.
Song Han boldly took another look and realized that those peopleâs faces were pale and their feet were floating. They didnât look like normal humans at all.
This group of people was getting closer and closer to his house, as if they wanted to drag him out to get married.
Song Han was afraid, so he quickly took his phone to call Master Bei Chen, but there was no signal.
âDamn it! What the hell is going on?!â
Song Han put away his phone and rushed into the study. Then, he picked up a long knife from inside. This was his collective item and was said to be able to easily cut through iron. If that group of people dared to come in, they shouldnât blame him for being ruthless.
With the long knife in his hand, Song Han felt more confident. He walked out of the study and happened to see that the strange bridal escort team had already arrived at the villa.
The door was locked, but the matchmaker pushed it open easily.
âItâs time.â The matchmakerâs voice sounded in the villa. Her voice was very hoarse, like coarse sandpaper. âGroom, itâs time to attend the wedding.â