Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles Chapter 122 - 114: Little Junior Sister, You’re Discriminati

Ji’s performance was still ongoing.

He leaped into the air and began a bizarre dance. The steps were chaotic and disjointed—at tis he swayed like a reed in the wind, at others he stumbled as if about to fall, with no discernible pattern.

And yet, this frenzied dance successfully pacified the wedding procession of spirits across from them.

Lin Qingfeng watched this "harmonious" scene and nodded in satisfaction.

’Since the red side is taken care of, it’s ti for my white side to head ho with the wedding procession.’

Sure enough, the red wedding procession made a new move.

As if they truly saw the funeral procession as fellow travelers, they crowded around the jade coffin.

A ghost matchmaker, wearing a floral-patterned jacket with two exaggerated crimson circles painted on her cheeks, swayed to the front of the procession.

She forced a smile onto her face, flicking a red handkerchief in her hand as she sashayed her hips.

"The auspicious ti has co! Escort the bride back to the manor!"

And then, Su Ling’er could only watch helplessly as her Eldest Brother and the others actually lifted her coffin and fell in with the red wedding procession, heading off toward an unknown destination.

’Are you serious?!’

’Are you serious?!’

’You’re really going to "return to the manor" with this group of ghosts?!’

’What are you doing!’

’Just give a proper burial instead!’

’I don’t want to go wherever this ghost bride is going!’

As the coffin jolted forward, she felt her "neighbor" behind her seem to touch her back.

Terrified, she scrambled to press herself even tighter against the wall of the coffin.

’Is this my life as an undercover agent?!’

’I have to share a bed with a ghost bride? This undercover work is too damn hard!’

’And is it really okay to just follow them to their haunted mansion?!’

’I feel like this is a huge problem!’

’Shouldn’t we reconsider this?’

’What if... what if so peerless, mighty being is holed up in that mansion?’

’Are you sure you can beat that group of ghosts?’

’You don’t even know how strong they are, and you’re just bringing , a "sacrificial offering," right to them?’

’Do you guys even have a clue where you’re going?!’

As the funeral procession rged with the ghostly wedding party and continued toward the unknown, the coffin beneath her began to jolt again.

The skeleton of the ghost bride beside her began to creak and rattle, a sound that made one’s scalp tingle.

She could clearly hear the suona of the wedding procession outside start up again, playing its shrill lody.

anwhile, her martial brothers had resud their "coffin dance." Although they didn’t turn their skin black this ti, the way they bobbed the coffin up and down and swayed it from side to side was still so wild it was hard to comprehend.

On one side, there was the festive yet eerie sound of the suona.

On the other, the joyous and groovy music from her martial brothers and sisters.

The two sounds intertwined, making the whole scene even more bizarre and terrifying.

Su Ling’er truly couldn’t understand how she had gone from "faking an illness" to ending up in this situation.

From "faking an illness" to a "funeral," and from a "funeral" to a "clash between a wedding and a funeral."

And now, she had to share a coffin with this dead ghost bride and follow a pack of ghosts to their lair...

’How in the world did the plot develop to this point?!’

’All I wanted was to fake being sick, so why did it turn into this?!’

She continued to observe the outside world through the peephole, watching the ghostly wedding party that had now completely rged with their own funeral procession.

They kept moving forward when, suddenly, a pupil aligned perfectly with the peephole she was looking through!

!!!!

This sudden sight scared Su Ling’er so much that she jerked back with a THUD, her back once again bumping into the ghost bride’s body.

That contact seed to move the ghost bride’s arm.

A cold, withered, bony hand ca to rest on Su Ling’er’s cheek!

AHH—!

Su Ling’er almost scread out loud. She desperately clamped a hand over her mouth, forcing the cry back down her throat.

She looked at the peephole again. The pupil slowly pulled back, revealing the dead face of a corpse caked in thick white powder, wearing a red wedding garnt. It was pressed against the peephole, seemingly puzzled as to why there was the aura of a living person inside this coffin.

It seed to want a closer look, but Lin Qingfeng grabbed it, dragged it away, and unceremoniously kicked it to the side of the wedding procession.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a Holy Daughter’s funeral before?"

Her Eldest Brother also ca closer and peered into the coffin.

Su Ling’er quickly resud her extrely feeble act. Facing her Eldest Brother outside the peephole, she used all her strength to plead weakly:

"Eldest Brother... I... I think I can still be saved...

Why don’t we go back?

I think I can still be saved, Eldest Brother!

You... you just need to feed so kind of dicinal pill!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingfeng reached out and gently patted the cold coffin, producing a dull thud.

"Junior Sister, don’t worry."

His voice sounded full of concern and helplessness.

"I know you’re just saying that to comfort , so we won’t be too sad. Sigh..."

"That’s not it, Eldest Brother!"

"Then... then could you maybe throw this... this bride next to out?"

Lin Qingfeng, however, just kept shaking his head as if he’d heard sothing completely unreasonable.

"Alas, Junior Sister,"

Lin Qingfeng’s voice was filled with "heartbreak and sorrow,"

"I only did this so you’d have a companion on your journey. Don’t you understand my good intentions?"

"Are you going to despise her just because she died a tragic death in the streets?

I never thought you were this kind of person, Junior Sister!

How could you look down on her?

She just happens to be dead, not very good-looking, er... might attack the living at any mont, and is maybe just a little bit scary...

But those are all just superficial matters!

And you’d despise her for that?

Junior Sister, I am so disappointed in you!"

"Forget it. You’re about to pass on anyway. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you aren’t lonely on your way.

These trivial things are all I can do for you now."

Inside Su Ling’er’s mind, a million tiny versions of herself were screaming and ranting hysterically.

’You don’t need to do these trivial things for !’

’Can you please just stop?!’

’You’re scaring to death!’

’You’re such a terrifying Evil Cultivator!’

’Is this how you’re supposed to see soone off?!’

’Besides, I’m not dead! I’m really not dead!’

anwhile, her Eldest Brother was inwardly blooming with joy.

’Hahaha!’

’Even though I know Su Ling’er is just faking sick to be lazy, being able to use this chance to take a trip to the Yin Spirit Institute, do a mission, and tease my junior sister at the sa ti... this gaming experience is maxed out!’

’My mood has improved so much!’

’I have to give this ga a good review later! This is so much fun!’

On the surface, however, he remained perfectly serious, continuing his lecture of twisted logic at the coffin:

"Junior Sister, you must understand that whether human or ghost, all paths lead to the sa end. We all co from the sa source."

"You shouldn’t discriminate against them. You should accept them with an open heart, just as you would your own brothers and sisters..."

"Sigh, Junior Sister, don’t be so petty!"

Su Ling’er: "..."