Bang!
An infant in a stroller let out a thunderous fart, blasting a massive crater into the ground.
The tiny stroller was instantly reduced to splinters, and the baby was launched into the air by the force of the blast.
The mother calmly caught the baby, calmly cast a spell to fill the crater, and calmly continued her shopping. The pedestrians on the street acted as if they hadn't seen anything unusual.
Yue Shi was also unfazed.
Although he had been busy killing people since arriving in this world, he had taken some time to gather basic information about it.
The humans of this world were born powerful, starting at the demigod level!
As Yue Shi was reflecting on this, a strange suona melody suddenly reached his ears.
Yue Shi stopped and listened closely for a moment.
The sound drifted from far away, broken and intermittent as it was carried by the wind, but he could tell it was two completely different tunes layered on top of each other.
One was joyful, the other sorrowful.
The joyful tune was high-pitched and resonant, while the sorrowful one was low and lingering. The two melodies twisted together, and Yue Shi felt as if two saws of different frequencies were being pulled back and forth inside his ears.
The sound drew closer.
Things began to fall from the sky.
White joss paper drifted down from the front, while red paper flowers fluttered from behind.
The paper money and paper flowers met in mid-air, a mix of red and white, falling to the ground to form a thin layer.
A faint mist rose around them, and every pedestrian on the street vanished in an instant.
Yue Shi looked up and saw a procession emerging from the mist ahead. It was very long, its end invisible.
Leading the way were two people dressed in white hemp mourning clothes, holding soul-summoning banners that fluttered in the wind.
Following them was a black coffin carried by eight muscular men in black tunics. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, each footfall hitting the beat of the suona. Behind the coffin was a long line of people in white, their heads bowed so their faces couldn't be seen.
Behind Yue Shi, another procession emerged from the mist. Leading them were two people in red formal wear, holding lanterns high with the character for 'Double Happiness' on them.
Following them was a red bridal sedan chair, its curtains drawn so the interior was hidden. The sedan was carried by eight muscular men in red tunics, their steps steady.
Behind the sedan was a wedding party dressed in red, blowing suonas and beating gongs and drums in a festive atmosphere.
“A Red-White Clash?”
Yue Shi happened to be standing right in the middle of the two processions. The funeral procession approached from the front, while the wedding procession closed in from behind.
The musicians on both sides played their respective tunes simultaneously—joy and sorrow, high and low—clashing and intertwining in his ears.
Yue Shi found it irritating. He took a step forward, his figure vanishing and reappearing on another street in the distance.
But the Red-White Clash seemed to have locked onto him, moving along with him!
The two processions continued to approach him at a steady pace.
Yue Shi teleported again, this time much further, crossing several streets to land in the center of a crossroads surrounded by empty shops and closed shutters.
The dual suona music still rang in his ears. The funeral and the wedding were about to collide.
Yue Shi teleported once more, this time to a wasteland outside the city. There was nothing but withered yellow grass, and the wind carried the scent of dry soil.
The suona music still drifted in the wind. The funeral dirge and the wedding music were entangled, closing in from all directions.
The two processions drew closer and closer.
Amidst the cacophony of the suonas, Yue Shi faintly heard another sound.
Clink, clink, clink.
It sounded like metal chiseling stone, though the sound was mostly drowned out by the suonas and easily missed if one wasn't listening carefully.
The red and white processions sped up simultaneously. The funeral suona became more shrill, and the wedding gongs and drums grew more urgent.
The white paper money and red paper flowers swirled wildly in the wind, covering the entire wasteland in red and white scraps.
Yue Shi was annoyed. He knew this was targeted at him, likely the work of the Ximen family again.
“I’ll exterminate them all sooner or later!”
The wedding and the funeral finally met. The coffin and the bridal sedan came together, standing side by side.
The red and white processions merged seamlessly. The soul-summoning banners and red lanterns were held up together, and the dirge and wedding music played in unison.
Yue Shi was surrounded. The white-clad mourners and the red-clad wedding party circled him.
It was only then that he saw clearly—the people in the funeral procession weren't living humans but pottery figurines, looking exactly like funerary goods found in tombs.
The wedding party consisted of animated paper-dolls, their dotted eyes all staring fixedly at Yue Shi.
“Cheap tricks!”
Yue Shi attacked immediately, spatial slashes flying from his palms.
The bodies of the pottery figurines and paper-dolls were torn apart.
Pottery shards scattered everywhere, covering the ground in a thick layer.
The paper-dolls were shredded into a flurry of scraps that drifted down.
The coffin slammed onto the ground, its lid cracking in several places. A black liquid seeped from the gaps, emitting a foul stench.
The bridal sedan also fell to the ground, appearing light and hollow.
The annoying suona music finally stopped.
Clink, clink, clink.
The chiseling sound did not stop. Yue Shi frowned, trying to determine the direction of the noise.
Crack!
The coffin lid was suddenly pushed open from the inside with great force. A woman in a burial shroud leapt out like a reanimated corpse.
The skin on her face was unnaturally smooth, pale, and even reflective—she was a ceramic figurine!
On the other side, the curtain of the bridal sedan was pulled back. A bride in a bright red wedding dress stepped out gracefully, wearing a phoenix crown and ceremonial robe.
The true forms of the Red-White Clash had officially arrived!
“A pottery figurine and a paper bride. What exactly are you?” Yue Shi asked.
The Pottery Woman turned her neck stiffly and asked back, “Are you the one who killed the Third Young Master of the Ximen family?”
“What if I am?”
The Paper Bride lifted a corner of her veil, revealing a pale face and bright red lips. “Then you are coming with us.”
Yue Shi rolled his eyes at them. “The Ximen family? You dogs just won't leave me alone, will you?”
The Pottery Woman was enraged. She raised her hand and pointed at Yue Shi.
The shattered pottery pieces on the ground moved simultaneously, gathering from all directions to reassemble themselves.
The shards formed several fist-sized spheres. Dozens of pottery spheres hurtled toward Yue Shi, each carrying incredible power.
A mirror appeared out of thin air before Yue Shi, reflecting the image of the pottery spheres.
The moment the spheres hit the mirror’s surface, they were reflected back along their original path, flying toward the Pottery Woman.
The Pottery Woman dodged to the side. The pottery spheres smashed a row of deep craters into the ground behind her, shaking the earth with their immense power.
A stack of paper-dolls flew out from the Paper Bride's sleeve. As they hit the ground, they grew to human size—all of them were animated paper effigies.
“Come with us.”
“Come with us.”
“Come with us.”
Countless paper-dolls spoke at once, their voices overlapping as they launched an attack on Yue Shi.
Yue Shi pressed his index and middle fingers together, tracing an arc in the air.
A spatial rift tore open before him. The space on either side of the rift distorted, sucking in light and sound. The paper-dolls at the front were pulled into the void.
They were shredded by the spatial turbulence within the rift. The paper-dolls behind them barely managed to steady themselves by holding hands.
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