A Witch at the Bridal Sedan: There's a Ghost About

A winding path ran through the woods. The joyful sound of suona horns drifted over, and an eight-man sedan chair adorned with red flowers came swaying down the path. The bridal escort, maids, and attendants followed alongside, dressed in red and flowers, each beaming with delight. Happiness was like invisible, colorful bubbles, filling the entire path and making hearts feel like open bags stuffed full of them. A string of golden bells hung from the sedan chair, swaying in the wind with a bright jingle. Suddenly, the cord snapped. With a bang, the bells fell to the ground, right beside a pool of blood. The blood had come from the sedan chair. Its curtains were drawn shut, but from beneath one corner, blood trickled in a thin stream, flowing a long way down the path. (Han Bingye QQ Group: 96961068)