The Eighth Bride

My name is Chen Xiu, a girl from a mountain village. But the moment I put on this scarlet dress, seven bloody faces were reflected in the mirror. They screamed silently: "The eighth bride is you!" At a time of despair, a smooth-talking, money-grubbing "salesman" breaks into the dead end. Hidden under his weird joy was a shocking sensitivity, and he actually recognized the "ghost wedding dress" and "blood-bound feet" at a glance. This wild Taoist priest, who claimed to have been expelled from his sect, used crappy talismans and strange puppets to barely resist the evil beings seeking his life, but he almost got himself killed. On the verge of death, he humbly called that name Wearing a gray robe, his face was as cold as iron. He struck like a thunderbolt, suppressing the red-shoe evil spirit and sealing the source of resentment in the dry well in an understatement. He has insight into cause and effect and asserts that the wedding dress is a prison and the red shoes are the root of disaster, which need to be taken to the land of the sun to be refined and eliminated. The village has become a dead place, and the only way forward is to leave. Can this hatred that has been entangled for hundreds of years really be completely cut off? Are those silent red cloth shoes just dormant temporarily, waiting for the next... Eighth bride?