Gu Bailu ran forward through the crowd, wondering where the strange lightning had come from and if Feng Qingtian was fine.
Was it someone's doing? Or was it a natural phenomenon?
On her way, there were screams as some people ran and some trembled on the ground, unable to move at all.
The reception was a mess. Nobody had time for food anymore. The tables and chairs were all knocked aside, and Ah Luo's favorite pork rolled over the ground.
Gu Bailu was going to run through the crowd to check the hall, but more people were running out, pale with disbelief.
Some children were wailing in their parents' arms.
Gu Bailu tried to squeeze through the crowd, but was only pushed further back.
She quickly looked at the children. In their heads, she saw a multi-colored lightning bolt hit the bride dead on, and the hall was horribly dark, as if it were hell.