On her deathbed, Grandma pressed three obsidian sachets into Liu Yuqing's trembling hands. These embroidered pouches sealed with golden talismans foretold three mortal perils. As bridal veils cascaded down her shoulders, she tore open the first pouch. A blood-red "RUN" slashed through her vision like a dagger. The chilling realization struck - beneath the champagne pyramid meant for her reception lay a death trap. Clutching the bloodstained silk, the bride plunged into the stormy night, her wedding gown billowing like a war banner through shadowed alleys. With every step dancing on death's edge, she must unmask the demon who swapped her wedding ring for a death warrant before the next bell tolls.