Yin husband haunts wife in dream

Chapter 5 I Married a Ghost

I looked at the box in my hand in surprise, and Uncle Han said, is the young master of the Han family packed in this box?

"Han... Uncle Han, don't be kidding, how could he be in this box?"

If the young master of the Han family is really in this box, it means that this box is an urn.

Uncle Han's eyes are not usually sharp, and he can see through my thoughts in a second.

"Young mistress, this is indeed our young master's urn. The day we met you was the day our young master passed away. We waited there according to the instructions of an expert, and finally, young mistress, you appeared. So, at that time, I Said, you are our young master's destined bride."

Damn, do you want to be so explosive?

Marry an urn?

It's just ridiculous.

What age is this, why is there such an unreliable thing happening?

No wonder I felt something was wrong from the moment I entered Han's house, even that room was full of weirdness.It turned out that this was the reason.

So, you need me to marry a dead man before I can save my dad?
Is there a choice?

The Han family seems to be a very remarkable family.Moreover, Aunt Han said before that Uncle Han will save my dad only if I obediently become the young mistress of the Han family.According to Aunt Han, Uncle Han probably didn't come back so soon.But now Uncle Han has appeared. Does that mean that my father's matter has come to an end?

I looked at the urn, and at first I just thought it was oozing, but now, I feel that this urn is like a hot potato.

I can't let it go, and holding it makes me feel uncomfortable. This feeling is really exhausting.

"Young Mistress, you don't look well? Do you need to take a break?"

Nonsense, if you marry a dead person, your complexion will not be much better.

Take a break, what a rest.In the end, didn't she have no choice?

She should have discovered that this was a trap.

He also said that he got the advice of an expert. This is simply a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.

Forget it, if they can really save Dad, then this sacrifice is worth it.In case, it cannot be saved, then run again.

According to Uncle Han, I held the cold urn and kowtowed to the two memorial tablets on the table. In the end, Uncle Han killed a chicken, and the chicken blood dripped on the memorial tablet. I was led back to the room where I lived before.

The sheets in the room had been changed at some point, and the whole room became a sea of ​​white.The whole atmosphere is more serious.

The taste of getting married is also drunk.

Han Cui told me that the urn must be placed by the bedside when going to bed at night.In other words, I must share the same bed with this urn.

Damn, this is too weird.

It's okay for me to marry an urn, but I still have to do such a thing.However, looking at Han Cui's cold expression, I knew that I had no other choice.

The hole I dug myself, even if I kneel, I have to jump into it.

"Young mistress, you and the young master should rest early. I will serve you again tomorrow."

What are you waiting for, until tomorrow, I don’t know if I will still be alive in this world.

Han Cui left.I turned my head to look at the urn.

It's all my naivety, I should have noticed something was wrong then.

Now it's all right, I still have to lie down with this urn.

"Hey, let me tell you, I don't care what you are, in short, you and I are separated by yin and yang, and you, be your ghost in the underworld, and I will be mine in the underworld, and we will not interfere with each other. Now, If you don't say anything, I'll take it as if you agreed."

The candlelight of the white candle placed on the table suddenly jumped up, and suddenly, the candle went out, and I fell into darkness.A male voice rang in my ear.

"What if I don't agree?"

hallucinations?
How can a dead person talk? It's a hallucination, it must be...

"You don't look like such a timid woman. Dare to touch my urn, dare to lie on my bed, why are you so timid now?"

"You... who are you, what kind of a hero is a pretender, come out for me."

"My lady is right. My husband is a ghost. My husband is always by your side. How do you let my husband come out?"

lady?

Could he, could it be the one in this urn...

Him, is he a ghost?
I felt a pair of icy hands climb up my shoulders little by little, and the icy breath lingered in my ears.I couldn't see his appearance, but I could feel a coldness surrounding me tightly.

I struggled, but my body couldn't move.

Just like the dream last night.

"You...you...let me go, you..."

"My lady smells so good, let my husband love you a lot."

What the hell is love? One is a ghost and the other is a person?
(End of this chapter)