Nether Marriage: Ghost Husband, Be Gentle

I thought the man was very quiet and ignored him. He threw the octopus ball he just bought onto the Daoist Priest's body and even scolded the Daoist Priest, "Are you crazy? You cheated money but you don't know your face. You're the only one who has suffered from a bloody disaster recently, your entire family has suffered a bloody disaster!"

The Daoist Priest's expression was ugly, but he could tell that it was truly fierce. He didn't say much and only sighed a few times before leaving in embarrassment.

The more I thought about it now, the more I felt that something was wrong.

Lying on the bed, many thoughts flashed through his mind. I think of some of the things that happened when I was young. Of course, most of these stories are just rumors I heard from my neighbors.

It was said that my father had just graduated from college and found a teaching job in the city. Because my father was the only university student in the village, there were many girls who wanted to marry into my family, whether they were from my village or the outer village.

Originally, my grandmother had already found a suitable partner for him to marry, but after my father returned to the village, he said that he would never see the person my grandmother had chosen. The villagers' traditions were still outdated, and he was still under the orders of the older generation's parents, the matchmaker.

So when my father told her about him and my mother, it caused my grandmother to resist. On one hand, it was because the woman who had already agreed upon the marriage was from the same village. On the other hand, it was because the woman who had already agreed on the marriage was from the same village. The second aspect was that my mother was from the city, and the rules passed down from generation to generation was that women could marry outside, while men could not marry outside.

Because of my father's high education, he did not take these village rules seriously. At that time, my grandfather was too sick to care about these things.

My father never gave in to my grandmother. Because of my teaching job in the city, my father returned to the city within a few days.

Then, about a month later, the woman couldn't wait any longer. She thought of a way to make my grandmother pretend to be sick.

Sure enough, my father in the city was very worried when he heard that my mother had suddenly become seriously ill. He discussed it with my mother and decided to drive back in the middle of the night to visit my mother.

In other words, it was a coincidence that my mother was unable to bear the bumps at all when she was about to be born, and because of the incident with my father, she had gotten into a tough time at home with no one to take care of her, so she had no choice but to endure following my father back to the village. And because of that, my mother's body had fallen into its roots since then.

After a night of running, my parents, who returned to the village, walked home under the astonished gazes of the villagers.

I don't know exactly what happened, but I vaguely remember my neighbor's aunt saying that they saw Master Keng's daughter running out of my house, crying all the way. Everyone in the village knew that Master Keng was one of the most respected elders in the village, and this precious daughter of his was the perfect candidate to be my father's wife that my grandmother had set her eyes on. In the village, his future husband's family had a daughter-in-law and children, which was a very heavy blow to his wife.

Then, a few days later, my mother gave birth to me and cooked the rice and cooked the rice and cooked the rice. My parents already had me, my unmarried first, so my grandparents were disappointed and dissatisfied with my mother. They tried to get my father to divorce my mother, but my father was adamant from start to finish, so they had to let it go.

My grandmother never gave my mother any face from start to finish, so after I was born, my mother cried and shouted for my father to take her away.

Just as my parents left the village, Master Keng's family set up a white matter for his daughter. I heard that the girl was in her room, hanging herself in her red wedding dress.

When this matter was spread out, no one in the village did not feel scared. Although every household had done many different things in the past, almost no one had committed suicide in the village, and the manner in which Master Keng's daughter died was extremely ominous. Furthermore, everyone said that there was a high chance that the daughter of Master Keng had committed suicide out of spite, and in all likelihood, she would turn into a malicious ghost after her death.

Because the village forbade talking about ghosts and gods, no one said anything about this matter. It was just that during that period of time, everyone slept rather early, closing their doors and windows, and sprinkling some white lime on the doorstep.

My grandma was also quite frightened. I don't know where my grandpa got a few yellow talismans from and stuck them on the door of our house. From then on, Master Keng's family moved out of the village, and no one knew where they went.

When I was 5 years old, my father was promoted and became the principal of the school. My mother ran around with him every day, so she didn't have time to take care of me. Even though my parents didn't come back very often in those five years, but rice, white rice, salt, vinegar, fruit, raw meat, and many other people came to bring them home. My grandparents had long since stopped being angry with this son, and when they saw my parents bringing me back, they didn't know how, but they were still very happy on the surface.

Even though my grandparents didn't like me in the beginning, I made their granddaughter, so they were kind to me. In order to make up for my mother, they even set up a banquet that day for the villagers to drink.

My family lives at the east end of the village, near a cemetery. From the day I arrived at the White Village, my grandfather told me that I was not allowed to enter that cemetery. There seemed to be an unwritten rule in the village that girls were not allowed to enter the cemetery. When I was a kid, I was timid, so I didn't dare to do anything. But in my heart, I was very curious as to why there was such a rule. Every time I saw Erhu, who was more than half my age, returning from the cemetery next door with crickets as thick as an adult's finger, I couldn't help but be envious.

All of this happened when I was seven years old. I will never forget the look in my parents' eyes when they saw me coming out of the cemetery, and my grandmother fainted on the spot, and my grandfather looked at me, tears rolling down his scarred face, his face filled with pain and remorse.

Next door's Erhu Zi, because he brought me to the cemetery, was slapped a dozen times by his mother until his face swelled up. Finally, he followed his mother to my house at night with a lot of things, and I still remember the scene of Erhu Zi's head swelling like a pig's head. As he apologized, his face was covered in tears and snot, and he even gave me his favorite, the biggest cricket.

After that, my parents took me out of the village. Even if it was New Year's Day, my parents never took me back. My impression of my grandparents was already a blur, but the night before I left the village, a sentence that was deeply engraved in my memory was something that I could never forget.

They said I had an engagement with that man.

Everything in the world, the cycle of karma, was roughly like this. I don't know why the ghost in my dream came looking for me, but for someone like me, who was engaged to be married long ago, he found the wrong person.

What difference does marrying a ghost make to me? I am only worried about one thing, and that is Yun Yife's safety. Since this ghost is looking for me, then Yun Yife's existence is more or less a threat to him.

My heart skipped a beat. He picked up his phone and dialed Yun Yife's number.

"Di, Di, Di." The phone beeped, and my heart tightened with every echo.

"Hey, Xiaochu." A lazy male voice entered my ear. From the sound, it was clear that I had just woken up. I was still feeling sleepy. I tightened my grip on the phone, and tears began to gather in my eyes.

"Bandit, are you alright?" I fought back tears, forcing my emotions, trying to make my voice sound normal.

Xiaochu, I'm fine! It's only six in the morning. I'm sleeping in the dorm! "Why are you up so early?"

I really didn't know how to start talking, but with a flash of inspiration, I said, "It's good that you're fine. I just watched a movie. It's a school horror movie. Buy a double. "

The person on the other end of the line listened to my words and fell silent for a few seconds. Then, he let out a pfft sound and laughed out loud, "Xiaochu, the movies are all lies, don't watch a ghost movie if you're afraid. If you want to watch one next time, no matter what the hell, I'll beat you up and run away."

"I don't care. You have to go out and buy some today."

The laughter from the other side did not stop, but she spoke in a pampering tone, "Good, good, good, good. My aunt."