Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A sudden torrential rain washed out the mountain path and washed away Xu Yaozu’s new grave as well.

That night, all the livestock of the Xu family died overnight.

The Xu family was horrified and summoned the Seventh Lord once more.

The Seventh Lord came down from the mountain, his expression grim. “Roots piercing the coffin; great misfortune for the tomb owner.”

“Your Yaozu’s resentment is too heavy; I’m afraid he’s about to become a wrathful ghost!”

Xu Yaozu’s father, Xu Dahai, quickly said, “Please, sir, show us a way out!”

The Seventh Lord paced around the main room, then finally turned to Xu Dahai.

“Have you heard of ghost marriage?”

To appease Xu Yaozu’s resentment, the Xu family decided to arrange a ghost marriage for him.

Great. I’m the poor soul being ghost-married to him.

“You worthless good-for-nothing! Who told you to talk to her!” Xu Dahai stormed over in a rage, then grabbed Xu Zhaodi by the hair and yanked her away.

Through the small window, I saw Xu Dahai slap her several times.

Before leaving, he gave me a sinister look, then closed the small window.

The room fell back into darkness. I blinked, then lay down again on my own.

“Sleep a bit more.”

…

I woke up to find myself bound tightly and carried up the mountain.

I heard the carriers whispering.

“Why isn’t she moving? Could she be dead?”

“Who knows? I read the news that college students die easily these days.”

I: “…”

I cooperatively struggled a few times, and the two immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“I heard that for a ghost marriage, you need to bury the person alive. Last time the Xu family used a dead person, the Seventh Lord was furious!”

The matter of using a living person for a ghost marriage was discussed as if it were perfectly ordinary.

The more I listened, the darker my expression became.

Don’t they fear retribution?

After being carried unsteadily for nearly an hour, the procession stopped.

Someone approached me and circled around, murmuring something.

As the voice ceased, I was lifted and placed into a coffin.

The coffin lid was gradually closed. I ripped off the black cloth blindfold.

The Dragon Token hanging against my chest was already burning hot.

Feeling the familiar coiling sensation around my waist, I couldn’t help but sigh.

I reached out and stroked his cold scales a few times.

“Don’t be mad, don’t be mad.”

“I’m already married; how could I really marry that little brat again?”

“Alright, alright, this is a civilized society now. You can’t just eat people. They’re all just kids in their sixties or seventies. Why get upset with them?”

…

The coffin lid was nailed shut, and handfuls of earth fell down.

After about half an hour, I could no longer hear any sound from outside.