(Mommy went crazy)
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The colour of the sky darkened slowly.
The ghost bride was still lying in her coffin quietly when drips of blood erged on the white paper covering her face, contouring her facial features. It seed like she was going to break the paper and jump out at any given ti.
The candle lights in the main hall flickered, adding to the dismal atmosphere.
In the side hall next door, several human figures were standing in a circle with their heads lowered, and their faces were obscured in the darkness save for the visible glints in their eyes.
Looming voices sounded one after another.
"Speak."
"What exactly is going on."
"Hurry up and explain clearly."
The player surrounded Uncle He: ……
Why did it feel like their roles had been switched?
Besuited Uncle said: "How did the ghost bride co about?"
Holding onto the idea of saying 'I don't know' to every question he was asked, Uncle He kept his mouth shut no matter what he was asked and did not utter a single word.
Seeing as to how the sky was about to darken, the players could not stop the anxiety from rising in their chests.
Perhaps they had been influenced by Shen Dongqing, because the players' courage had beco significantly larger, and Hipster clenched his fist to threaten: "I do respect old people more, but if you don't speak, don't bla
for being tactless when I act against you."
Uncle He had seen hundreds of university students who had arrived at Four Water Village to sightsee and collect cultural materials, but this was the first ti he had seen such violent ones and his cold sweat started dripping imdiately.
"I really don't know," Uncle He said upon realising that there was no trick he could pull. He confessed, "This is a custom the Four Water Village has been passing down for a long ti and we make an offering to the ghost bride every year."
The thing being offered was naturally live humans.
"If we don't give our offering, so terrifying things will happen."
He did not know what curse the forefathers of Four Water Village had incurred but they had to use live humans every year as the sacrificial offering. Gradually, Four Water Village beca cold and desolate and only a dozen household families remained now.
Just as the indigenous people of Four Water Village were about to beco extinct, however, a group of outsiders would arrive at the village intermittently without any rhy or reason, and these outsiders would attract the ghost bride's favour.
Thus, they allowed the other people to die; it was enough that they could survive.
Such a profitable transaction; who would be unwilling to do it?
Uncle He's voice gradually tapered off, "I only know these……"
Hipster did not really believe him and wanted to threaten him again, but no matter how much Uncle He said later, it was roughly the sa bits and pieces of information.
The other players could only give up.
JK Belle was anxious. "The ghost bride is going to regain consciousness soon."
Shen Dongqing let out a cold snort and said: "Just what I was waiting for."
She actually dared to have ideas about his man, she must dislike being a ghost.
JK Belle gave the murderous-looking Shen Dongqing a short glance before she thought, Perhaps I should be worrying about the ghost bride instead.
Hipster asked in a soft whisper: "Should we prepare sothing?"
Besuited Uncle nodded: "Everyone gather whatever talisman you have, maybe we can take down the ghost bride in one fell swoop and solve the puzzle."
They pooled together their resources and tidied it into one stack before they made JK Belle their representative to give it to Shen Dongqing.
Looking at her strangely, Shen Dongqing asked: "What are you giving
these for?"
JK Belle said: "These preparations are for the sake of the big battle against the ghost bride."
Shen Dongqing nodded his head, "You're right."
However, he did not receive the stack of talismans. Rather, he spoke to Uncle He: "I'm hungry, go and prepare so food, let's have hotpot again."
Uncle He's expression deepened and he walked out in faltering steps.
Still holding onto the talismans, JK Belle was dumbfounded, "What are you asking for food for?"
Shen Dongqing: "Aren't we preparing for the battle? I can't exhibit my strength on an empty stomach."
JK Belle: "Huh?"
Thus, the players watched as Shen Dongqing happily ate his steaming and boiling hotpot.
The eerie atmosphere in the main hall was swept away cleanly and it was superseded by the exceptionally aromatic hotpot fragrance.
Midnight was around the corner.
Shen Dongqing had eaten too much again, and as he waited and waited, he fell asleep.
To keep themselves away from the danger, the other players had gone to hide themselves earlier on and only the two of them remained.
Zhou Wenyan would occasionally pat Shen Dongqing's shoulders as he raised his eyes to stare at the coffin placed in the centre of the main hall.
The thing in the coffin was starting to get restless and it would produce a "zi la za la" noise as if it was scratching at the interiors of the coffin.
It continued for a period of ti before the cracks of the coffin started oozing muddied blood which dripped on the listone floors, wriggling and twisting as it flowed to the side hall.
Peng—
All of a sudden, the ghost bride beca animated and sat up. Her feet lifted from the ground, and she drifted over gently like a kite.
Accompanying her movents, the white paper covering her face peeled off, falling onto the blood saturated ground.
The ghost bride's hair adornnts hung down from her head, and from behind the golden tassels, a pair of eyes without whites opened. She drew back the corners of her mouth and stinking sludge poured out from her lips.
A cold wind blew past and the old mahogany cracked and rattled.
Shen Dongqing furrowed his brows slightly and woke up from the noise. When he raised his head to look over, he t the ghost bride's lifeless eyes.
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However, the ghost bride's speed was a little lacking because before she could drill back into her coffin, soone pressed down her shoulder.
Shen Dongqing smiled slightly, causing a cute dimple to erge on his cheek and he looked utterly harmless. "Let's talk?"
The ghost bride shivered instinctively.
She still rembered the terror of being pressed back into her coffin forcefully and being unable to move.
Shen Dongqing exerted more weight under his hand: "You've taken a fancy to my man?"
The ghost bride might be a resentful ghost that sustained herself on collected grievances, and although it did not have much intelligence to speak of, it could still feel fear. Under Shen Dongqing's smile, her fingers laced together and she almost knelt down to prove that she neither possessed such intentions nor did she dare to have such thoughts.
Nonsense. If she had known that she was robbing soone from the Big Boss, she would not have left her warm coffin at all.
Seeing that she was sincere as she admitted to her mistake, he snorted coldly once before he retracted his hand. "Do you know that a yin marriage is an act of feudalistic superstition?"
The ghost bride blanked out.
She was a feudalistic superstition herself ah……
However, due to the disparity in their strength, the ghost bride could only accept the lecture obediently.
"Marriage is a very important matter," Shen Dongqing enforced strictly, "Both parties have to be mutually consenting, forcibly marrying soone is unethical, and additionally, yin marriages are not legally protected!"
As Shen Dongqing continued to prattle on, he recalled the ghost who had married Zhou Wenyan, and he felt a greater need to crack down on acts like yin marriages.
It was only after he had given a full lesson that he rembered the proper business: "Why do you want to have a yin marriage with people?"
The ghost bride was like a daughter-in-law as she stood by Shen Dongqing with her head lowered.
She wanted to explain but the sludge poured out from her lips every ti she opened her mouth, incapacitating her to the point where she could only issue so "ah ah" sounds.
Zhou Wenyan said: "Bring us to the place where the morial tablets are kept."
Fortunately, this was sothing the ghost bride could accomplish. Turning around, she floated to their fronts and brought the pair towards the recesses of the Shen Family's old compound.
Behind the locust trees was a well-concealed hinged door and it was even blocked up by various extraneous bits and pieces. Had it not been for a person, no, a ghost leading the way, they would not have discovered it.
Zhou Wenyan did a short run-up before he leapt onto the enclosing wall in a relaxed fashion. Then, he bent his waist and pulled Shen Dongqing up with one hand, allowing the pair to jump down together and land inside the courtyard.
It had been a long ti since a person set foot in the courtyard behind the door and a thick layer of fallen leaves had accumulated on the ground, thus issuing a stinking odour.
The ghost bride pointed at the small building in the middle of the courtyard.
Compared to the other dilapidated and out-modelled buildings, this small building appeared bright, new, and beautiful with its white walls and black tiles. The two main doors were closed tightly and there was a lock hanging outside.
The ghost bride made a gesture to express that she did not have the key.
Hence, Shen Dongqing walked forward and kneaded the bronze lock with one hand, causing the lock to answer with a "kacha" sound.
Were they joking? What door had been left unbroken when Shen Dongqing touched it? Even if it was a burglar-proof door, it could be settled with one leg, to say nothing of an outdated lock standing in his way?
Shen Dongqing dropped the lock and took the lead in entering.
This was an ancestral hall.
Right in front of them was a pile of morial tablets stacking up to the height of a small hill and they were closely arranged together, filling up an entire wall face. Additionally, there were oblations, joss sticks and candles offerings placed in front of the morial tablets as if soone had consistently made offerings to these ancestors.
Shen Dongqing leaned closer to inspect the rows of characters written on the morial tablets and noticed that all of them were Shen Family mbers.
It looked like the Shen Family was long standing and well-established and just counting the morial tablets alone, there was at least a hundred. When it was viewed under the candlelight, it was certainly a dazzling sight.
There was no problems when these morial tablets were briefly scanned, but as Zhou Wenyan carefully examined two full rows, he noticed a particular detail.
"The nas written on all these morial tablets go by the surna of Shen."
Logically speaking, the offerings made in an ancestral hall was for all the elders inside the big clan. Whether it was n from the original family or daughters-in-law that married in from the outside, all of them could enjoy the offerings. But in this ancestral hall, it was apparent that no one had another surna because every one of these morial tablets went by the surna of Shen.
And there was another peculiarity: whenever Shen so-and-so's daughter was written on the morial tablet, all of them would die young without exception and the oldest did not even live past the age of eighteen; it was like only the male children were capable of living on in the entire clan.
Where did all the females go?
Zhou Wenyan gazed at the ghost bride who was standing at the side.
Di da—
A drop of muddy water dripped down from the ghost bride's body, and it could be perceived that any exposed skin and muscle was mired with sludge.
Zhou Wenyan looked at her pensively, "Pond?"
At this mont, a gust of wind blew in and knocked down a single morial tablet which landed by Shen Dongqing's feet.
He stooped over and picked it up. When he flipped it over to take a look, he was directly t with a carved na and he exclaid in surprise: "This is actually my morial tablet!"
If a normal person saw their own na appearing on the morial tablet, they would have been terrified. Thankfully, Shen Dongqing was not a normal person; he had already died once and he did not mind such things. In fact, he even brought the morial tablet closer to scrutinise it carefully.
"Why did they use such poor-quality wood?" Shen Dongqing was extrely dissatisfied, "And the carved characters are too ugly."
Zhou Wenyan stepped forward, "Is my morial tablet there?"
"Nope, hmm," Shen Dongqing waved his morial tablet, "Do you want
to carve you one?"
Zhou Wenyan stopped Shen Dongqing's hand before he inford him helplessly, "That's for dead people." He did not need such a thing yet.
Shen Dongqing suddenly saw the light. "Does this an I'm already dead?"
Issuing a low laugh, Zhou Wenyan stretched his hand to pinch his cheek. "How does it feel?"
Shen Dongqing could clearly feel his rough fingers brushing across his skin and muscle. There was a tactile sensation, which ant that he was not dead.
"Itchy," Shen Dongqing smacked away the hand that was touching his face.
Putting his hand down, Zhou Wenyan remarked: "However, why is my morial tablet missing?"
According to the ga's so-called character design, he and Shen Dongqing were "brothers
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