Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

Both happy events and funerals?

When Yan Yun saw the mourning hall covered with white cloth, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Although she didn't know much about it, how could a wealthy family like this hold a wedding right after someone in the family passed away?

"It is your blessing to marry into our Huang family. You haven't met Sheng'er yet, right? He will be your husband from now on!"

As soon as the two arrived, they heard the old woman's harsh and mean voice.

Yan Yun grabbed Lian Heng who was about to move forward and hid behind the cypress tree next to the mourning hall.

Inside the coffin was the body of a man who looked to be in his twenties. His pale face showed faint traces of rotting flesh due to improper preservation.

"what!"

The bride looked over cautiously, then was frightened and stepped back, falling to the ground. The cold touch spread through the floor to her body.

Tears of fear fell drop by drop, she didn't understand why such a thing happened to her.

Yan Yun and the others hid there and did not dare to go out until the Huang family left.

"who are you?"

The bride, kneeling in the mourning hall, looked at the uninvited guest who broke in and nervously grabbed her gorgeous wedding dress.

Her eyes were tearful as she looked at the two of them, and her eyes seemed to be telling of her own misfortune.

"He's the groom, isn't he?"

Yan Yun looked at the coffin in the hall and spoke tentatively, wanting to verify his guess.

"Yes……"

She lowered her head, feeling a little embarrassed, and a chill ran through her heart. "I am originally a concubine of the Liu family. The Huang family is big and powerful, so it is definitely not my turn to marry into their family."

"When my father told me this, I thought he had finally seen me and my aunt and wanted to be kind to us. But when I got married, I found out...the son of the Huang family had accidentally contracted a serious disease and had died a long time ago."

"It's just that the Huang family felt sorry for their son who died young and was lonely in the afterlife, so they asked someone to calculate his horoscope and arrange a ghost marriage for him. My father was greedy and agreed to this ghost marriage without telling me and my aunt..."

She laughed at herself. At this moment, resentment was overwhelming and a dark aura enveloped her.

"Clang-"

The wind was blowing hard, the candlelight in the house was shaking, and several spirit tablets fell from the altar to the ground, making a sound of cracking wood.

The mourning hall in front of them gradually became dilapidated, and the white cloth poured down and landed on the corpse.

Lian Heng watched all this and couldn't help but hold Yan Yun's arm tightly. His mind was in a mess. Why marry a dead person? What is ghost marriage? Is she really a ghost? Why is Yan Yun not afraid? Why can't charm magic be used on ghosts?

Yan Yun wanted to take a step forward, but was pushed back by Lian Heng, who was holding her arm tightly.

She looked at him helplessly and pulled his hand away.

Lian Heng smiled awkwardly, "You seem too nervous, so I'll give you some comfort."

"..."

"I'll take you away."

"leave here."

As soon as Yan Yun finished speaking, the cold wind suddenly stopped.

The woman looked at her blankly. The little girl's eyes were bright and she stretched out her hand to her.

"I'll take you away."

She repeated it again.

The bride was stunned for a long time, and suddenly her whole body collapsed like a withered flower, becoming a hollow corpse.

???

The incident happened so suddenly that even Yan Yun did not expect it.

"She's faked her corpse!"

Lian Heng was shocked, is there a ghost among ghosts?

A strange thing happened. The bride on the ground suddenly resurrected, but this time, her beautiful and haggard face was no longer there.

Her face was deathly pale, her eyes were dark, her pupils were as dark as a pool of stagnant water, and her lips were brightly colored, which looked particularly creepy against her pale face.

The bride stretched out her bony hands to Yan Yun, her voice hoarse like an old woman's, "Didn't you say you would take me away?"

This change made their scalps tingle.

"Ah."

Yan Yun silently took her hand, turned around and fled out of the mansion.

The stinking smell of rotting dead flesh lingered in her nose, and the bony hand grasped her tightly, as if trying to merge with her.

"The bride ran away, chase her..."

The mansion suddenly regained its previous prosperity and luxury. A group of servants quickly discovered the fleeing people, and they shouted, picked up sticks and chased after them.

The three of them dodged here and there and finally managed to shake off the large group of servants and guards.

Lian Heng was running out of breath. If he had his magic power, he would have definitely taught this group of people a lesson.

The moment he stepped out of Huang's house, the sound of dripping water in his ears suddenly stopped, and the Bagua mirror shattered with a snap...

"thank you all."

A sweet yet timid voice sounded, and Yan Yun felt the hand he was holding turn into a soft girl's hand again.

Yan Yun looked back and met her eyes full of gratitude.

At this time, the Huang Mansion in front of him gradually disappeared, and the bride's figure gradually became blurred, "Thank you."

She said it again, but this time, her voice was as ethereal as if it were from outer space. How great would it be if someone could take her away at that time?

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

After the Huang Mansion disappeared, a road appeared in front of him.

"Host, let me tell you, it's actually not that scary."

She didn't answer, but looked down at the hand that had just held the bride. The feeling of the touch was still on her hand, but it all seemed like a dream.

But suddenly a picture flashed through her mind.

Red satin is hung on the beams, double happiness is displayed outside the window, red candles are swaying in the new house, and the embroidered silk quilt is covered with red dates, peanuts, longans, lotus seeds...

The candle flame slowly burned out, and the woman lay on the bed with a pale face. There was a deep cut on her wrist that was visible to the bone. She had cut her wrist.

The blood soaked the bright red wedding quilt into a dark red.

"Tick...tick..."

"Tick tock..."

Drops of blood fell to the ground.

Yan Yun suddenly realized.

……

Lian Heng was still frightened, "Fortunately you are smart and thought of taking her away."

It was just at that moment that Yan Yun thought of how she was almost sold by her biological parents to marry an old man. She sympathized with her and also sympathized with herself back then.

She withdrew her thoughts, feeling mixed emotions, "Let's go."

The road is very narrow, and if you are not careful you will fall into the abyss.

They took every step carefully.

"Host, even if you find a place where the two are connected, you may not be able to get out."

When they had completely walked out of that road, Duocai said it again, it could only remind them this much.

What you see before you is the real eye at the bottom of the river.

They stood on the narrow shore and looked up. There was a faint light coming through and the sound of gurgling water. A white light ignited in her palms and the clear bottom was vaguely visible.

In the middle of the water stood a medium-sized stone slab, just a few centimeters above the water surface. However, due to the light, Yan Yun could not see clearly what was on it.

They stepped onto the stone slabs that emerged from the water and walked towards the center of the water.

"Wait a moment."

Yan Yun grabbed the sleeve of Lian Heng who was walking in front of him and said, "There is something in the water."

"how do you know?"

Lian Heng turned his head slightly, revealing a profile that looked somewhat cold in the dim light. How come he didn't hear anything?

"I don't seem to feel it. Are you seeing a ghost again?"

"Because it grabbed my foot..."

Yan Yun suddenly wanted to kick him into the water, it was nothing!

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