Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

About five minutes later, the door was gently pushed open, and two people came in and headed straight for Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui collapsed and allowed the two men to carry her away.

After going through many twists and turns, the temperature seemed to rise. Zhang Hui's eyelids moved and opened slightly.

Is she going to the basement? Why is she digging a hole? She is not a mole. Bad review!

Entering the elevator, the two people holding her arms relaxed their guard, and one of them said, "It's incredible that the boss actually believed what the old man said and arranged a ghost marriage for Jia Qi."

"Yeah, he knew it was fake. The boss is usually smart and capable, but he lost his mind when it came to Jiaqi's matter." Another sighed.

"The boss is so miserable. His wife died of illness, and his only child inherited his mother's illness and is also dead now."

"In fact, if the boss had agreed earlier to let Jiaqi's girlfriend come to help, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble, spending money to have someone treat us to a meal and drug us."

"Yes, that girl came to our door, but our boss thought she had worked in Chunfengxuan and was not innocent, so he drove her away."

As soon as these two people spoke, Zhang Hui was happy. Aren’t these the two people she had met before?

I didn't expect that these two people would personally help the boss kidnap people while complaining about the boss here.

However, when I heard them mention the words Chunfengxuan and girls, I always felt that they were a little familiar, as if I had heard them somewhere before?

Ah! I remembered that a classmate had said that when Chunfengxuan was burned down by her, one of the girls who was rescued was from Class 38.

Could it be that this Jia Qi is the one Xiao Qingze mentioned, the son of the owner of Xiyue Villa, and her classmate in the same school?

Is he from Class 38? By the way, Cheng Cheng also said that at the beginning of this year, two students from Class 38 took a leave of absence due to illness, one boy and one girl.

But what does this have to do with her? Why did they implicate her? This probably has a lot to do with the old man they were talking about.

While he was thinking, the elevator stopped and two people carried Zhang Hui into a room.

"Boss, the person is here." Worker A reported.

"Good! Your ability to get things done is really strong!" praised a deep male voice.

"Master, can we start the ceremony now?"

"Well... let's start!" the old male voice spoke slowly.

Zhang Hui couldn't suppress his strong curiosity and suddenly opened his eyes to look.

In the empty room, there is a crystal coffin, and in front of the crystal coffin is an altar.

There was a photo frame in the middle of the table. The boy in the photo had a smile on his pale and thin face.

Fruits and pastries are neatly arranged, and the light and shadows from the burning candles sway on the photo frames.

This boy must be Jiaqi, right? It's such a pity that he went to meet the King of Hell at such a young age.

All the troubles in the world should have nothing to do with him, but his father seemed to have a different opinion and insisted on finding a partner for him. And this partner turned out to be her, so don't blame her for taking action.

"Ah!" A scream scared the candle so much that the flame trembled twice.

Following the master's instructions, A and B were preparing to move Zhang Hui to another place. When they turned around, they saw the girl's dark and bright eyes staring at the crystal coffin curiously.

"She...she woke up!" A trembled.

B was still in shock: "Yes... yes."

The boss was very upset. What kind of thing did these two people do? They couldn't even dispense the medicine quickly. What happened? Was the medicine expired?

The master also seemed a little hesitant, stroking the long beads in his hand and muttering to himself.

The scene was extremely awkward. Zhang Hui rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Go on, pretend I don't exist."

In the room, silence was the only answer.

Zhang Hui urged: "Master, please start your performance!"

She was really curious about what the master would do. Could he really let a living person marry a dead person? What consequences would that lead to?

Even in the world of cultivation, she had never heard of a dead person getting married to a living person.

During the long years of cultivation, no matter whether one dies due to one's own reasons or is forced to die, once death occurs, both the body and the soul are destroyed.

Unless someone possesses a Horcrux, they can keep a trace of their soul alive and embark on the path of ghost cultivation, or be arranged by their master to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation with their memories.

The souls of mortals in this world will be scattered after death. What does it have to do with the living? What kind of a shabby marriage is this?

Although Zhang Hui didn't believe it, just in case, she still used a sleight of hand. She chose A between A and B and put a talisman on him.

At this moment, Jia is Zhang Hui in everyone's eyes, and Zhang Hui is Jia in everyone's eyes.

"Ahem, Master, let's start." Seeing that Zhang Hui really wanted to proceed, the boss also spoke.

The one who gave the money was the uncle! The master's hand trembled, and he lit three incense sticks in front of the table, muttered something in his mouth, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Zhang Hui listened carefully and almost laughed out loud. The master was muttering: Tian Jiaqi, you are so lucky, come and get your wife...

Then the master gestured to Zhang Hui to stand on the right side of the crystal coffin. After Jia stood at the designated position, he held a rosary in his hand and walked around each person and coffin, muttering something as well.

That's it? The end? Boring! Bad review! Zhang Hui sighed, thinking that Xiao Qingze should be here soon, and was about to go up to greet him and show him the way.

The master opened the coffin lid and let the substitute lie in it. He then cut a lock of hair from each of them, tied them together, and placed them in the boy's hand.

Well, how should I put it? If this was really a pair of young lovers committing suicide for love, it would be quite beautiful. But in Zhang Hui's eyes, they were a pair of men, and an uncle and a teenager having close contact.

Feeling a little dizzy, Zhang Hui quickly turned her eyes away. This was the first time she had seen this scene and she was not quite used to it.

A's psychological shadow expanded rapidly, and he didn't know what was going on. He would step forward unconsciously and obey the master's orders like a walking corpse.

No matter how much he resisted in his heart, his body would not obey and followed the master's steps step by step.

After skillfully reciting a passage of scripture, the master wrapped the hair on the boy's palm with turmeric paper, muttered a few words incoherently, placed it on the incense and lit it. A wisp of green smoke fulfilled the wish and the ceremony ended.

At the moment of completion, the boss seemed to have aged a few years, and said to Zhang Hui calmly, "You can leave now. My assistant will send your reward to you."

His body could move freely now. Jia sat up and jumped out of the coffin as if avoiding the plague.

The boss seemed not to see it. He was immersed in the grief of his son's early death and stared at his son in the photo in a daze.

Zhang Hui took the opportunity to ask him: "Who told you to choose me and your son to have a ghost marriage?"

"Originally I wanted to pay money and randomly find someone on the school's applicant list, but later a master said that your horoscope was the most suitable." Perhaps because his wish had been fulfilled, the boss was quite cooperative.

He is the cousin of the chairman of Zhongzheng Group, the principal of a technical school, the owner of Xiyue Villa, and Liu Xiyue's husband and Tian Jiaqi's father - Tian Jinkai.

When Tian Jiaqi was three or four years old, Liu Xiyue contracted a strange disease that was incurable.

He sought medical help everywhere, but to no avail, and could only watch her grow weaker day by day.

Until one day someone said that Liu Xiyue was invaded by evil spirits and that a villa needed to be built somewhere to suppress it.

He believed it and really used all his resources to build Xiyue Villa.

Sure enough, after the villa was built, Xiyue got better day by day, and from then on he believed in that man's words without a doubt.

No matter what that man did in the villa, he turned a blind eye and a deaf ear.