Farmhouse Green Plum

Song Ying was incredulous, but deep down she knew it was very likely true, because some of the points made perfect sense.

In many people's minds, July is the Ghost Month, and children born in July are considered unlucky. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, no one will get married in July.

This also explains Wang's strange behavior; arranging a ghost marriage for her living daughter would be considered scornful even by the poorest families who couldn't afford to eat.

Furthermore, why did Luo Yong and his wife secretly agree to the engagement without telling Yanxing, instead of happily informing him?

Everything has an answer.

But why?

Their good life is all thanks to Yan Xing. She's capable, pretty, and healthy. She's not unmarriageable, so why arrange a ghost marriage for her?!

Yuan Qing saw her anger and sadness, and gently hugged her. "Wife, now is not the time to be sad. Yanxing is still waiting for us."

Song Ying closed her eyes, suppressing all her surging emotions. "Yes, the most urgent thing now is to find out where Yanxing is."

Generally speaking, the purpose of arranging a ghost marriage for a living person is simply to allow the unmarried deceased to be buried in the family's ancestral graveyard to prevent the wandering spirit from causing trouble. The living person who is arranged for a ghost marriage will never marry again and only needs to offer incense to the memorial tablet every morning and evening.

But there are also those with cruel hearts who put living people into tombs so that they can become ghost couples with their own children underground.

When Xiao Xiang heard the words "ghost marriage," her face turned deathly pale, and when she heard Song Ying's words, she trembled like a leaf.

Yanxing is not one to suffer losses. Anyone who gets to know her will understand that if it were the first scenario, the Chen family would never dare to arrange a ghost marriage with her. The only possibility is the second scenario!

So, has Yan Xing already been put into a coffin?

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The Chen family ancestral graves are located in the suburbs and western hills.

Luo Yanxing awoke with a start from a bone-chilling cold. The surroundings were pitch black, unlike the usual darkness; it was a thick, suffocating darkness.

She moved her lips, wanting to speak, but her throat was dry and painful, and there was a strange bitter taste at the back of her tongue.

What's going on here?

She remembered that they were drinking nuptial wine, but she had no recollection of what happened afterward.

I think I heard Chen Yunze say sorry. Sorry for what?

She tried to sit up, but her head bumped into something with a thud, making her wince in pain.

Luo Yanxing was puzzled. The wedding bed that was part of the dowry was quite large, so why did she hit the top halfway up when she got up?

She reached out and touched it, her fingertips brushing against the cool wooden panel, which was carved with intricate patterns.

This shape definitely can't be the top of a bed!

Her heart leaped into her throat. She reached out to both sides and found a sealed box. She had been kidnapped.

Wait, what's next to it?

She supported herself slightly with one hand, while the other hand carefully groped for the objects beside her.

This looks like... a human skeleton?!

She's in a coffin?!

Luo Yanxing was shocked. "Had a nightmare?"

She murmured, reaching out to pinch it. It hurt, a very real pain, not a dream!

"These days, it's really something that robbers use coffins to tie people up..."

She suddenly stopped talking, touched herself, and found that she was wearing her wedding dress neatly, with a gold necklace around her neck, and jewelry on her hands and waist.

She wasn't kidnapped by robbers at all; she was forced into a ghost marriage and buried with a dead person.

My heart suddenly clenched, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand; the pain was sharp, excruciating, heart-wrenching.

She couldn't understand why.

Was all that mutual understanding just her delusion? Had Chen Yunze been lying to her all along?

What about Mom and Dad? Were they also deceived?

She lay down, tears streaming down her face.

"Ah—" she suddenly let out a sharp, tragic, inhuman scream, followed by wild laughter.

She laughed until tears streamed down her face, her voice choked with sobs, "Luo Yanxing, how could you be such a failure? Your own parents treat you like dirt, abandoning you; the person you like treats you like an idiot, deceiving and cheating you."

How could it be so tragic...?

Breathing suddenly became difficult; each breath felt like inhaling a viscous mass of filth, and my lungs burned with pain.

"No! I can't die! I can't just die like this!" Luo Yanxing struggled to sit up. "I want all those who bullied and wronged me to pay the price! I can't just die like this!"

She reached out to push the coffin lid, but couldn't move it.

This position is too uncomfortable. She lay back down and reached out to push, but she couldn't get any strength in that position!

How to do?

Calm down! Calm down! You must calm down!

She was breathing heavily, deep in thought...

She took a deep breath, held it, raised her foot, and kicked the coffin lid hard.

Boom!

After the dull thud, the coffin lid remained completely still.

She didn't give up, kicking again and again, but the coffin lid still showed no signs of loosening.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, and even my thoughts became sluggish.

Luo Yanxing shook his head, trying to clear his mind, and continued kicking and pushing.

Still no results; the coffin was nailed in place.

"I can't just die like this!"

She grew increasingly angry, all her previous pain and sorrow turning into rage.

She can't just die like this; she can't let those people get away with it!

She wants to live! She wants to live!

She pulled the hairpin from her head and stabbed it fiercely into her thigh. Just as the hairpin was about to touch her, she suddenly remembered Song Ying's words: there are very important blood vessels in the thigh. If they are injured, the bleeding will be difficult to stop, and she may bleed to death.

She tried to bend her foot and stab at her toes.

The intense pain brought her to her senses somewhat. She turned her head and sat up, gritting her teeth, and used her shoulder to push against the coffin lid.

Once, twice...

She didn't know how long she had been standing there when she felt something cool on her face. She reached up and touched it; it was dirt!

It's the soil covering the coffin!

A crack was found in the coffin!

possible!

Time seemed to drag on endlessly. It felt like she had been holding on for an incredibly long time, until she was completely exhausted and couldn't even sit up. She lay half-reclined against the coffin, her head tilted to one side.

"Ah...ah...it's so stuffy...it's so uncomfortable..."

Her survival instinct made her reach out to push and pry.

She scratched until her nails broke and her knuckles bled, but she could no longer feel the pain; all she felt was helplessness and despair.

"Help...I don't want to...die...let me...out..."

As her consciousness began to fade, she vaguely heard a familiar voice coming from the distant horizon; it was indistinct and ethereal.

Dying?

No! Can't die!

I can not be reconciled!

She strained to open her eyes, and several familiar faces flashed before her, their mouths opening and closing as if they were saying something.

Her breathing seemed to improve; she opened her mouth wide and inhaled and exhaled with all her might.

Strength was restored to my limbs and bones, and the sounds around me were no longer distant, but became real and clear.

"A flock of geese...a flock of geese..."