Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Lying on the red sheets and quilt, Li Fumei knew that there would be a tough battle to fight tomorrow and the old woman would not do anything to her for the time being, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

She slept until dawn and heard a burst of mournful wailing. Li Fumei sat up and rubbed her eyes. She quickly came to her senses and knew where she was.

The door creaked open and two young wives came in. They changed her into wedding clothes without thinking twice. Seeing how cooperative the girl was, they felt a little sorry for her.

"How old are you this year."

"Fifteen years old. How old is my sister?"

"We are both over 20 years old. This wedding dress may be a little big. We will sew a few stitches for you. By the way, why did you agree to marry me?"

Li Fumei made up an excuse to get away with it. After putting on her wedding dress, she looked at herself in the mirror with an expressionless face, like a puppet, and silently hung up her purse.

"No need to hang this, we replaced it with a festive red one for you."

"No, this is a gift from my family. It means something different to me. I want to wear it, okay? Please, sisters, please be kind."

The two looked at each other, turned away and nodded.

"Okay, wear it."

During the day, everyone had a banquet outside, and Li Fumei ate chicken legs in the house. The old woman did not treat her badly during the meal, and gave her delicious food and drinks, as if it was her last meal.

After eating and drinking, she walked around the house and looked outside through the window. The old woman, who was always sarcastic, smiled for the first time and forced a smile at everyone.

The day passed quickly. After dark, many people came to the main room and the atmosphere became a little weird.

The old woman had Li Fumei brought out and wailed over her son in the coffin for a while before the village chief persuaded her: "Okay, the time is almost up, don't delay."

"okay, I get it."

"You two go sew her mouth shut so she won't bother my son in the future. She just needs to be obedient."

Li Fumei's eyes darkened when she saw this. It was indeed like this. This place was exactly the same as her hometown. It was just as... disgusting.

"Wait, mother-in-law, do you want to see your son again? My hometown has a secret method that can let you see him again. You can say goodbye to him properly."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

The old woman was also stunned and didn't understand what this meant. Her son was dead and his body was broken into pieces, but she still had to hire someone and pay him to put it back together.

What does this goodbye mean? Why are the little girl's words so strange? But her longing for her son prevails at this moment.

"Are you serious? Can you really let me see my son?"

Li Fumei nodded: "Yes."

The village chief was afraid that something might happen, so he urged: "Liu Pozi, stop messing around. Time waits for no one. Send your son to the fields quickly."

"No, I want to see my son!"

Li Fumei lifted the veil, revealing her pale face and blood-red lips. She smiled slightly, which was very creepy against the backdrop of her red wedding dress.

Everyone couldn't help but shudder, feeling eerie. This living person looked more like a dead person.

"It's too white. It looks like a dead person."

The old woman didn't care what they said, she just walked over and said eagerly, "Little girl, if you can really let me see my son, then please hurry up and don't waste time."

Li Fumei hummed, took out a talisman from her sleeve, threw it directly into the air, and pulled the corner of her mouth.

"It will be ready soon. This is to summon the spirit. You will be able to see your son soon, and you can have a good... reminisce about the past."

Before they could react, the candles in the mourning hall shook and suddenly turned into a green light. The surroundings dimmed and the atmosphere became weird.

The corpse in the coffin moved, and a subtle sound was heard, which was particularly obvious in the quiet room.

Someone swallowed hard, a look of fear on his face: "What's moving there? Aunt Liu, go and take a look. Is it your son who has come back to life?"