Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

When Yun Suisi was gently placed on the cold and hard altar, his heart tightened suddenly.

He lay quietly, trying to suppress his body's instinctive reactions, pretending to still be unconscious.

After a moment, once he was sure that no one was making a sound, he cautiously opened his eyes a tiny slit, like a wary cheetah, carefully observing his surroundings.

He was surprised to find himself seemingly lying in a coffin in the middle of the village.

The coffin exuded an old, worn feel, its wooden surface bearing a rough texture.

Yun Suisi's heart tightened, and a hint of surprise flashed across his cold face.

He moved his body slightly, but found that the space was so narrow that he could hardly stretch out.

Through the cracks in the coffin, he could vaguely see the dim light and blurry figures outside.

Ancient and mysterious artifacts were placed around the altar, exuding an air of antiquity.

There seemed to be some blurry patterns carved on the wall in the distance, which looked particularly eerie in the dim light.

Just then, he heard a soft footstep approaching.

Yun Suisi quickly closed his eyes and slowed his breathing.

After the old man spoke, Yun Suisi coldly retorted in his heart:

"Utterly absurd."

A ghost marriage? They're using me as a sacrifice?

This is all a mess.

That's like taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary.

These people are truly ignorant and foolish to think that they can solve the problem with such absurd things.

That's like someone's brain got squeezed in a door.

Ridiculous. "

Suddenly, I remembered that my good friend had solemnly performed a divination for me before leaving this trip.

Therefore, Yun Suisi decided to hold back and observe the situation first.

He lay quietly on the altar, like a silent observer.

His cool, expressionless face showed no emotion whatsoever; only his slightly flickering eyes revealed the depth of his thoughts.

The wedding procession for the ghost marriage slowly set off in the pitch-black darkness.

A chilly wind swept by, and a bright red sedan chair, as striking as blood, swayed violently in the wind, as if it were being brutally propelled forward by some unspeakable evil force.

"A cold wind blows, carrying the red sedan chair; the soul of the deceased bride enters the wedding hall."

Sorghum stalks carry the sedan chair to the underworld, a celebration for both the living and the dead to welcome the bride.

The eerie lyrics drifted eerily in the wind, and the red sedan chair seemed to carry an unfathomable sorrow and a chilling expectation.

The palanquin bearers had ashen faces. They mechanically trudged along a desolate, cursed path, making their way step by step toward the gloomy mansion.

Along the way, the night was as silent as a graveyard, with only eerie blue will-o'-the-wisps flickering around.

It was as if demons crawled out of hell to lead the way for this terrifying and unusual wedding.

"Silent night, will-o'-the-wisps flicker, the ghost marriage procession travels a long way."

Welcoming the new bride to the underworld, their union in the realms of Yin and Yang will last forever.

The sedan chair finally arrived at the center of the village, where the old man who presided over the ghost marriage was already waiting, like a demon crawling out of the underworld.

He nodded slightly, a gesture like a demon's command, signaling everyone to carry the sedan chair to the vicinity of the coffin that exuded an aura of death.

At this moment, the center of the village was set up like a terrifying sacrificial site, with the coffin in the very center standing out conspicuously, as if it were the gate to hell.

Next came the chilling wedding ceremony.

The old man sang in a hoarse voice, like the howling of a vengeful ghost:

"One bow to heaven and earth, yin and yang unite, a bond of life and death is tied by a single thread."

"May the netherworld bear witness, and may our bond continue in the next life."

We bow twice to our ancestors so that their souls may rest in peace, and may joy fill both the living and the dead.

The parents' wishes are now being fulfilled, and the posthumous marriage ceremony has become a beautiful story.

The couple bowed to each other, their love sealed; they vowed to be together through life and death.

Their love remains unwavering even in death; their vow of a posthumous marriage will endure forever.

The moment those words were spoken, the entire village seemed to be shrouded in an evil, mysterious power, and this special marriage was officially confirmed under the witness of both the living and the dead.

The posthumous marriage ceremony has reached the blessing stage.

The old man presiding over the ghost marriage stood beside the coffin containing Yun Suisi in the center of the village. His voice seemed to come from the underworld, carrying a chilling emptiness.

The old man slowly began to sing:

"The ghost marriage ceremony has been held. May the newlyweds enjoy eternal peace and health."

They remain together in both the realms of Yin and Yang, their love enduring for a hundred years.

The sound echoed in the silent night sky, as if countless ghosts were whispering in agreement.

The surrounding villagers were pale-faced and had empty eyes. They stood silently, their torches flickering and casting distorted shadows.

In the firelight, the coffin appeared even more sinister and terrifying, as if evil spirits might crawl out of it at any moment.

"A beautiful new soul, adorned in red and white, is bound by fate in the afterlife, a marriage arranged by heaven."

May our love last forever, and may we find joy and freedom in the underworld.

As the lyrics began, a cold wind blew by, rustling the leaves as if they were the mournful cries of the dead.

Some white paper money drifted in from nowhere, fluttering in the air like the wings of ghosts.

As the ceremony drew to a close, the old man's voice grew increasingly low and menacing:

"The ghost marriage ceremony has come to an end, but the love between the living and the dead remains unchanged."

Dressed in red and white, she returns to the underworld, to be reunited in the next life as a loving couple.

The air around the coffin seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure made it hard to breathe.

The villagers' expressions became even more blank, as if they were being controlled by some evil force.

"Our love continues on the path to the underworld, and the vow of a ghost marriage is etched in our hearts."

"Through life and death, our love endures; in both the realms of Yin and Yang, we share the same moon."

After the lyrics were finished, the entire village fell into a deathly silence.

The coffin lay there silently, as if waiting for something terrible to happen.

In the darkness, it seemed as if countless eyes were watching, making one feel as if they were in a terrifying nightmare.

Yun Suisi still lay quietly in the coffin, which exuded an old and decaying aura.

Despite his efforts to maintain a calm demeanor, his heart was pounding uncontrollably, the rapid rhythm seemingly expressing the excitement deep within him.

He could clearly sense that the evil, mysterious power around him was accumulating like a surging undercurrent.

The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating, as if it could erupt like a volcano at any moment, bringing unimaginable and terrifying consequences.

Suddenly, an even stronger and more chilling gust of wind blew by.

The wind seemed to howl from the depths of the underworld, carrying a biting cold and endless gloom.

The gust of cold wind caused the coffin lid to sway slightly, making a chilling creaking sound.

Yun Suisi was startled. His eyes sharpened instantly as he stared intently at the swaying coffin lid, his body involuntarily tensing up.

Various terrifying scenes kept flashing through his mind, fearing that some disgusting thing might suddenly crawl out from inside.

At this moment, the white paper money was flying wildly in the wind, like pieces of broken souls, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling desperately, trying to break free from this terrifying restraint.

In the distance, a low roar could be faintly heard. The sound was deep and powerful, like a roar from the depths of hell, filled with endless anger and resentment.

Each roar seemed to pierce the soul, sending chills down one's spine.

The villagers remained standing there silently, like soulless puppets, completely unresponsive to the terrifying sound.

Their eyes were empty and dull, as if their minds had been controlled by some evil force, and they had lost the ability to think and perceive.

They stood mechanically, like silent witnesses, observing this horrific ghost marriage ceremony, completely unaware of the impending danger.