Chu Yichen hurriedly asked, "What about their birth date and time?"

“…I don’t know,” Cen Yu said. “Most people wouldn’t remember this.”

But with so many people born at the same time, Cen Yu didn't remember the original text mentioning anything strange the original owner had encountered—aside from Pei Leyun—it was probably just a coincidence.

As Cen Yu was thinking this, he seemed to hear the thing in the mourning hall chuckle softly, as if it thought he was too naive.

Before we knew it, it was past midnight.

Chu Yichen went over and added three more incense sticks, while Pei Heng threw the yellow paper into the brazier. Then the two of them stood up together and looked down at Cen Yu.

"The auspicious time has arrived, let's set off."

Cen Yu took a slight step back. He sensed something was wrong and immediately prepared to run, but unexpectedly, Pei Heng and Chu Yichen seemed to be possessed. They reached out and grabbed his arms, one on each side, and kept chanting "The auspicious time has come, the auspicious time has come, let's go."

Even the black coffin next to them started making thumping sounds, as if something was about to be lifted out of it.

Cen Yu cursed under his breath, then kicked over the brazier and kicked the burning yellow paper at Pei Heng and Chu Yichen.

The two men seemed terrified of the burning yellow paper; even though it was just a tiny flame, they retreated as if facing a formidable enemy.

Cen Yu took the opportunity to break free from the two and prepared to run away first!

"Come back, come back."

"Come back, come back."

"Knock knock knock".

Like a death knell, not only did Pei Heng and Chu Yichen mutter incomprehensible words, but the knocking from the coffin also grew louder.

Cen Yu also felt as if he was carrying countless people on his back, his steps so heavy he could barely lift them.

Finally, a pair of hands suddenly covered his eyes.

"Xiao Yu".

"Run!"

"Don't listen, don't look, it's all fake."

After saying that, the voice gently pushed him from behind, and his heavy steps, which felt like he was carrying dozens of people, suddenly became light. In the blink of an eye, Cen Yu found himself outside the mourning hall.

Inside the mourning hall, Pei Heng and Chu Yichen were looking at him with resentment.

Pei Leyun, just as gentle and beautiful as he remembered, stood at the entrance of the mourning hall, watching him and urging him to run.

The black coffin was finally opened.

Sitting up from the coffin was a gloomy-looking boy, resembling a snake, with almost green vertical pupils. He looked at Cen Yu and spoke—

'You are my wife.'

'My wife whom I married.'