Chapter 102 Wedding and mourning (33) (1)
As an academic actor, Zhao Zhen has participated in hundreds of scripts, both large and small, since his debut in his teens, and has played characters from many industries, including high-ranking dignitaries, down-and-out teenagers on the streets, and hysterical villains.
But he never knew that one day he would wear women's clothes.
Zhao Zhen took a deep breath and tried his best to calm his racing heart, but his trembling hands hidden under his sleeves still revealed his unrest.
He looked at himself in the mirror with his willow-shaped eyebrows and red lips, and thought that all this was simply too ridiculous!
Zhao Zhen remembered it very clearly. After saying good night to the young master Song Ci, he set several alarms in case he couldn't get up in the morning. Then, after checking all his luggage again, he lay down on his bed and relaxed into sleep.
But when he was half asleep and half awake, he was awakened by a rustling noise.
The sound sounded like a lot of people were talking around him, but no one spoke to him. They were just talking and laughing about their own things. It was very lively.
Originally, Zhao Zhen thought that the young master was hiding under the quilt and watching TV series instead of sleeping. He frowned sternly and wanted to persuade the young master to go to bed quickly, otherwise he would not be able to get up and set off on his journey early tomorrow morning as Yan Shixun said.
As a result, when he finally opened his sleepy eyes and looked to the side, his mind went blank for a moment.
——He is no longer in his room.
This was not a neat and cozy room in a farmhouse. There was no Song Ci beside him, and he was not sleeping in his own bed.
Instead, sit in front of a mirror.
Zhao Zhen was extremely shocked and instinctively wanted to get up and leave. But he soon found that although his brain made the decision, his body did not listen to him at all and remained firmly seated in the same place.
He tried to move his fingers again and turned his head to see what was happening around him, but failed.
Zhao Zhen had a sense that his soul was separated from his body, as if his soul was forced into this body, and it still had a rough and stiff feeling as if it had not been properly integrated.
This feeling was so real that Zhao Zhen, who had never had such an experience before, had countless absurd thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant.
But those thoughts were quickly suppressed by Zhao Zhen's efforts.
No matter how he guessed, it would be useless now that he couldn't move. Instead of thinking about it here, he might as well find a way to get out of this predicament, leave here, and return to his room.
Zhao Zhen quickly realized that he was sitting in front of a dressing mirror. The mirror was old-fashioned, with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water that was very popular in the last century in the upper corner. Reflected in the mirror was the tender but beautiful face of a young girl.
The girl was obviously not yet an adult, and her pretty face still had a little baby fat, but her face was already heavily made up.
She carefully shaved her face with a fine line, removing the tiny hairs that made her look girlish, and applied a thick layer of overly white foundation on her smooth face. Her newly shaved eyebrows were trimmed into curved willow-like eyebrows, and her beautiful almond eyes were painted with thick eyeliner. The elongated tails of her eyes made the girl look prematurely mature. Her lips were as red as blood, like a peach that had been ripened early.
Zhao Zhen was very sure that this was not his face, and he had never seen the owner of this face.
Who is this? Why is it that I am sitting here, but there is someone else in the mirror?
Besides...
Zhao Zhen frowned, feeling that something seemed a little wrong.
The heavily made-up girl wore a red long skirt in the old style, a red silk shirt with a red robe embroidered with auspicious patterns, a shawl on her shoulders, and a precious long pearl necklace and gold and jade jewelry around her neck. The girl's thick black hair was combed into a newlywed hairstyle, with gold head ornaments on it, making her look rich and festive.
But through the other parts of the room reflected in the mirror, Zhao Zhen could see that the family was not wealthy.
The house was bare, with black mold on the walls, old and dusty beams, and a piece of tattered and dirty cloth hung randomly to separate the bed. There wasn't a single decent piece of furniture in the room.
However, even though she came from such a poor family, the girl was covered in jewels.
Moreover, the dressing table is much newer than the room, as if it had just been moved into the house.
Whether it is the red cloth hanging everywhere in the room or the red cut-out flowers with the word "囍" pasted on the windows, they all indicate that the girl is waiting to get married in her room.
Zhao Zhen was a little puzzled. Why did the girl want to get married at such a young age? She was even wearing such beautiful clothes, which was out of tune with the shabby and poor surroundings. Could it be that the man she was going to marry was rich?
But the most important thing is, the girl who was getting married was a stranger, so why was he sitting in front of the mirror!
He is a 30-year-old man, and he doesn't want to marry a groom whose identity he doesn't even know! What's going on?
Zhao Zhen roared desperately in his heart, but his brain could not control his body at all. He couldn't even open his mouth, let alone make any sound.
……etc.
Zhao Zhen suddenly realized something.
He discovered that the girl was not sitting on the chair by her own strength, but was leaning crookedly on the chair back, her breathing was very weak, and her hands were resting weakly on her legs, without even the ability to grasp.
And on the dressing table, there was an empty medicine bottle lying askew.
Is it because of the medicine that I have no strength?
Zhao Zhen's mood became more serious because of this discovery.
Although the girl was not old enough to get married, Zhao Zhen did not think too much about it. He just wondered why he was in the girl's body, but he also respected her choice. After all, the girl's life was her own. If she chose to get married at this age, then as a complete stranger, Zhao Zhen felt that he had no right to judge the girl.
However, this premise is that the girl is willing to marry.
Zhao Zhen has never seen a bride who would drink medicine that would make her whole body weak before getting married!
Did the girl drink it of her own will? How is that possible!
For a moment, he didn't have time to think about what was going on. Why did he, who was supposed to be sleeping in bed, appear in a strange and poor house, and even now he was a girl who was about to get married.
Zhao Zhen clenched his teeth, his brain desperately urging his body to move, wanting to stand up from the chair or even leave the room.
This is ridiculous! She is so young and married against her will. He will never allow the girl to get married like this!
No matter why he is here, this is illegal and wrong!
Out of Zhao Zhen's will, he finally moved his palm after gritting his teeth and exerting all his strength.
It was not known whether it was because the drug the girl drank was too strong, or because Zhao Zhen’s soul should not have appeared in someone else’s body, but just raising his arm almost exhausted all of Zhao Zhen’s strength, leaving him breathless from exhaustion.
When Zhao Zhen raised his hand, he glanced at the hand in front of him. It was no longer his original broad-boned hands that were obviously those of a man, but a white and slender girl's hand.
The girl's bright red nails create a striking and strong visual impact against her fair skin; the contrast between red and white is heart-pounding.
But just as Zhao Zhen put his hands on the handles of the chair, trying to support himself and leave the room, or even leave the wedding scene, the sounds of noise and laughter that had been outside the house since the beginning quickly came from far away and came in through the window.
There seemed to be a lot of people outside, both men and women, and they were all talking happily: "Although the girl is useless, Yang Laosan is lucky this time. The clan leader is really good to him. His family has made so many mistakes, but the clan leader is willing to let his daughter marry the land god."
"That's right. Girls are all money-losing goods. We raise them for more than ten years and once they get married, they become the daughter-in-law of another family. We have wasted so much money over the years. But this girl from Yang Laosan's family can actually get so much money after marrying the land god. Yang Laosan is so happy that he is crazy."
"Fortunately, Yang Laosan has two daughters. Otherwise, if the eldest daughter ran away, there would be no way to make up for it."
"The second girl was originally going to marry the fool from the clan's family, right? The clan leader originally said that after a few years when the second girl grew up, he would let her marry the god of the land, so that the two sisters could marry the same person, which would be a good story like Ehuang and Nvying. But it turned out that it was because the second girl was so beautiful at such a young age that the fool from the clan's family fell in love with her at first sight. He cried and made a fuss and insisted on marrying her. The clan leader couldn't persuade him, so he gave the clan leader a piece of good land, and the clan leader agreed to let the second girl marry him."
"That's right. Originally, the second girl's wedding date was set, just a few months after her elder sister's wedding. But unexpectedly, her elder sister turned out to be such a person who violated morals! She even ran off with someone from Jia Village next door. It's so embarrassing!"
"Fortunately, there is the second girl as a substitute, otherwise this matter would be ruined, and the land god would be so angry!"
"But Yang Laosan has finally gotten his wish. Even though he didn't have a son in the past ten years, he will have a new wife once he gets the money. Didn't the clan leader say so? The ancestors even told him in their dreams that as long as Yang Laosan pays for his sins, he will be able to have a son."
"It will definitely work this time. It's all because of Yang Laosan's bad mother that she passed the bad luck to Yang Laosan, causing him to marry a wife who can't have children. Now that my mother and I have sent gifts to apologize, the land god will surely calm down."
"Speaking of the new daughter-in-law, has Yang Laosan started to look at her?"
"I've checked. Didn't a cousin from another village say a few days ago that his nephew, who is a high-ranking official, has a very nice girl in his workplace who is a perfect match for Yang Lao San. They said she would be sent over in the next two days. I've seen her photo. The girl is very pretty. I heard she's educated. She looks like she'll give birth to a son."
"Yang Laosan's family is so blessed. When I got married, no one helped me pay for it."
"Hehe, the second girl is a beautiful child, but it's a pity that she was just sent away like this, and she didn't even have a chance to have fun with the young men in the village."
"Look at what you said, don't let anyone else hear it. Hey, it's not like it hasn't happened before, it has happened! You just didn't see it, those breasts and buttocks. That feeling, tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity that you were not there at the time."
"Many of us are very comfortable, but you are not here because you are out shopping for wedding things. Cousin, you are unlucky."
…
The conversations overlapped with each other, buzzing like flies, making it difficult for Zhao Zhen to distinguish what was said in each sentence.
But fortunately, the dressing table was right next to the window. When Zhao Zhen frowned and tried hard to hear clearly, he still vaguely heard a lot.
The eldest daughter? The second daughter? What marriage god? Why is there a land god in this?
The more Zhao Zhen listened, the more confused he became. He had no idea what was going on.
Unlike Yan Shixun, who got a lot of information from the village party secretary's family indirectly, Zhao Zhen just vaguely felt something was wrong, as if his subconscious was reminding him that there was danger lurking.
However, human instinct is to resist danger and ignore the warnings the body sends to oneself.
Even though Zhao Zhen was a little confused, he just regarded it as a sequelae of being an actor for too long and having too many random thoughts, so he did not delve into it further.
While Yan Shixun was talking to the village party secretary and asking Yang Han about the situation, Zhao Zhen was concentrating on recording the program with other guests and was not distracted by other things.
What's more, Zhao Zhen didn't know what the breakfast shop owner Yang Guang had said to Yan Shixun.
So the more he listened to the conversations outside, the more confused he became, and he had no idea what was going on.
However, the one or two obscene laughs mixed in still made Zhao Zhen frown uncomfortably.
As a man, although he devotes himself to his career and his love of acting, he has heard many men around him have such reactions while growing up. He knows too well what this emotion represents.
Comments like that to a little girl who is not even an adult yet? What the hell!
If Zhao Zhen was still in his normal state, he would be willing to walk directly to the person who said that and laughed imaginatively, and directly warn that person to put away those dirty thoughts. But the fact is that he is now trapped in the body of a young girl, and his limbs are completely powerless. Even getting up from the chair takes almost all of his strength.
Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth. The drug-induced sweating left a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but he still forced himself to stand up, staggeringly holding onto the dressing table and the wall, trying to support his body, which became breathless at the slightest movement, and leave the room.
What marriage? Fuck marriage!
Zhao Zhen's heart was filled with rage. He swore that if he was now in the familiar appearance he was in, he would definitely catch the person who dared to feed the medicine, punch that person twice, and then report the evidence directly to the authorities.
How dare they force a child who is not even an adult? What a bunch of scumbags!
However, the fact is that Zhao Zhen couldn't even walk out of this room.
After walking a few steps, Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth and held himself to the window facing the back, wanting to flip out of the window and find a chance to escape. However, his weak fingers couldn't even open the window latch, let alone flip out of the window.
What's worse is that, as if the time had come, people outside rushed to the door and pushed it open.
Then he saw the girl standing by the window at the back, trying to escape.
The leading group of women, mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, who were dressed in festive red clothes, exclaimed and hurried over. They stretched out their strong arms that had been used up in years of heavy farm work, and lifted up the girl from left to right. They helped the bride back to the dressing table and forced her to sit on the chair.
Zhao Zhen held his breath and tried hard to break free from the arms of the two elderly women in front of him, but he didn't move at all.
The wrinkled face of the grandmother did not appear kind and amiable like an old woman. Her face was painted extremely white and her eyebrows were drawn as thick as coal. She looked like a dead person with makeup on, hideous and terrifying.
Zhao Zhen looked up and saw the mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law surrounding him, lowering their heads and opening their bloody mouths, talking to him in a flurry.
"Second Miss, don't blame your aunt for her harsh words. It's your blessing to marry the God of Land, but don't be shameless! What did you want to do just now? Do you want to be like your sister? You are embarrassing your father!"
"Yes, Second Miss, this is a good marriage. Think about it, you won't have to worry about worship in the future, everyone will come to you to offer incense! This is a blessing that other families can't even ask for, don't be ungrateful for what you have!"
"Where can you run to? Do you think you are Yang Hua, the vixen who has bewitched Yang Guang from the next village, and who is so obsessed with her that he obeys her every word and even elopes with her? Forget it! No one can save you!"
"Hey, Duo'er, listen to your aunt's advice. I'm an experienced person and I know you like Yang Han from the next village. But don't wait any longer. Give up. He won't come, and he won't take you away. Yang Han's father is a well-known man and he won't allow Yang Han to do something that would insult his family."
"Don't be too scared. You will know later. This is for your own good. How many women who gave birth to sons cannot have their names buried in the ancestral tombs or written into the family tree. When you marry him, your name will be on the family tree, which is a great honor. For a woman, what is more important than sons and incense? You will have someone to burn incense for you in the future, which other women may not have."
"Don't even think about running away. Where can you run to? If you miss the auspicious time, be careful that the land god will blame you. Then your father will be angry with you too."
"Yes, Yang Duo, please don't be ungrateful..."
Zhao Zhen looked at the bloody mouths opening and closing in front of him, and seemed to see countless monsters opening their mouths, wanting to swallow the girl's young life.
There was blood and flesh everywhere, and wronged souls were everywhere, but no one could escape.
However, thanks to the fact that some of these older women spoke in unpleasant tones and called the girl by her name and accused her in a condescending manner, Zhao Zhen actually knew the girl's name.
Yang Duo.
But who is Yang Guang? The name Yang Han also seems familiar, where have you heard it before?
Zhao Zhen frowned.
Suddenly, as if a flash of inspiration had come to his mind, he, who had experienced the danger that the previous program crew encountered at Wild Wolf Peak, suddenly jumped out of his normal thinking and found the answer that could explain his current situation in another area that science had never explored.
——Could it be that I have lost my soul?
Zhao Zhen was originally an atheist, but after being chased by a giant rat in a mountain temple and almost dying, he began to pay attention to this aspect. And because of all the strange things about Yan Shixun, he began to believe that ghosts and gods exist in the world.
So, he suddenly realized that his soul might have left his body after he fell asleep and entered the body of this girl.
But if that's the case, where did the girl's original soul go?
Zhao Zhen was not Yan Shixun, and he had only heard superficial things about many things, and vaguely knew that such things might happen. But as for the exact situation and the truth, he had no idea at all.
I don’t know how to save myself.
Zhao Zhen could only watch helplessly as the mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law pressed him against the dressing table, unable to break free.
Through the paper-pasted windows, orange-red rays of light shone through from outside.
It's already dusk.
"It's time, it's time!" The mothers-in-law surrounding the bride clapped their hands and laughed happily.
On their thick, pale faces, wrinkles accumulated layer by layer because of smiling, and white powder fell off their faces.
The originally pale face was now covered with wrinkles, and lines had lost their whiteness, just like cracks spreading on a piece of porcelain.
Weird and creepy.
Zhao Zhen quickly turned his head away, not wanting to look at the faces of these older women anymore.
But they were still shouting: "The auspicious time has come! The bride is getting married!"
"The bride is getting married, marrying the gods!"
"Please bless the Yang family and Wangzi Village for good weather and good harvests year after year!"
Inside and outside the house, there were voices of response one after another.
Women were shouting auspicious words in sharp voices, and there were many people clapping and cheering. These noisy sounds mixed together, and the suona, gongs and drums sounded together, with high pitched and lively tones, just like the lively scene of an ordinary wedding.
However, Zhao Zhen could feel the despair and sadness spreading from the depths of his heart.
The strong middle-aged daughter-in-law took Zhao Zhen's arm, forcibly supported the girl's weak body due to the drugs she was fed, and took him out of the door.
A middle-aged man stood at the door, smiling happily at the girl: "Duo'er, I didn't expect that you would make your father proud in the end! Your sister is a waste, an ungrateful person! I raised her for so many years in vain, and she just ran off with another man, damn it!"
"But this is good, now I have money to buy a new wife. Don't worry, Duo'er, now that you have a brother, our family will have a successor. When I go to burn incense during the New Year, I will definitely tell you the good news. You will be very happy too."
Another mother-in-law came forward with a smile and placed the red veil in her hand on the girl's hair.
The red cloth slowly fell down, blocking the girl's vision.
The last look she took at the world was the blood-red sky outside the door.
The setting sun was blood red, splashing across the entire village. The people crowded in the yard were also dyed blood red, and everyone's smiling face seemed to be soaked in blood.
Finally, the red veil fell off.
The girl's vision turned completely blood red.
Zhao Zhen was carried out of the room helplessly. The freedom he had been looking forward to the moment before now became the road to hell and death.
He tried desperately to struggle backwards, but he had no strength in his body. He could only drag his legs and move forward with the strength of his middle-aged wife who was supporting him on both sides.
With every step he took, he felt a tearing pain in his lower body, which made him sweat profusely and he could hardly move his legs.
Despair and helplessness overwhelmed Zhao Zhen.
It seemed that at this moment, he was no longer the actor Zhao Zhen, but had become the girl Yang Duo.
She was locked in the woodshed. Her helpless cries and desperate requests for help did not bring anyone to save her, but only brought her grinning young men.
She waited for many days and nights in fear and pain, but in the end all her expectations were dashed. In the end even her soul became numb. All her original pleading and crying accumulated in her heart, turning into resentment and anger.
The village mother-in-law and daughter-in-law brought her home from the woodshed, painted her eyebrows and lips, and dressed her in a beautiful wedding dress and expensive jewelry.
These might have been her expectations when she was a child. She once naively stood on tiptoe and shyly but boldly asked a young man if he was willing to marry her.
However, when the bridal robe and golden jade really fell on her, all these became the announcement of her death, and became the last straw that crushed all her expectations for the world, the village and her loved ones.
——She hated this world.
Zhao Zhen was in a trance, the sound of suona was ringing in his ears, the sound of gongs and drums was celebrating joyfully, and everyone's congratulations, cheers and laughter became the best accompaniment of the joy.
However, these made him seem to lose all ability to think, and his brain became muddled and confused.
He no longer wondered why he appeared here, why he was wearing a phoenix crown and a bridal robe, and why his soul was in the body of a girl who was about to get married. He no longer thought about how to escape from here.
He seemed to have completely integrated into this place and become a member of the village.
He is the girl Yang Duo.
Because his sister eloped with someone else, he was used by the clan leader to replace his sister and marry the land god instead of his sister. However, this also ended the secret and immature love in his heart for several years and completely severed the beautiful memories of him and the boy he loved.
And because of his marriage, his father will get a sum of money, which will allow him to marry a new wife and have a new son.
Everybody was happy except him.
Everyone was happy for him and congratulated each other joyfully, saying that he was blessed and that his father was blessed.
But he was the only one filled with despair.
Today is his wedding day, and his groom is the god of land.
When the sun sets and the moon is about to rise, it is the evening ceremony.
The sun submerged the entire village into a sea of blood, and when he raised his head, all he saw was red.
As red as blood.
That was the last image engraved in his eyes.
The wedding sedan swayed as it passed through the village. On both sides were mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law dressed in red. They smiled and sang sacrificial blessings to congratulate the land god who was about to get married.
The sedan chair landed in front of the land temple, and he was helped out and forced to kneel on the ground with his head held down.
Kowtow, kowtow again.
Zhao Zhen's vision was hazy and distorted. He could only see pairs of shoes on the ground and the ground approaching and moving away from the bottom of the red veil.
The smell of incense lingered in front of his nose, pungent and choking.
The head hit the ground dizzily with a "bang".
Then he was lifted up by his arms.
But Zhao Zhen no longer had the strength to resist. Even the world before his eyes was twisting and spinning, as if he was looking at a shattered world through broken glass.
All the light and shadows were refracted at strange angles, the images overlapped and intertwined, and the laughter and congratulations in my ears seemed so distant that they seemed to be separated by decades.
Under the red veil, the shoes began to fade and rot from bottom to top, and the originally shiny floor tiles became cracked, shabby and ugly.
Zhao Zhen even had hallucinations in his trance. He seemed to see that the villagers who flashed through the gaps in the red veil had turned into skeletons. The entire skeleton suddenly collapsed on the spot and turned into a pile of shattered bones that splashed dust.
But when he blinked slowly and looked again, there was no bone in his body. The villagers were still clapping and cheering.
Then, he felt someone lifting him up from the ground, with such force that his feet left the ground and he was directly in the air.
A corner of the black coffin appeared from the gap in the red veil.
Zhao Zhen's slow and rusty brain suddenly realized what this group of people wanted to do.
He raised his head in panic, and his limp body struggled desperately, trying to use his last bit of strength to resist the person next to him.
"No, don't."
Zhao Zhen heard himself talking, but as soon as the words came out, they turned into the desperate and frightened voice of a young girl, with tears in her tender voice: "What are you going to do? No, I don't want it! Let me go!"
However, the girl, who had no strength left, even made a sound as weak as a mosquito's whistle, which was drowned out by the sound of the suona.
No one heard, no one cared.
Someone picked him up by the waist and threw him down heavily.
Zhao Zhen felt as if his internal organs were displaced and the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe for a long time.
Then, he felt the light coming through the red veil becoming dimmer and dimmer.
At the same time, I could hear the sound of wood rubbing against each other.
The laughter and cheers of the villagers outside, along with the sounds of suona, gongs and drums, were gradually fading away. All the sounds seemed distant and vague as if they were separated from another world.
Zhao Zhen suddenly realized what was happening.
coffin.
Those people threw him into the coffin and then closed the lid!
His confused brain, out of surprise and anger, finally seemed to have broken through some limitations and regained the ability to think.
Did those people mean to marry the God of Land? They actually wanted to bury this girl named Yang Duo alive! They fed the girl drugs, forced her to marry the God of Land, and then put her in a coffin... But she was still alive! She was still breathing, crying, and begging desperately!
Listen to her begging and don't treat her like this!
Anger rose from Zhao Zhen's heart, and strength suddenly returned to his body.
He tore off the red veil covering his face, then stretched out his arms upward, trying to push away the coffin board above his head.
But.
“Ding, ding, ding…”
Long nails were hammered into the coffin one by one, nailing the four corners of the coffin tightly. Molten iron was poured into the gaps between the wooden boards, sealing the coffin completely without leaving any gaps or air.
It was too late for Zhao Zhen.
He could only watch helplessly as he was trapped in the cramped and small coffin. In the airtight space, the air was so thin that even his angry shouts and cries for help could not be heard.
Still alive! The person in the coffin is still alive! They can't do this!
Zhao Zhen wanted to say that this was illegal and wanted those people outside to stop, but his voice could only echo in the coffin.
He was the only one who heard it.
The girl cried and begged desperately.
She randomly called out "sister", "brother Yang Guang", and "brother Yang Han".
She begged her father and mother, and cried and begged the clan leader and uncles to let her out and not lock her up here.
She will be good and you can ask her to do anything, but don't lock her up here.
The thick wooden boards blocked out all the outside sounds. Although the girl was still alive, she was in a deathly silence, and the only sound she could hear was herself.
The coffin was lifted up and then dropped back down.
Spadefuls of dirt were dropped on top of the coffin, making tiny clinking sounds.
The girl cried out in panic, but it was no use.
In the hot and narrow coffin, she stretched out her hands and kept grabbing the surrounding wooden boards, trying to find a gap that would allow her to escape. Even though her nails were split, the blood did not stop flowing along her fingers.
The girl shouted until her voice was hoarse, but the thick soil eventually covered everything.
There was no more sound.
Also lost was the air.
The girl cried until her tears ran dry, and finally tears of blood flowed from her eyes.
She stopped begging.
She began to feel resentful, and all her anger and resentment began to boil and brew inside her.
In the coffin, during her final moments, all the emotions of her life were engraved firmly on her soul.
She hated her sister. If her sister hadn't run away, she wouldn't have been married to the land god to replace her sister. She shouldn't have been buried here!
She hated Yang Guang, the boy whom she once happily called brother, who had clearly vowed to her that as long as she helped cover for him and his sister to leave, he would come back soon and take her away with him.
However, the young man who had been her brother for more than ten years never came back, not even once!
She spent days and nights in the woodshed anxiously and expectantly, the sun rose and set, but Yang Guang did not come back to take her away, so all her expectations turned into disappointment, and hope turned into despair.
Yang Guang spoke out of turn, he is a liar!
She hated Yang Han. He had clearly promised to marry her, so why did he watch her marry someone else? She had cried so miserably, so why didn't Yang Han appear in front of her once and take her away like Yang Guang took her sister away?
She hates her father and mother.
She hated the clan leader and elders in the village, as well as all the uncles, aunts, and mothers-in-law who stood by and watched...
It was them who watched her die and turned a deaf ear to her cries and pleas.
They all watched with a smile as she was thrown into the coffin and buried there, not allowed to leave.
No one, no one heard her voice!
No one came to save her!
The increasingly thin air in the coffin caused the girl's thinking to slow down and her brain to stop thinking.
However, she kept scratching the wooden boards around her, and she bit her lips until blood came out, flowing along her skin and staining her wedding dress red.
She desperately stretched out her hands, wanting to move upwards, wanting to leave...
Let me out, I'm still alive, I'm still breathing and my heart is beating.
Don't abandon me.
No, let me die here alone...
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Zhao Zhen suddenly took a deep breath, and his brain, which had been gradually sinking into the depths of consciousness, began to function again.
The desperate and resentful cries of the girls no longer rang in his ears, and the figures of the villagers and old friends who flashed by were no longer in front of his eyes.
He opened his eyes and found himself in pitch darkness with the wooden board of the coffin above his head.
Zhao Zhen's hands touched his body and surroundings and found scratches all over the wooden board.
Then, when his hand touched something cold and chilly, he suddenly froze.
Goose bumps spread upwards along the skin of his palms, and every hair on Zhao Zhen's body stood up.
He realized what he held in his hand.
——It’s the hand bones of a dead person.
There is no flesh and blood, only a cold and smooth piece of bone.
Zhao Zhen's whole body stiffened, and he turned his head little by little to look to his side.
In the darkness, he saw the owner of the hand bone next to him gradually emitting a bright red light, allowing him to see everything in the coffin clearly.
——It was a corpse wearing a bright red wedding dress. All the flesh and blood had rotted away, leaving only a pale skeleton shrouded in red light.
What Zhao Zhen had just unconsciously grabbed was the hand bone of the corpse.
He and a corpse were lying in the same cramped coffin. Due to the small space, there was not even a gap in between. The only thing separating them was clothes.
His body was next to a person who had been dead for a long time.
After seeing clearly what it was, Zhao Zhen took a breath of cold air, and immediately threw the hand bone in his hand away as if he had been electrocuted, then desperately shrank to the other side, trying to stay as far away from the corpse as possible.
But in such a small space, where can he hide, clinging to the wooden board?
The pale hand bones gently fell on the blood-red wedding dress sleeves, the finger bones suddenly bent, and then they were lifted up and gently placed on the abdomen of the corpse.
Like a peaceful sleeping posture.
In the blood-red light, Zhao Zhen watched as the skeleton's skull slowly moved towards him.
The dark eye sockets no longer had beautiful eyeballs, only blood-red light falling into them, like rippling blood. The originally beautiful and tender face had long since decayed into blood, and finally turned into pale bones, making it impossible to tell the face.
Under the gaze of those eye sockets
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