Around 3:30 a.m., the matchmaker's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "The bride is on the wedding carriage, and the sedan chair is being carried back to the mansion. May good fortune shine upon her all the way, and may she have a safe and smooth journey."
The shoes that were under the door had also disappeared.
I gestured for Su Mingyang to continue burning paper money, then pressed my ear against the door.
There was no sound coming from outside the door; it was deathly silent.
I listened quietly for about ten minutes before I was sure there was absolutely no sound outside.
But I can't guarantee whether those things have left or not.
Perhaps they are just standing quietly a meter behind the door, watching us.
"Old Chen, do you think those things were put away in the bridal sedan chair?"
Su Mingyang couldn't help but ask again in a low voice.
I shook my head and said I didn't know; maybe he left, maybe he didn't.
Su Mingyang looked at me, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
After a while, he slowly spoke: "Didn't you say you didn't have a [Earth Soul] and weren't afraid? Why don't you go out and take a look?"
I looked at him coldly: "I may not have emotions, but that doesn't mean I don't have a brain!"
Going out at this time is practically suicide.
It's like asking someone who has lost the ability to feel pain to put their hand into a meat grinder—would they be willing?
That night, Su Mingyang and I burned all the paper money, paper figures, and paper horses that we could burn in the storeroom.
Although there were ventilation vents overhead, it was still filled with smoke and fumes, making it impossible for us to tell whether it was day or night.
The thick smoke made us cough, tears and snot streamed down our faces, and we were having trouble breathing, but no one dared to open the door.
When Su Mingyang heard me say that incense ash could ward off evil spirits, he didn't mind getting dirty and smeared it on his face and body.
It wasn't until the shrill ring of our cell phones that we realized it was already eight in the morning.
It was Sister Wu calling.
"Chen Yan, you must come here right now! Old Liu is dead!"
Old Liu is dead?
Didn't he climb into the coffin and have sex last night?
How could someone just die like that?
"Good riddance!"
Su Mingyang's reaction was even stronger than mine: "This kind of beast who doesn't even spare the dead deserves this kind of end!"
After he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something, looked at me excitedly, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Old Chen, do you think that beast Liu Laoguan has been dragged off to be a ghost groom? If so, are we safe now? That ghost bride can't possibly want three wives and four concubines, can she?"
I said, "Go and see for yourself, you'll find out."
However, we didn't rush to open the door. Instead, we stood on Su Mingyang's shoulders as before to see if the matchmaker was still under the vent.
After not seeing the matchmaker, I lay on the ground and looked through the crack in the door for a long time, but I didn't see anyone. Only then did I carefully open the door.
Apart from the female corpse lying in the coffin, the wedding procession had disappeared, as if everything that happened last night was just our hallucination.
It seems those filthy things won't appear during the day.
I went to look at the female corpse again, wanting to see if she had left in a bridal sedan chair.
When I looked at it, I almost threw up.
Even Su Mingyang couldn't help but turn his head to the side and gag twice.
"What on earth happened to her last night? How did this place become so rotten?"
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