She was alive and well a few months ago, but now she has entered into a ghost marriage with her fiancé. Doesn't this mean that she is dead?
This made everyone curious.
The waiter continued, "A few months ago, Mr. Zhang's youngest daughter got engaged to Yu Zhengpin from the town. Although Yu Zhengpin was not very good at studying and never passed the exam, he was still a scholar after all."
"Mr. Zhang originally thought that since he was a talented and gentle man, marrying his youngest daughter to him would be a good choice. However, unexpectedly..."
"What?"
The big man asked.
"A while ago, a widow came to our town. She was pretty and wealthy. She bought a house in the east of the town and settled down there."
"What has this got to do with the widow?"
"Don't worry, sir. Let me explain slowly."
"The widow lived in the house for ten days or so, and somehow she hooked up with Yu Zhengpin! If Yu Zhengpin had done this secretly, no one would have said anything even if a few people knew about it. But he stayed in the widow's house all day, and went in and out of the house day and night."
"There are such bastards!?" The men were furious.
Since they are about to get married, even the most romantic ones would know to restrain themselves a little. But Yu Zhengpin was so blatant, as if he was afraid that others would not know.
"Yes, the Zhang family heard the gossip. The youngest daughter of the Zhang family was spoiled since she was a child, and her temper was a bit unruly. When she heard that her fiancé lived in the widow's house every day and that there was something unclear going on, she took the servants and rushed to the widow's house to arrest him."
"Did you catch it?"
"Probably not. The youngest daughter of the Zhang family brought the servants into the widow's house and asked the servants to wait in the yard. She went into the widow's room, closed the door, and did something unknown. In the end, she came out alone."
"I didn't even ask the servants to beat those bastards out!"
"She really didn't do that. After she came out, she stumbled ahead as if she had lost her soul, all the way to the small river in the town. She walked by the river without saying a word, and the servants followed behind her without daring to make a sound. Unexpectedly, the little daughter of the Zhang family suddenly jumped into the river!"
"Ah!" The men widened their eyes, lightly covering their lips with a look of surprise.
"That small river is the only river in our town, and it just reaches here." The waiter stretched out his hand and pointed to his chest.
"Except for naughty children, it is difficult to drown people."
"But when the servant jumped into the water and rescued the Zhang family's little daughter, she was already dead!"
"This...he's dead now?"
"yes……"
The waiter suddenly looked around, the candlelight reflected on his face, forming a dim halo.
He lowered his voice mysteriously and said, "I guess he encountered a dirty thing and got possessed by evil spirits!"
After a while, a man handed him a cup of tea to moisten his throat.
"Mr. Zhang's family loved this little daughter very much. Now she died suddenly. She was also involved in an affair with Yu Zhengpin and an ambiguous relationship with the widow. I was so angry that I almost lay down on the bed."
"Forcing Yu Zhengpin to marry his youngest daughter."
"But his little daughter is dead." someone said.
"Yes, that's why there is this ghost marriage tonight."
The long-drawn sounds of suona and drums on the street gradually got closer.
Since it was a ghost marriage, the suona and drums were all played in odd numbers, which was not as lively as the sounds of the instruments played in pairs during a formal marriage.
It's clearly a festive and uplifting tune, but there's a sense of desolation and loneliness in it.
Luo Zheyu tilted his head and listened attentively.
The black dog was now sticking to Luo Zheyu, lying on the ground, staring at the tip of his nose with his eyes open.
It seemed to know that quiet was needed at this time and it was not appropriate to bark.
The little zombie sat on the other side of Luo Zheyu, his dark eyes looking straight ahead, his hands spread out, palms facing down, placed neatly on his knees.
"Can I open a window and take a look?"
Luo Zheyu suddenly asked.
"Eh? Ok, sure. If you're really curious... it's okay to take a look." The waiter replied stutteringly.
Luo Zheyu slightly raised a corner of the wooden window, sat by the window and looked out.
In the darkness of night, people lined up in three rows and walked in a long queue on the empty and deserted street.
The man in the lead was dressed as a groom, wearing a bright red wedding suit. He looked very happy, but had a bitter look on his face, with fear and reluctance in his eyes. He was sitting on a tall, dark red horse with a big red flower made of red silk tied on its chest, and the horse carried him forward.
On both sides stood several people wearing pure white mourning clothes, carrying baskets in their hands. As they walked, they took something out of the basket and threw it on the street.
Looking closely, they were pieces of light white paper money thrown in the air, floating in the air, and swirling in the strange wind, slowly falling to the ground and being stepped on by people.
Behind the groom was a red sedan chair carried by eight people. Eight people were carrying the sedan chair hung with red silk. They walked lightly and showed no expression on their faces.
There were people following on both sides of the sedan chair, some playing suona, some beating drums, some leading the way, and even a matchmaker.
They were all dressed in red and green, festive clothes, but there was no smile on their faces.
The moon with rough edges hung high in the sky, shining its light on these people. The wind was also out of direction and swirling.
They came from one end of the street, then walked slowly to the other end, turned a corner, and gradually disappeared from sight. None of them spoke, and there was no other sound except the sound of drums, suona, footsteps, and bells on the horses' necks.
"...It looks so scary." Ming Xin's voice came from above his head.
He also went to the window and watched the wedding procession through the gap.
"Master, you are a Taoist priest, and yet you look scary?" A female voice pretending to be rough sounded above Ming Xin's head.
"I'm scared for you." Ming Xin quietly rested his chin on Luo Zheyu's head and answered seriously.
"Are you not afraid?"
He asked back.
"I'm really scared."
The man spoke in a thin voice.
"It makes me feel creepy just looking at it..."
"I got goosebumps all over my body."
"Is there really someone sitting in that sedan?"
"Yes, they are getting married, how could there be no one in the sedan chair?"
"Ah...sister, please don't scare me!"
"What are you thinking about? The person sitting in the sedan chair must be holding the tablet of the deceased youngest daughter of the Zhang family!"
"I see."
From above my head I could hear the voices of men and women talking at once. The men's voices were shrill and soft, while the women's were hoarse and rough.
Luo Zheyu felt as if there was some extra weight on his head and stood up suddenly.
"Ouch!"
"Hey there!"
"Oh, I bit my tongue!"
"Oh, it hurts so much..."
Everyone had gathered in front of the window, looking out through the open gap, with their heads stacked on top of each other, leaning upright next to the window. At this moment, Luo Zheyu suddenly stood up straight, causing everyone's heads to hit their chins, and their chins to hit their heads, causing waves of pain.
Ming Xin rubbed his chin, tears welling up in his eyes.
Luo Zheyu was not afraid of pain. He was a zombie, his body was hard and invulnerable to swords and guns, let alone such a small collision.
After glancing at everyone, Luo Zheyu, holding the little zombie in one hand and waving at the black dog with the other, turned and went into the guest room, leaving a group of people in the lobby who were holding their chins and touching their heads and screaming in pain.
…………
Early the next morning, everyone gathered in the lobby of the inn. They were in a hurry to travel, so they should have packed up neatly and been ready to go at any time, but now the scene was a mess.
Luo Zheyu sat on the chair and handed the little zombie a wooden comb.
The little zombie took it, pinched the wooden comb with his sharp black nails, and combed his braids clumsily and stiffly.
The black dog had a focused look on his face, staring at the little zombie's every move, his head moving with his movements.
Mingxin was still snoring in the room at this time.
"Oh! Where is my hairpin? Where did you throw my silver hairpin?" The bearded man raised his index finger, covered his lips with one hand, and screamed.
"What silver hairpin?" The woman opposite, with her hair tied up casually and wearing a lotus pink long dress, frowned and asked.
"That was originally on my head! It was still there last night, where did you throw it?!"
"Do you have such a hairpin on your head?" The woman looked confused.
"some!"
"No, I have to go find it with you!"
"You, why did you come out like this!" A shrill sound came out from the thick voice.
"What about me?"
"Your clothes are disheveled and your hair is messy. You've gone too far!"
“…”
"Come on, I'll help you dress up!"
Such scenes kept happening in the lobby. The waiter stood there frozen with a rag in his hand, staring in amazement at the men who were looking at the women critically and even combing their hair again.
I started to doubt life.
"Brother!" the driver stretched out his hand.
"Brother!" The big man reached out and shook the driver's hand.
"Luckily it's you!"
The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with tears of emotion and happiness, and everything was expressed without words.
By the time everyone had finished packing, it was almost noon.
Donkeys and horses were led out from the backyard of the inn, and pedestrians passed by in twos and threes on the street, and their conversations inadvertently fell into the ears of everyone.
"Hey, did you know that Yu Zhengpin died last night?"
"Yu Zhengpin? Who is that?"
"It's the one who had the ghost marriage last night..."
"Hey, that person, how could he die?"
"I heard that he died of bleeding from all seven orifices... The bride is here to claim her life..."
As the pedestrians walked away, the sound gradually faded away.
As they looked at each other, a chill ran down their spines.
“Eh…”
Ming Xin looked thoughtfully in the direction where the suona sound last stopped last night.
"Want to go and take a look?" Luo Zheyu asked, standing beside him.
"think!"
"Then let's go together."
In that direction, there was a lingering evil aura that had not yet dissipated.
Although I don’t know if it’s a ghost taking lives as people are discussing, it is definitely related to ghosts.
The author has something to say: There is really no CP, no ambiguity, don’t be afraid, just hold me tight!
I forgot the Thunder List again... I will definitely not forget it tomorrow!
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