C6

After this incident, I didn't dare to go back to bed alone. My father had no choice but to settle down with the two elders. He brought out a new blanket from the back room, and the two of them squeezed together and turned out the lights.

But even so, the feeling of being watched by others and having a cold feeling on my back had not disappeared. It still made me feel uncomfortable.

According to the past experience with ghost movies, there was a high chance that they were unclean.

He used the quilt to wrap himself up into a ball, only exposing his nose and eyes to carefully observe his surroundings. Unknowingly, his eyelids began to twitch, and he fell asleep in a daze.

After sleeping for a long time, I was woken up by my father. I hazily looked out the window, but there was still no sun at the horizon. There was only a hint of fish-belly white.

My dad didn't say anything in a hurry. He just said that whatever was coming would come, and hiding would be useless. He might as well finish what he had to do and maybe enjoy himself. While I was dressing, I asked my father where he was going so early in the morning, and my father said, Go to the graveyard where you were going.

My hand went stiff, and my drowsiness was swept away. He paused for a moment, then slowly began to put on his clothes.

It was a cold autumn morning, and I wasn't wearing anything too thick. I was freezing. My father kept walking with his head down, and when I asked him if I wanted to call the two elders, he didn't say anything.

By this time, the crops had just been harvested, and the fields were filled with bare poles and a large field of rice sprouts that had just been harvested from the crops. I followed my father into the bran field. The hard leaves of the bracts hurt my hands and face, but looking at my father's serious expression, I didn't dare to speak. The rustling of the leaves on the bracts and the sound of the broken stalks of the crops were all around them. The silence between the heaven and earth was terrifying.

My hands and face were itchy and sore from the bracts, but the old man had told me that I couldn't scratch, that scars would fall, so I resisted the urge to scratch.

Behind the rice field was a vast expanse of flat land. In front of the flat land was the graveyard. My father led me through the cemetery. It was already cold in the fall and even colder in the cemetery. Several times, I wanted to turn around and run home, but I resisted.

It's the safest thing to go with my dad at the moment. What if I run back and run into the Wall-Hitting Ghost? And isn't it unforgivable to leave my father behind when you go back alone?

Furthermore, I have been suffering for the past two days until my nerves have weakened. If I don't resolve this now, I think that I will really have to marry someone.

Oh, the wedding of two ghosts.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, passed through a line of tombs. They arrived at a very imposing mausoleum, but there were no inscriptions or names on the mausoleum.

I was still looking at the grave when my father said to me, "Kneel down and kowtow."

I almost lost my sense of judgement, so I dropped to my knees mechanically and kowtowed stiffly, as my father had ordered me to do.

Dad took a small candle out of his pocket, lit it with a match, and dripped a few drops of wax onto a smoother stone to hold the wax in place.

Dad slowly kneeled in front of the small burning candle, put his hands together and murmured a few words, then he covered the flickering flame with his hands.

The originally bright yellow candle flame trembles and turns dark green. I nearly cried out, but my father stared at me, not daring to make a sound. He could only cover his mouth and stare wide-eyed at the faint cyan light emitted from the candle. The candle flickered twice and then went out with a plop.

My father's eyes were deep, and he sighed.

"Xiaochu, let's go back." His father stood up, his originally straight back was actually somewhat hunched. "It's not a blessing, it's a curse. A curse that can't be avoided."

"Dad, what happened?" I said, trembling.

Dad didn't say anything, just gave a long sigh.

After returning home, my father began to prepare, my family became a little quiet, and as the center of this incident, I had no idea what was going on.

Later, when I was peeling an orange for my grandmother, she accidentally let it slip. So the event prepared by his family was actually … Underworld marriage.

Later on, I rushed to my father for this matter, but my father had a serious look on his face.

He told me that we were now either married or dead.

If it was an underworld marriage, it could temporarily delay this evil ghost. This evil ghost had died for too long, ordinary people wouldn't be able to catch him. The only thing I can do now is to get married first, then slowly think of a way. The most important thing right now is to protect my life.

I was already worried, wasn't he my husband when I said nether marriage, why would he still kill me? Dad looked at me deeply and asked me if your future husband had run away from the marriage on the eve of it, would you also be furious?

I was speechless.

Father was right. Besides, I'm not dealing with a person, I'm dealing with a ghost. He can find me at a school thousands of kilometers away from the village. Where else can I hide?

I don't blame anyone but myself for not doing more in the past. Now that I've caused such a disaster, even my family has suffered alongside me.

With a long sigh, I could only sit and wait to be married.

The wedding naturally would not take place during the day, it could only take place at midnight. The two elders thought about it for a few days and decided that they couldn't delay this matter any longer. They should find the nearest time and marry that ghost as soon as possible.

So they told my dad about the calendar over and over again, the corners worn down, and finally decided that the wedding was set for midnight on Wednesday next week.

The wedding dress had already been delivered, and was made in an extremely delicate manner. It was a bright red satin cloth embroidered with exquisite circular patterns. The hood was embroidered with gold edges, and on it was a design of dragons and phoenixes. In the middle was still the large red pattern of the Resurrection Lily.

If the design on the other side of the river was replaced with a rich peony pattern, perhaps this really would be a perfect set of wedding clothes for an ancient bride.

It was late at night and I couldn't sleep. He reached out his hand to grab the phone to swipe his Weibo. He wanted to know when he was sleepy, but he suddenly felt something cold.

I shrieked and retracted my hand like lightning. My father rushed over with the flashlight. It shone, but there was nothing there.

"But …" Maybe I didn't have enough rest in the past two days, so my nerves are a bit weak. " I forced a smile. "It's fine, dad, go back to sleep."

My father looked at me and sighed. He patted me on the head and told me to go to bed early and get a good night's sleep. After the wedding, everything would be fine.

I nodded obediently, but I sighed inwardly.

It was precisely because of this nether marriage that his nerves were weakened.

When Dad left, the room was quiet again. I didn't dare to reach for my cell phone anymore, so I could only lie in bed and stare blankly. After an unknown period of time, they could hear what seemed to be the whispers of two people.