Husband and Wife Pay Respects—

"Regards,"

A sharp sound of a suona horn rang out in the vast valley, accompanied by the flapping wings of birds taking flight.

After I don't know how long, when I regained consciousness, my bones felt like they were burning in a pot of boiling oil. My teeth ached with the taste of bloody soil.

Sheng Ming painfully raised his head, just enough to see out of his nose and eyes. As he took in the surroundings, his pupils widened involuntarily, and he almost blurted out a curse.

Didn't you just get back to the hotel from Old Doctor's place? What in the world are these ragged white cloths and these standing wooden posts!

The wind picked up during the night, howling and whistling through the trees. A few bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a torrent of rain that finally woke Shengminghua from his sleep in the damp earth. He struggled to climb out, muttering curses under his breath.

Damn it, who the hell buried this? The ground stinks!

Sheng Minghua felt himself on the verge of breaking apart, those wounds tearing at his flesh with agonizing pain. His right hand and legs were buried deep in thick mud, making it impossible to move. With every step he took, he felt like he could hear the sound of his bones cracking.

Sheng Ming drew his head back, biting down hard on his own hair. With his left hand he clawed frantically forward, pulling himself along the ground.

This scene directly scared the little child who had just woken up not far away.

"Ah ah ah — Third brother, Third brother — there's a ghost!" The child was covered in mud, his face pale as he pointed at Sheng Minghua and screamed, "Third brother — Third brother — help me!"

Sheng Ming's scalp was full of black lines, struggling to pull out one strand, but he didn't expect the one on the right to be buried even deeper. With every tug, he felt like his hair was about to break off. He could only lower his head and grit his teeth, straining with all his might to continue pulling.

The kid across the way was still chattering away, and with the sudden clap of thunder, his terrified expression didn't improve much.

"Wow! The ghost came out, Big Bro save me!"

Sheng Minghua was so frightened that he lost his strength, faintly lifting his head. His long hair covered most of his face. The child being stared at could no longer hold back and cried out, "Wah!"

Sheng Ming's painting hadn't yet had time to clear his name when a sudden chill swept over him.

The difficult twist, bones making a crisp sound, Sheng Minghua was in pain and gritted his teeth.

I wanted to yell, but after a chill ran down my neck, I swallowed it back silently.

A razor-sharp, long sword was held straight across his neck. If it moved forward just one inch, his head would be rolling.

Along the length of the sword, upward, was a man in crimson, reeking of blood. He looked like a demon clawing its way out of hell, his face smeared with gore. His disheveled hair framed a pair of icy eyes that stared intently ahead.

Sheng Ming gasped, discovering a terrifying fact.

Oh my god, how come they are both wearing the same red wedding clothes? They must be a couple at first glance.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the sign in the distance with startling clarity.

The Tomb of King Zhennan and Queen Zhennan

Thinking back to the first sound he'd heard, Sheng Minghua felt like swearing. "Damn it!" he thought. Not only had he crossed over, but he was also in a forced marriage.

And now, the groom for her arranged marriage has also scammed her.

Oh, should say both ghosts are fake.

His face was pale with thought, and the sword, cold as ice, crept closer.

"Roll."

A cold, murderous voice rang out, and Sheng Minghua couldn't help but roll her eyes. She pointed at the half of her body buried in the ground.

“Big Ghost Brother, I really want to get out of here.”

When the man Zhou heard the nickname "Big Ghost Brother," his murderous aura grew even stronger. Even though he was now buried halfway in the dirt, Sheng Minghua had no doubt that he could swiftly and mercilessly cut off someone's throat.

"Third Brother—" Just moments ago, the little kid was crying and wailing. Seeing the man, his eyes lit up instantly. He used both tiny hands to dig at the dirt on the man's clothes.

"Third Brother, I knew you were alright. They all lied to Zhuoer." Everyone said Third Brother was dead, but he refused to believe it. He hid in the funeral procession and followed them all the way here.

The man's eyes flashed for a moment, and when he saw the equally muddy and bloody Sheng Minghua, the killing intent in his eyes materialized again. He said coldly, "Zhuoer, turn your back."

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