Being a ghost and having multiple personalities

"Ah, let's not talk about this for now." Zhang Geng pulled Zhang Lingyue to see a box, and then opened it, "Look, this is what my brother wants to give you. This is the soul lock rope, and this is the ghost arresting pot. This is the Spirit Whip, this is..."

Zhang Lingyue grabbed Zhang Geng's hand that was rummaging through the box, "...brother?"

Zhang Geng looked up at him, and slowly closed the box, "When I leave this time, I just disappeared."

Zhang Lingyue didn't know what to say, but to ease the atmosphere, he forced a smile and said, "Aren't all married people able to return to their parents' home often? I just come back often."

Zhang Geng also smiled.

For thousands of years, the Zhang family has had quite a few daughters married off like this, how could any of them come back alive?

In a blink of an eye, it was time for Zhang Lingyue to get married. The weather was surprisingly good that night. The people who carried the sedan chair did not need to hold up torches, but the light of the moon illuminated the road ahead very brightly.

Zhang Lingyue was sitting in the sedan chair. The scarlet hijab was too stuffy and the sedan chair was unstable, so he simply raised the hijab halfway.

As soon as the hijab was lifted, the face under the hijab was already flushed with boredom, but Zhang Lingyue was born as soft and beautiful as a girl, and with the transformed bridal attire, he really couldn't tell he was a man at all.

Zhang Lingyue was not used to the rickety sedan chair, so he lifted up a corner of the window to ventilate the air. He looked out along the opened corner, but it was so dark outside that he couldn't see anything, so he simply lowered the curtain and closed it again. Hijab leaned on the sedan chair and prepared to sleep.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he leaned on the sedan chair, the sedan chair suddenly sank, and the bearers who were carrying the sedan chair outside were bustling with each other, and after a burst of footsteps, the surroundings were completely silent.

It seems to be in place.

Zhang Lingyue sat nervously in the sedan chair waiting to pick up his things.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Lingyue reckoned that it was almost midnight, and he was about to fall asleep, but there was still no movement outside.

Zhang Lingyue was even a little skeptical, it has been so many years, maybe the ghost king has forgotten about it, and the grandfather's dream was only caused by the old man thinking about it all the time.

Zhang Lingyue lifted a corner of the sedan chair curtain and looked out, but there was nothing gloomy outside.

He decided to sleep first, maybe he could go home when he woke up.

Zhang Lingyue seemed to have had a vague dream. In the dream, there seemed to be a group of people talking around him, but he could only hear the voice but could not see the people.

An old woman's voice whispered in my ear, "Oh, Mrs. Ghost is not bad this time, it's a pity..."

An old man's voice sounded immediately, "It's a pity? What's the pity, if you match Ye Jun, let's make a living!"

There are countless chirping sounds in my ears.

"I said, you really forgot to tell that old man. You have to explain it every time, don't let Mrs. Ghost come wearing a red wedding dress. Fortunately, I prepared a black one, otherwise you will be thrown into the frying pan again !"

Zhang Lingyue felt that the clothes on his body were constantly being torn, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands to protect the clothes, but there were too many hands tearing the clothes, and he couldn't take care of them at all.

Zhang Lingyue woke up sweating profusely, and found that he was lying down. He wanted to help the side of the sedan chair to get up, but found that he was not in the sedan chair at all.

A little bit of fear slowly rose in his heart. It was pitch black, and there was no moonlight shining in, so he couldn't see anything.

He was groping around, when a voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Mrs. wake up!"