Chapter Three: I'm Eighteen Years Old Too

After a while, the father walked out of the ancestral hall with his family members carrying a stretcher.

"Ah! The faint figure on the stretcher was covered with a white cloth, was it a dead man?" My heart was full of surprise. "Is it the little sister-in-law..."

Tears immediately engulfed my eyes like a flood, "Maybe not, what are you thinking?" I raised my chubby little hand and rubbed my reddened eyes.

As soon as you look up, look into the distance. Grandpa didn't know when he also arrived at the door of the ancestral hall, standing in front of the stretcher covered with white cloth for a long time.

Grandpa seemed to have aged ten years one night, and the few white hairs that had been in the past were now dozens of times more, and I didn't know what she had experienced this night.

Grandpa clutched the white cloth in his hand, hesitating whether he wanted to uncover it or not. He thought but he didn't dare...

"Father, this may be the last time you see your sister." As he spoke, his father also began to cry.

The grandfather listened to his son's words and decisively lifted the white cloth, and he did not want to miss the last time he saw his daughter.

My heart was like a big rock hanging from my mouth, and my eyes were tightly fixed. The white cloth was lifted and a corpse came into view. Grandpa sat paralyzed on the ground in fright, the corpse...

"Ah! That person is really a sister-in-law!" I was surprised, but I couldn't scream.

The sister-in-law was still wearing the familiar red wedding dress, with a miserable face, and her body was as bruised as if she had been electrified by lightning, especially her legs, which had become black and purple, and black blood was oozing from time to time.

But the sister-in-law still held a pair of handkerchiefs in her hands, so that her fingernails were embedded in the tender flesh.

The father recognized the handkerchief, "This... Isn't it Xun'er who gave the little sister a handkerchief..." Grandpa widened his eyes, looked at it again and again, and sighed. "After all, there is no fate, send this handkerchief to Li Xun, after all, it is still a thought."

The sister-in-law's body stopped in the ancestral hall for two days, and they all said that the king of Yama liked the sister-in-law and wanted to take the sister-in-law to the underworld to enjoy the blessings.

Everyone thought it was a happy funeral and was buried in a hurry. I also deeply imprinted this name "Yama" in my heart.

After hearing that the sister-in-law was buried, the coachman Li Xun saw the words written in blood on the handkerchief sent by his father, "Born as a Xun brother, died as Li Xun's wife". The next day, he was martyred...

In a blink of an eye, eight years have passed. At that time, peeking at the makeup before the sister-in-law's death seemed to be still vivid. I also gradually understood the promise that my family had made to Yama.

Eighteen-year-old me, out of the woods. My mother was worried about my growing up every day. Because she knew that in two days it would be that day again, this time it was her own daughter...

On July 17, the day finally came. I'm not as sad as my sister-in-law was. That night, also in a strange atmosphere, he and his family ate dumplings, and then dressed in a wedding dress, they were carried into the dark ancestral hall by the family.

For as long as I can remember, it seems that I have never been inside the ancestral hall. Generally, the ancestral hall will be opened Chinese New Year's Eve and The Ancestor Worship of the Qingming Dynasty. Even if it is open, only men with prestige in the clan can go in and bow down. And I only saw it from afar on my sister-in-law's wedding day.

On this day, the ancestral hall was pitch black, and by the moonlight, you could clearly see that in the ancestral hall, there were rows of ancestral tablets of the Chen family. There is still incense in the incense burner that is not burned.

At the top of the tablet, there is a painting of the young man dressed in white, standing tall and sunny, and personable.

Suddenly, a row of candles suddenly lit up, and a faint sound came out of the void. "Quick, let me see my bride~" I listened in fright and collapsed to the ground with a weak leg.

The voice suddenly changed from hollow to very playful, exactly like the human voice, "Little lady, come into the arms of the husband."

"You demon, come out!" I shouted in horror.

"Yo yo yo yo... The temper is still quite grumpy. Ben King likes. ”

Just when I was scratching my head, the teenager in the painting actually walked straight down.

"Huh? Is he the King of Yama? Are Yama kings so handsome now?!"