
The Eighty-ninth Day of Becoming a Sacrifice to the Ghost King
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I am the eighty-ninth bride who was stuffed into a coffin and buried alive in the Tomb of the Ghost King. The first eighty-eight died on their wedding night. Paper figures carried the sedan, Yin soldiers cleared the way, and when the ghost king who had been sleeping for thousands of years opened the lid of the coffin, I clutched the last evil-breaking charm in my sleeve. He didn't kill me. He just looked at me condescendingly, like looking at an interesting toy: "This time the bride has some different resentments." It is said in the three realms that the Ghost King is looking for a woman - the goddess who sealed him with her own hands thousands of years ago. He thought I was her. But I have no memory of my past life. I just want to survive tonight. So I made a contract with him: within three months, he cannot kill me. In exchange, I helped him find out the truth about the seal thousands of years ago. At first, he threw me into the pile of evil spirits as bait and watched me struggle with cold eyes. Later, I began to use the ancestral talismans to improve the thunder talisman and the electric grid talisman, which caused the entire ghost domain to be in a state of chaos. The way he looked at me changed. Not looking at a substitute, not looking at a sacrifice - but like looking at a well-matched opponent. Until that day, I saw that erased memory in his dream: It turns out that the person who sealed him thousands of years ago was really me. But that seal was a trap set by us together. We are not enemies. Is an accomplice. Be a lover. They are madmen who are willing to fall into reincarnation for each other. And he has been waiting for me for a thousand years, and what he is waiting for is not revenge. Wait until I tell him personally - I have never regretted that seal.
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