I Just Turned Eighteen, and the Ghost Bride from My Ghost Wedding Wants to Marry Me!

The guests, gaunt and sallow, gnawed on candles like rats.

A bride in a red wedding dress, a red veil over her head, slowly stepped in from outside as a gust of ghostly wind swept through.

The matchmaker, withered as a corpse, stared with eyes about to fall from their sockets and forcibly dragged Su Feng to the bride's side.

Su Feng wanted to turn and run.

But his feet were as if welded to the spot, unable to move.

"The auspicious hour has arrived!"

"First, bow to Heaven and Earth!"

As soon as the matchmaker spoke, she grabbed Su Feng by the head and forcibly made him complete the bow.

"Second, bow to the elders!"

Seated on the dais was an old man in official robes. A pleased smile appeared on his deathly pale face.

Su Feng glanced at the old man, then bowed alongside the red-clad bride beside him.

"Now, bow to each other!"

The matchmaker's sharp, chilling voice rang out.

"Husband, don't just stand there. Hurry and bow to me!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.