Hell Friday

Do you believe there are ghosts in this world? When I was carried away from the scene of the car accident by 120, I clearly saw the woman in red standing on top of the burning taxi, and paper money was floating towards my face along her bloody fingertips. For the next seven days, bloody footprints always climbed up to my ceiling at midnight, and the cold air lingered around my neck. On the day of his resignation, the deceased's father, Lu Hu, blocked the door of the newspaper office and said that he would give me 500,000 as long as I agreed to marry his daughter. You have the karma of a dead person, and now only the urn can calm her. When the unreliable layman threw glutinous rice on my bedside, Xiaoliuzi's taxi smashed into the glass door of the funeral parlor. I was huddled in the corner of the morgue holding the ghost marriage contract, and a piece of dampness suddenly stuck to the back of my neck - the hanging tassels of the red hijab swept across my collarbone, and there were only three hours left in the seven-day mourning period. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.