We Dug Up a Thousand-Year-Old Zombie at the Dragon Boat Festival, and Dad Wants Me to Be Its Zombie Bride

My dad is a tomb raider. He insisted on taking the whole family grave-robbing on the Dragon Boat Festival, when yang energy is at its peak. We didn't find any antiques. Instead, we dug up a thousand-year-old zombie. My family pushed me forward as the zombie's bride, offering me up as a sacrifice. They thought the Zombie King would drain my blood and kill me. But not only did I survive, the Zombie King also took me to find a treasure trove of antiques. My sister saw how many antiques I'd gotten and was consumed with envy. She blew me up with a homemade cannon. When I opened my eyes again, we'd returned to the day Dad dug up the thousand-year-old zombie. This time, my sister chose to step forward and volunteer to be the zombie's bride. I smiled to myself. Does she really think spending every day sleeping in a coffin with a zombie and having her life force drained is such a great deal?