I am an unlucky woman who only rejoices in the dead.
To be overjoyed is to use the blessings of a living person to cross the soul of the deceased, in the hope that it can help him enter reincarnation early and avoid the suffering of purgatory.
Since I was born, I have received thirty-eight yin contracts that were overjoyed. Each time, I have to worship the heaven and earth with the cold corpse, drink and combine, and then perform the merging of yin and yang.
A hundred gold in a deed may cost me my fortune and life, but it is enough for me to survive in this troubled world.
On this day, I was leaning on the paulownia coffin and eating sesame cakes, when suddenly there was the sound of rapid horse hooves at the entrance of the alley.
An ebony carriage stopped in front of the door, and the curtain was lifted, revealing the face of a pale Mrs. Ning.
She was wearing a veil, her eye sockets were as deep as dry wells, and she said in a trembling voice: "But Mrs. Jiang? I am Ning, my son Ning Ziyuan died suddenly last night, I need you to celebrate tonight."
I slowly swallowed the last bite of the cake, glanced at the gold-carved nanmu coffin behind her, and said with a smile: "Madam, do you know the rules for celebrating a wedding? One hundred gold is a contract, and the down payment must be paid first."
Mrs. Ning raised her hand and threw a bag of heavy gold ingots, which made my palm numb: "Add fifty more gold, and I want you to celebrate the wedding twice, once in the coffin of the ancestral hall, and once... In front of his grave."
