My Yin Eyes Have Opened! The Pale Bride in the Nighttime Wedding Procession
Yang Zheng’s family was so poor they could barely scrape by, and his parents were sickly year-round.
To save two yuan on the fare, he took a shortcut through a mass grave at night.
Thick fog rolled in, paper money flew everywhere, and a strange procession came toward him.
Inside the crimson bridal sedan, a pale bride’s withered hand lifted the curtain.
He was rooted to the spot, unable to move, as he watched the withered hand reach for him.
Golden light burst forth, and a hazy fox-shaped shadow roared, “Get lost!”
The ghostly shadows vanished, and an old voice boomed in his mind:
“Kid, it’s not your time to die, but you’ve gotten yourself into big trouble!”
