I Sell Burial Clothes, and a Trillionaire Asked Me to Become the Ghost Bride of His Dead Younger Brother

I'm the owner of a funeral-clothing shop, and I make paper offerings on the side. A trillionaire showed up late at night and tossed me an unlimited black card. "Marry my younger brother in a ghost wedding." His brother was a race car driver who'd died in an accident six months ago, and the man I'd secretly loved. I agreed. On the night of the ghost wedding, dressed in a bright red bridal gown, I held his memorial tablet and performed the wedding rites. The older brother stood above me, watching with a look of absolute control, as if I were a sacrificial offering. But he didn't know that I could do more than make paper offerings. I could also "communicate with spirits." On our wedding night, I lit three sticks of incense and asked softly, "Husband, tell me..."