If Yu Qianye had known that being a substitute bride meant marrying a haunted house that ate people, she would rather have found a white silk sash and hanged herself in a coffin shop.
When the wedding wine turned into writhing blood leeches in her throat, and the corpse on the beam opened its ashen eyes, she finally understood: she had never been a bride at all, only a sacrifice waiting to be offered.
Then the silent young man shielded her from spreading corpse moss, and the gentle maid split open her own skin before Yu Qianye, revealing a body full of wood shavings...
All these horrors were only the first gateway on the road to Ten Thousand Coffin City.
