Mingxiu

I am the most inconspicuous mute girl in the village, but my birth date is all Yin. The clan leader said that I would be given one piece of cloth and three measures of rice to Prince Dingbei who died in the battle. On the wedding night, I was nailed into a coffin, and my body in wedding robes lay beside me. But before the hijab was lifted, the "corpse" suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed my throat like a pair of iron pincers with five fingers, and said in a voice like a knife scraping ice: "Fu Yin Ming? I just want to lend you a breath." I tried my best to break his fingers, but I saw the fiery red birthmark on the back of my neck reflected in his pupils - the "fire sparrow pattern" only seen by enemy spies. He smiled: "Want to live? Lead the person you want to meet with out within seven days, otherwise I will suck you dry at any time." I felt cold all over, but I could only nod. Because the coffin board has been nailed down, there are soldiers guarding the tomb outside, and there are living dead inside who are ready to kill me at any time. There is only one goal left for me: within seven days, let the enemy coach show up so that I can escape from the coffin.