A Secret Marriage with Red Makeup: the Ghost Husband Doesn't Want It

I was forced to sign a ghost marriage contract to marry a thousand-year-old ghost king. The terror began when he appeared on time every night. First, the gifts he delivered were rancid and bloody, and then the furnishings in his home gradually became distorted and alienated. Until that day, I discovered the truth behind the contract: the so-called ghost marriage was just a way for him to transform me into a perfect vessel, impregnating me with yin energy every day. The blood and tears I shed every night are evidence that I am becoming less and less human. But when I picked up the knife and prepared to resist, he gently wiped away my blood stains and whispered in my ear: "Qing Ruoxue, the ceremony has been completed, and you are already an accomplice."