The Bride of the Ghost Mansion

I’m a folklorist who specializes in digging up people’s ancestral graves for research.

One day, I unearthed an unmarked ancient tomb. Inside the coffin lay a handsome man dressed in wedding robes.

That night, I started having nightmares. In them, the man called me tenderly: “My bride.”

A senior fellow at the research institute secretly warned me, “That’s the groom’s coffin from the Ghost Palace. He’s waiting for you to die.”

I refused to believe in superstitions and dragged the coffin straight into the lab.

Then yesterday, I heard a heartbeat coming from inside it.