After Becoming the Mountain God’s Bride, I Turned Around and Killed Him

Reborn as a bride offered to the mountain god? I bind myself to a curse-reflection System instead. He squeezes my hand, and the bones in his hand shatter. He drinks my blood, and his meridians burst. When the truth comes out that three hundred years ago I tricked him into drinking poison and buried him alive, he pins me against the coffin, his eyes red: “This time, who will be buried with me?” System warning: If he dies, your soul will be scattered. If you die, he will become a demon for all eternity. In this deadly game where we wager our lives against each other, I will win.