Using marriage as bait, blood debt must be paid with blood
Three weeks ago, her sister smiled and said to her on the phone: "Jinhuan, when will you arrive in Hong Kong City, I can pick you up."
Three weeks later, her mother cried on the phone and told her, "Your dad said... Your sister is gone."
Xu Jinhuan would never believe that her sister would commit suicide - how could that woman who had just given birth to a child and was looking forward to seeing her again "fall from the building due to postpartum depression"?
Her mother was too sad to go to the funeral, so Xu Jinhuan set foot in Hong Kong alone. At the funeral, she suppressed all her hatred and looked coldly at this century-old house with sinister feng shui.
No one in the mourning hall was truly sad, and there was something fishy about the intersection between the eyes of Mr. Scumbag and Mrs. Fu. After the guests dispersed, she went to the cemetery to pay her respects alone, but she heard Fu's eldest son confessing in a low voice in front of her sister's grave: "Qing Huan, I'm sorry... Family rules..."
Each generation of brides in the Fu family died tragically one after another, and the scarlet wedding dress was filled with resentment.
Xu Jinhuan suppressed his overwhelming hatred and sneaked into the Fu family as a doctor, determined to personally tear apart this bloody scam that had lasted for hundreds of years.
But she didn't expect that on a full moon night, she would be the next sacrifice.
