He Offered a Ghost Marriage, and I Accepted a City Full of Ghost Money as the Dowry

(No harem, no formulaic tropes, no wish-fulfillment, no invincible hero, no System)

His friends pushed Shen Wuhuai into an old-fashioned wedding sedan. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a ghost village from a hundred years ago.

Paper money filled the sky, and blood-red river lanterns drifted by. A wooden-faced servant bowed. “Young Master, the Old Ancestor has been waiting a long time for you to bow at the altar.”

They forced him to kneel before the funeral hall and complete a ghost marriage with a bride who cast no shadow. She was petite, her skirt hanging above the ground, but she had the face of his companion, Su Zhiyan.

An old man at the tavern opened the village records. “The living are wed to the dead, the yang to the yin.”

This wasn’t a wedding. It was a human sacrifice. The wronged spirits of the pear garden from a hundred years ago had to be fed with wedding sacrifices to keep their resentment alive. Shen Wuhuai had been chosen as the offering.

He had the power to return from death. Every time he died, he opened his eyes again inside the wedding sedan. But no matter what he chose, the Ghost Festival ballad never stopped

Not unless he uncovered the century-old secret hidden beneath the red bridal veil.