(No harem, no routine, no Shuangwen, no invincibility, no system)
Chen Wuhuai was pushed into an ancient sedan chair by his friend. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a ghost village a hundred years ago.
Paper money fills the sky, and river lights float with blood. A dull servant bowed: "Mr. Lang, I have been waiting for you to pay me a visit for a long time."
He was forcibly pressed in front of the mourning hall to complete the ghost marriage with a shadowless bride. The bride was petite and her skirt was hanging in the air - but she had the face of his companion Su Zhiyan.
The old man in the tavern opened the village chronicle: "Pair yang with yin, sacrifice life with death."
This is not a wedding, this is a human sacrifice. The innocent souls of the pear garden a hundred years ago need to constantly feed their resentments with wedding sacrifices. Chen Wuhuai was the chosen sacrifice.
He has the ability to retrace his death. Every time he dies, he will reopen his eyes from the sedan chair. But no matter what he chooses, the Zhongyuan ballad will never stop——
Unless the secret hidden under the red hijab that has been hidden for hundreds of years is revealed.
I rate myself favorably