[Instance-based story] [Sickly black lotus] [Sweet on the outside, scheming within] [Strong, beautiful, and tragic (maybe)] [A slightly slow burn]
Xie Wuyin has three biggest regrets in life:
First, he told a lie for a hundred thousand yuan and got himself sold into a horror game.
Second, he drew the ghost wedding instance from the start and was forced to wear a red bridal gown as a male bride.
Third, he called someone "husband" to stay alive, only to discover that he might actually be pretty suited to being a bride.
His body is only good for looking pretty. He can't run fast or fight, and his heart condition won't give him a chance to try.
The only thing he can rely on is that "golden finger," the blessing that forbids the truth.
From now on, every word he says is a lie whenever other living people are present.
The truth is poison. Lies are weapons.
So he smiled at the faceless groom. "Husband."
[Check: Lie. Passed.]
The ghost groom really did take him for his bride and pull Xie Wuyin into his arms. Though he was trembling all over with fear, Xie Wuyin held on and pointed at the skin-clad bridesmaid beside them. Forcing a strained smile, he complained:
"Husband, that wretch insulted me. I'm cold. Peel off her skin and give it to me to wear."
[Check: Lie. Passed.]
The next second, a warm "skin jacket" was draped over him.
With his eyes reddened and his fingers clinging tightly to the edge of the skin coat, Xie Wuyin could feel tears of terror running from the corners of his eyes, but he still forced a smile and thanked his "husband."
"Thank you... husband."
Warning! The protagonist may be a compulsive spender.
Current instance: [The Fire Watcher]
Completed instance: [The Chen Family's Ghost Wedding]
