I was married to a dead man, to be precise, a man who had been dead for almost three years. The family didn't know what they were thinking. It had been three years since their son's death before they thought of organizing a ghost marriage for him. My father said that our family owed them a debt and asked me to be the bride. Originally I thought I was certain to die, but this husband was quite good at being a ghost and helped me escape the day before the wedding.
Dad said that people's souls linger after death because they have grievances. Well, for the sake of saving my life, I can reluctantly help him find out the cause of death. But why did he have nothing to do with his family? No, why is it still related to my family? Why did he get involved in a group of people even if he died!
But my father said that a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. If I can avenge you, then I will do my best.
Purpose: Memoir