The Sinister Wedding Dress: I Was Born to Live on the Dead

When I was six, I dreamed of a blood-red wedding dress. From then on, I was forced to leave my village and part from my parents. My dad gave up carpentry to become an unorthodox celestial master, rejected by the respectable Taoist sects. My mom quit embroidery to become a mortician who put makeup on the dead. My roommate was coiled up by a snake and eventually turned into a paper snake offering. They schemed against me and forced me, pushing me step by step down that path. Confused, I asked my dad if a ghost had taken a fancy to me and wanted to marry me. He said, “Why would anyone like you?”