The Ancient Tomb's New Bride: The Underworld King Loves Her to Pieces

The year I was born, a severe drought left the land parched for a thousand miles. And because I was born in the Year of the Goat, people said, “Nine out of ten Goats are doomed; the tenth sits upon the throne.” I became the village’s ill omen. The year I graduated from university, the village dug up the thousand-year-old tomb behind my family’s house to build a road. From that day on, I became entangled in a tangled web of romantic debts. In my dreams, a Netherworld General calls me “my wife” and repeatedly refers to himself as “your husband.” I don’t know whether it’s a dream or reality. Before long, things start going wrong at home. My second uncle is the first to die...