On the Seventh Day After My Death, She Dug up My Grave

I died on my wedding day and was dug up by my ex-girlfriend on the seventh day after I was buried. She said that I was a living dead and that I would never be reincarnated until I found out the real murderer. That night, I opened my eyes in the coffin and my phone rang - the time showed that it was seven o'clock in the morning on the wedding day. In the first cycle, my fiancée stabbed a dagger into my heart. In the second cycle, the best man becomes the murderer. In the third cycle, the ex-girlfriend held the bone knife and cried, "I'm sorry, it has to be you." In the fourth cycle, I chose to commit suicide. It wasn't until the seventh cycle that I discovered—— This wedding was never prepared for me. And what I have to do is not just survive. ---