After Zhou Qi woke up, his father, who had been dead for many years, handed him a betrothal gift with a strange smile:
"I've given you a housewife, and she'll be here tonight."
Late at night, the door of the old wedding room creaked, and a wet bride stood in front of his bed, with drops of water dripping from under her red hijab.
The bride's sinister whisper rang in her ears: "Mr., Let's... Have a wedding..."
In a time of troubled times with ghosts and demons, and when the human race is facing a great catastrophe of life and death, Zhou Qi is entrusted with an important task by the Imperial Court of Humanity.
So... He's ready to take a concubine.
"Hit, beat, beat, beat... Zie!"
"Ahem... I'll rob you first!
