Huang Quan's companion

Yang Jinshu leaned against the coffin board and pointed at him angrily and tremblingly: "...Why are you a man? Who are you? Me, me... I want my wife! Where is the wife I married today!"

He Tang: "Marry you paralyzed, I hanged myself to travel back to another world, not to be buried with you!"

He tried to push the bluish-faced tuberculosis ghost on the top of his head, and stretched out his hand to pull his tongue: "Damn it, you can die if you die? Oh, it hurts me to death! Hanging is really a good way to die!" !"

Yang Jinshu knelt opposite him, still angry: "Where did you get my wife?!"

"It's been said that I was sold to your family by a stinky woman, I'm not your wife!" He Tang rolled his eyes at him, reached out and pulled the phoenix crown on his head, but he couldn't pull it off!The hand went through out of thin air!He froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that he had turned into a ghost, "It turns out that ghosts really can't touch entities..."

Yang Jinshu grabbed his arm and glared at him angrily: "I don't understand what you're talking about. Where's my wife? Where's He Tang? My father and mother have found someone to get along with each other!"

He Tang struggled, but he didn't break away, and Li Hun was only halfway away, and he was very weak at this time, trembling all over when Yang Jinshu pinched him, and he couldn't help being irritable when he heard this: "Are you stupid! I said your family was cheated Yes! My shameless mother sold me to you as a woman!"

Yang Jinshu: "..."

He Tang said angrily: "Your family buried the corpse in the coffin without checking whether it was a man or a woman. Who is to blame for being deceived?"

"Who would go to see if the corpse is male or female!" Yang Jinshu was trembling with anger, "You, you, your mother, how could you do this!"

As soon as Yang Jinshu got angry, his already pale face became more ferocious, and his whole body was filled with ghostly air, which made He Tang shiver from the cold.He had just died a few days ago, and even his soul was unstable. After being frightened by him like this, he suddenly became weak and fell back into the corpse again.The feeling of suffocation before death struck again, he clutched his throat and rolled his eyes, struggling in the corpse with difficulty.

Frightened by him, Yang Jinshu immediately floated back to the corner of the coffin, stared at him with wide eyes, and said weakly, "I...have nothing to do with me...it doesn't matter..."

He Tang was so angry that his hands trembled, he pointed at him and couldn't speak.The feeling of suffocation increased, and he finally passed out again, his soul returned to his place, and he lay quietly in the coffin without moving.

Yang Jinshu poked his soul, but there was no response.

He poked his body again—it was even more unlikely that he would respond.

After confirming that there was no danger of fraudulent corpses, Yang Jinshu moved closer, squatted on the ground and looked at him, puzzled: Why isn't this He Tang a woman?

At night, the neighbors of the mass grave came to celebrate the wedding, but found the groom sitting on the grave with a sad face, his hands on his cheeks, and sighed.

Wan Niang took a step forward and asked in surprise, "Mr. Yang, what's wrong? Did you quarrel with your siblings?"

Yang Jinshu nodded hesitantly—he and He Tang were fighting, right?

"Why didn't the bride come out? Are you shy?" Shen stick sat down in front of Yang Jinshu's grave, sniffing the smell of alcohol near the tombstone, and said happily, "Oh, Jinshu, your parents treat you so well, you are the best Huadiao !"

Uncle Liu couldn't help looking behind Yang Jinshu: "Hey, where's the lady?"

"Haha, it turned out to be a hanged ghost!" Shi Tianning got into the coffin for a while and walked around, lying on the grave and laughing, "The little lady hasn't left her soul yet, poor thing!"

Yang Jinshu blushed—although he couldn't tell, it was too embarrassing to say that He Tang fainted from his fright.

A few people were making fun of it, and a weak groan came from the grave: "Help..."

The magic stick jumped up in fright, floating in the air and staring at the grave.

Everyone watched helplessly as a slap-faced beauty with a phoenix crown and Xiapei crawled out of the grave in a ghostly manner. Her frail soul was still fluttering in the wind, and half of her mouth was covered with a bright red tongue.

This death is miserable...

Everyone backed away silently, waiting to watch the excitement.

Yang Jinshu couldn't bear to see him crawling slowly out of the soil, so he stretched out his hand to pull him.He Tang weakly clung to his side, looking at the unexpected guests around him.

Uncle Liu coughed and began to welcome the newcomer: "This... um... Mrs. Yang?"

Yang Jinshu: "..."

He Tang: "... Ma'am, your sister!"

"Eh... Mrs. Yang has a younger sister?"

"..." He Tang supported Yang Jinshu's shoulders and stood up, expressionlessly said, "His family was cheated, I'm not a woman, I'm a man."

"..."

The mountain of the Yang family fell into an eerie silence.

Yang Jinshu weakly held up the marriage certificate: "But you are already married to me."

He Tang snatched it with one hand, and decisively tore it into pieces: "This kind of feudal remnant product can also be done accurately? Dark marriage is a bad habit! It should have been abolished long ago!"

The ghosts felt that he was not from the same world as them!

He Tang was obviously also aware of this cognitive difference, and supported his forehead and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot, this was a legal clan system in ancient times... It's so f*cking cheating for the soul to travel to ancient times!"

Everyone looked at him blankly, unable to understand what he was saying.

He Tang said calmly as usual: "It's okay, I'm talking nonsense."

With a wave of Yang Jinshu's hand, the fragments of the marriage certificate were put back together quickly. He put it in his sleeve and said seriously: "The marriage certificate must not be torn, and the marriage contract must not be broken."

He Tang reached out and stroked his forehead: "Brother, are you stupid? I even said that I am not a woman anymore."

Yang Jinshu blushed: "Men... I won't dislike a man..."

"...But I hate it! Brother is a straight man, a straight man!" He Tang jumped up, pointing at him and trembling all over, "Why are you blushing!"

Yang Jinshu blinked, his long and thick eyelashes fluttered on his pale and handsome face, his warm brown eyes stared at him, and said slowly: "My lady, you..."

He Tang clenched his fists and said viciously, "Try calling your lady again?"

Yang Jinshu: "..."

The magic stick floated around the two of them twice, stroked the beardless chin, and muttered, "This bride is out of order, she seems to be quite different from us."

He Tang rushed over to hold his hand, opened his eyes wide and said, "Taoist priest! You understand people! Quickly figure it out, can I leave this ghost place?"

The magic stick was taken aback by him, and stammered: "This...how do I know this? You...don't come from another world?"

"That's right! I accidentally crossed over here. Who knew that I wore it on a weak chicken, and was bullied to death by that money-grubbing, vicious bitch. Oh, since I died for the second time, why didn't I wear it on the next body?" !" He Tang scratched his head frantically, "This doesn't conform to the rules of soul penetration!"

Everyone was frightened by his nonsense and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Shen stick took the opportunity to pull out his hand, hid behind the crowd, stretched his neck and said: "You probably won't be able to leave for a while, so you might as well reincarnate as soon as possible."

"That's a good idea!" He Tang slapped his palm and said happily, "I'll be reincarnated again haha! Thank you, Daoist!"

Yang Jinshu's expression changed.

The back mountain of the Yang family was immediately affected by his emotions, and there was a gust of gloomy wind.Everyone bid farewell knowingly and slipped away quickly.

He Tang waved: "Hey Daoist! You haven't told me how to reincarnate yet!"

However, because his soul was unstable, he fell to the ground within three steps, weakly smelling the incense from the grave.

Yang Jinshu stood in front of him, looked down at him, and said expressionlessly, "You can't have a baby."

"Ah? Why?" He Tang looked up at him, struggling to get up.

"You still have unfulfilled wishes." Yang Jinshu, as someone who has experienced it, gave him a popular science, "If you have no regrets, you will be taken directly to the underworld by the ghosts after you die, instead of staying in the world to wander."

He Tang found that he still couldn't get up, so he could only maintain the posture of lying on the ground looking up at Yang Jinshu, and put his chin in both hands and asked, "So I can go to reincarnation after my wish is fulfilled?"

Yang Jinshu nodded.

"Well, I'll scare that stinky woman to death, and then I can go to the underworld." He Tang sneered, "Smelly shameless, how dare you sell my body!"

Yang Jinshu didn't speak.

As soon as He Tang raised his head, he was immediately dissatisfied: "Hey! What kind of expression is that on your face!"

Yang Jinshu said seriously: "You can't leave this place right now."

He Tang frowned: "What?"

Yang Jinshu: "You're just a kid who just died, you can only be trapped here, you can't go out."

"Huh?" He Tang's eyes widened in disbelief, and his small face suddenly turned a little grim, "What kind of stupid setting is this?"

Yang Jinshu didn't quite understand what he was talking about, but...he knelt down, poked He Tang's little face, and a sweet and gentle smile appeared on his face: "My lady, you can't leave me."

He Tang: "..."

After He Tang tried hard all night and failed to leave Yang Jinshu's grave one meter away, he finally accepted this tragic fact - because of the effect of the dark marriage and the confinement of the corpse, his soul could not leave Yang Jinshu after he just died.

Before the sun rose, he was dragged into the coffin by Yang Jinshu like a dead pig, and the souls of the two lay side by side, covering their respective corpses.

He Tang tossed and tossed all night, his soul became weaker and weaker, and he sank into the corpse to recover his strength.

Yang Jinshu still kept a sickly expression on his face, moved his body, turned sideways, and looked at him fixedly with his head propped on one hand.

"What are you looking at..." He Tang was annoyed, "It's impossible for me to become a woman again."

Yang Jinshu approached slightly, his eyelashes drooped, his eyes gliding over his facial features, and said softly: "You look so good-looking."

He Tang: "..." He looks like a coward and thinks he is willing!

"I'll call you Xiaotang from now on, okay?"

"Just call He Tang directly, anyway, don't call me a lady, dare to ask me to beat you!" He Tang turned to look at him, "What's your name?"

Yang Jinshu was slightly disappointed that the bride didn't know his name, but he still maintained a tolerant attitude and introduced himself: "My name is Yang, my name is Jinshu, and the name is Changsheng."

He Tang sneered: "Is your word irony?"

"I was frail and sickly since I was a child. My parents bestowed longevity on me in the hope that I would live a long and healthy life."

He Tang was silent for a moment, and said: "The stinking woman didn't give me the name, and a passing scholar helped me get this name."