Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 1

Yang Jinshu was a sick and dying ghost. He was only 25 when he died. He had no wife and no children. He was plagued by serious illnesses all his life.Before he died, his parents were planning to find someone to talk to him about the marriage, hoping to dispel his anger.It's a pity that as soon as the matchmaker stepped out of the door, he couldn't hold on to his death. He coughed up blood and coughed up half a basin, choking blood and froth flying everywhere, and swallowed his breath very unpleasantly.

He stayed in the coffin for three days, and his soul was so weak that he would collapse when the wind blows. On the first seven days, he finally had the strength to climb out of the coffin, but was frightened by his parents who were crying so hard, he shrank back in the coffin and refused to come out—— —until he was buried.Unmarried bachelors cannot enter the ancestral grave, Master Yang had no choice but to bury his son in the cemetery behind the Yang family.

On the day of the burial, the weather was not beautiful and the sun was scorching hot. He clutched his pain-free heart and lay on his body until it got dark.In a daze, he heard his parents crying on his grave, saying that his marriage was poor when he was alive, and they would definitely make up a yin relative for him after death.Yang Jinshu listened to most of the mourning speech in a daze, and only remembered this sentence.

At night, the grave was bleak and there was no one around. Yang Jinshu was bored in the coffin poking the ghostly white face of his corpse. After thinking about it, he seemed to be a ghost already.

Ghost...it sounds very powerful.

Boom boom boom!

Someone knocked on his coffin.

Yang Jinshu shrank his shoulders and shivered in the coffin: "Who... who?"

A lazy greeting came from the coffin: "Young master inside, come out and recognize your relatives!"

Yang Jinshu blinked, not sure if the other party was calling him.

Boom boom boom!

The other party knocked a few more times, a little impatient: "Yang Jinshu? Are you there?"

Yang Jinshu swung out of the coffin with his shoulders shrunk, half of his head buried in the soil, looking around.

A suction force came suddenly, and he was sucked lightly out of the grave, and fell unsteadily in front of his own tombstone. He was shocked and said, "Who?!"

A middle-aged uncle in a dark green satin shroud swayed in front of him, squinted his eyes, and smiled until his creases opened: "Oh, the newcomer is quite shy."

The man's voice was different from the one he had just heard.Yang Jinshu took a closer look, and there were seven or eight ghosts around him not far or near, including men, women, old and young, all watching him with smiles.

"Don't be afraid, we are all neighbors." The middle-aged man pointed to a small grave overgrown with weeds on the mass grave next door, "Here, I live there, next door to you."

Inspector Yang Jinshu glanced at his neck, and he could actually see the wooden tombstone standing in the wind and rain for a long time in the distance, only the word "Liu" left indistinctly.

"Uncle Liu, why are you neighbors with everyone?" A female ghost in a plain skirt floated over, leaning on Uncle Liu's shoulder and combing the loose hair on his forehead, with willow eyebrows and almond eyes, extremely delicate.She slightly raised her eyelids to glance at Yang Jinshu, and said shyly, "Mr. Yang, don't be afraid, we are all lonely ghosts buried in mass graves, and I am Miss Wan."

Yang Jinshu didn't have much contact with women, so he bowed to her dully when he heard the words, and stammered: "Wan...Miss Wan, I'm... I'm going to Yang Jinshu, I'm being polite here."

"Miss Wan, why do you get angry when you see a pretty boy?" A rather obscene male voice sounded behind him, it was the sound of knocking on the coffin just now.

Yang Jinshu turned his head to look, and saw a young man with stubble hanging upside down from a tree in a shabby chivalrous robe, staring at them with his arms crossed, his eyes mocking.

Wan Niang stared at him, and then she flew over, her frail and boneless hands suddenly opened into claws, her long black nails mercilessly aimed at the young man's eyeballs, and said ruthlessly, "Shi Tianning, you are courting death!"

Shi Tianning wrapped around the branches like a snake, reached the top of the tree in an instant, and said with a smile, "I'm already dead! You want me to die again?"

Wan Niang sneered, inserted her five claws into the tree trunk, and lifted it lightly, the tree trunk half as thick as an arm was uprooted, and was thrown ten feet away with a crash.

Yang Jinshu: Wait what happened just now?Mother, there are ghosts here!Help! ! !

"Ah, they're flirting again, they're really unreserved in front of newcomers." Uncle Liu smiled gently, looked at Yang Jinshu kindly, and said with concern, "Mr. Yang, don't be scared by them, they're just flirting. "

Yang Jinshu shrunk his frail soul into a small ball, and looked at the group of ghost neighbors tremblingly: "You, you, you... what are you trying to do?"

Uncle Liu said softly: "We just want to see that you have passed the first seven days and have not yet entered the underworld, so we came to say hello to you. Is Mr. Yang unfulfilled any wish?"

Yang Jinshu looked at him blankly: "Huh?"

Uncle Liu was taken aback, seeing his stupidity, smiled, and explained: "If the wish is fulfilled, Mr. Yang should be reincarnated in the underworld. Why are you still lingering in the world and refuse to leave?"

Yang Jinshu squatted on the ground and thought for a while, and said seriously: "My parents said they want to marry me, so I can't go." A sick and dead ghost has no status. face?

Uncle Liu understood, and asked, "Is it a dark marriage?"

Yang Jinshu nodded.

Uncle Liu said oh, and said meaningfully: "It's not easy to wait."

Yang Jinshu didn't know why.

But he soon understood, because he waited for seven years for his parents to tell him about his yin relatives, but they still didn't come.

Seven years is enough for him to cultivate from a timid and weak sick kid to a gentle and gentle sick old ghost, enough for him to become close friends with the neighbors around him.

The weeds in front of Lao Liu’s grave next door have grown to the height of his shoulders, and there is still no one who comes to worship. The gentle Uncle Liu flirted with him in his rich dark green shroud that did not match the dilapidated coffin and wooden monument. One new kid after another, except for hiding in a coffin for a day on the festival day every year, he is still very happy to help the neighbors with chores.There are many incidents in the mass grave, and Uncle Liu doesn't find it annoying.

Wanniang and Shi Tianning are still in love and killing each other, all the big trees on the mass grave are smashed by them, and there is no shadow to enjoy the shade at dusk—Yang Jinshu helped other ghosts write a protest letter and hand it over to the mass burial The errands of the post, urge the underworld to manage the greening of the Yang world, the right to survival of lonely souls and wild ghosts cannot be ignored!Fortunately, no one comes to the mass grave usually, otherwise, wouldn't it be frightening to death.

Yang Jinshu guarded the hilltop of his family, and all the seniors who passed away went into the ancestral graves. He was the first unmarried junior in a hundred years.He felt that it was very sad not to have relatives to chat with, so he always visited the mass grave next door.

He became friends with the magic stick who was just beaten to death by his disciples three years ago and thrown to the dogs in the mass grave. After learning small spells for two years, he finally cured his old coughing problem. He also learned the soul binding technique. Chatting with neighbors, listening to stories, life is very comfortable, and occasionally I can go on errands with errands to accumulate some errands.

The only fly in the ointment is that he has not yet waited for his ghost wife.

His parents came to see him every year, and the paper money was so expensive that he could buy a petty official in the underworld, but Yang Jinshu still felt cruel.

Until yesterday, the parents who hadn’t seen him for a year came to visit the grave again, but with a beaming expression, they placed two plates of melon and fruit snacks in front of his grave, burned two thick pots of gold ingots, and wept while holding his tombstone: " Jin Shu, my son, I have finally arranged a marriage for your mother!"

Master Yang nodded at the side, and said with a smile: "Yes, I heard that the little girl is very beautiful, she is only twenty-eight years old, and she is not yet married. Your mother and I have found a fortune teller to match your horoscopes, and it is a good match."

Mrs. Yang sighed: "It's just that I have a stubborn temper and play with my family, so I'm dead on the beam."

Soon, she smiled again, and said happily: "He just died yesterday, and the body has not yet cooled down. I have already made an agreement with the He family. The betrothal gift has been delivered this morning, and tomorrow will be the bride's mother." I will bury my son's body for you."

"Now Jin Shu can be reincarnated with peace of mind." Master Yang stroked his beard, very satisfied, "Let Jin Shu stay on this dilapidated mountain for so long, alas... I feel sorry for my father!"

Yang Jinshu knelt in the coffin, listening to his parents' words with a moved face. If it wasn't for the scorching sun outside, he really wanted to jump over and kowtow three times to his parents.

He has been looking forward to his daughter-in-law for seven years!It's finally here!

The bride died in a hurry, and the second elder of the Yang family wanted to discuss about Luo Ming's marriage. After informing his son, he left in a hurry and went home.

Yang Jinshu lay blissfully on his dead body, poked at his shriveled skeleton and squinted and smiled: "My lady... I'm going to have a lady!"

At night, he floated to the mass grave and told all the neighbors the good news.

The neighbors were very happy for him, saying that they would go to Yang's grave to have his wedding wine tomorrow night, and the magic stick secretly stuffed him with a cheat book about the two ghosts' bridal chamber.

"Ghosts can also enter the bridal chamber. If you don't absorb Yang Qi, the underworld doesn't care!" said the god stick.

Yang Jinshu shyly clutched the secret book and went back to his grave, lying in the coffin and reading the postures in the book several times, feeling that it was very beneficial, waiting for his wedding night eagerly.

On the second day, the Yang family really held a ghost marriage for him and the bride with great fanfare. The suona blew so loudly that the birds on the mountain behind the Yang family were scared away.

Hiding in the soil, Yang Jinshu watched silently as his coffin was dug out again. When the coffin was opened, his parents could not stop crying. Yang Jinshu thought guiltily: the bones inside the coffin must have frightened his parents.

He didn't dare to brave the sun to go out to comfort him, so he could only huddle in the soil and wait for the night to fall.

The ghost marriage was lively for a full hour, and the bride's cool body was buried with his bones, put into the coffin again, and buried in the soil.

Yang Jinshu got into the coffin with a whoosh, and looked up and down in the darkness at the bride, who was lying flat beside him and dressed up in Fengguanxiapei.

This girl is indeed as her parents said, she is very beautiful, with a small face the size of a palm, with slender eyebrows and slightly raised eyebrows, her eyes are closed, her nose is straight and delicate, her lips are as white as her face, with a lifeless look—— It was exactly the same when he just breathed out.The bride's hands are quietly closed on the lower abdomen, she is quiet and elegant, lying side by side with her own thin skeleton - it is also a good match!

Yang Jinshu pressed against the coffin lid, staring closely at the indistinct soul of the bride's corpse.

The soul is very similar to the corpse, but because it died not long ago, it has not learned how to leave the body, and it is trapped inside and cannot get out.

Yang Jinshu felt a little distressed, stretched out his hand to caress the back of his daughter-in-law's soul, and called out softly, "My lady? My lady?"

The soul of the bride trembled slightly, but she didn't wake up.

Yang Jinshu took out the marriage letter that his parents had burned for him and looked at it. His new wife had a nice name.

He changed his tone and called out affectionately: "He Tang? He Tang? A Tang? Get up, it's time for us to enter the bridal chamber!"

When He Tang's soul was called out by him, he woke up suddenly, sat up suddenly from the corpse, and opened the black eyeballs on his slapped face. Because of the terrible death, the black eyes were quite frightening, and Mei Jiao Niang spat out With half a tongue, he yelled inarticulately: "My lady, you are a man! Laozi is a man!"

Yang Jinshu: "..."

"If you are paralyzed, you know that my mother who loves money like her life will not let me go! If I am alive, I will not let me live, and if I die, I will sell her money!" He Tang lifted the pearl curtain on the phoenix crown, and tried to get out of the corpse. Stumbling to his feet, he rolled up his sleeves and said with a sneer, "Go away, you sick ghost, I'm going back to make trouble with that woman!"