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Contains content about corpses and human rights violations, including kidnapping, detention, force, physical and mental abuse.

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Even though he was unlucky, this statement probably suited him the most. My age is not very young anymore. I'll still be dizzy. With just a small bundle of red cloth, an unlucky hand that doesn't love you well reaches out and touches you haphazardly. As soon as he touched the fabric, the image in front of him suddenly disappeared.

I felt myself again being put in a red dress with both my hands and feet bound tightly with rope. He wanted to shout for help, but his mouth was not as free as his hands and feet. A young man tries his best to survive. The more you struggle, the more helpless you become. The room was narrow, rectangular, and only the light from the ventilation above allowed him to see the color of his clothes and his wretched state.

Gasping for breath, white smoke floats in the air. Beads of sweat appear along the frame of his face. Even though the weather outside is cold, it can't compete with the coldness that slowly eats away at your senses.

The sound of people's footsteps approaching. The sound of metal clashing The sound of the door opening The young man closed his eyes and turned away from the sound of bright light coming in outside. It only takes a moment for your eyes to get used to the light.

You don't have to say too much about anything. A group of people outside came and half-carried him away. How little strength can you fight against the strength of a strong man?

Everything happened quickly, showing that preparation had already been made. Some bodies were stuffed into red palanquins. He swept his gaze as if he was being arranged to marry someone. In the palanquin, a plump woman was already waiting. She was not at all shocked by his condition. When she was pushed in, she just sat him down beside her. There was no sentence from her. When the sound of the people singing the signal stopped, the procession of floats began to move.

"Consider it your unlucky turn."

The young man turned around and begged the chubby woman to remove the cloth covering his mouth. She understood the meaning he conveyed. But she shook her head and continued.

“I cannot do as you request. Please break your heart. Don't say it now. Until then, you'll probably get used to it."

What is she talking about?

There isn't enough time to sit and think. The only chance of escape is to jump into this palanquin. His body moved as fast as his thoughts. As he was about to jump down, closing his eyes and ready to receive the pain of falling and hitting the ground, a hand grabbed him and held him back. With the sound of thrashing through your teeth

"I can only tell you that You are the chosen one yourself. Now, sit back and it will be ready in a moment.”

Just a moment and it's ready... Is that so?

The procession of floats moved on for an unknown amount of time. It probably lasted almost two minutes, and then it stopped. A chubby woman released his restraints and covered his face with a red cloak, concealing him from view. She still emphasized that "Don't speak haphazardly. Otherwise, they'll say I didn't warn them.” He didn't have the strength to resist right now.

Accept your fate. It's convenient to take and do whatever you want. I just want him to get out of here.

One... bow to heaven and earth

Two…bow to parents

Three…bow to each other.

Wherever the veiled person is, he will know that he alone is performing the ceremony of worshiping the heavens and the earth. Amid various looks from the relatives of the unknown husband, including pity, appreciation, ridicule, laughter, satisfaction, contempt, it is impossible to predict or know at all.

Wasn't he just a fool and a misfortune?

The next sentence should be the word 'can go into the dormitory'. Why is it 'can go into the coffin?'

The young man shook himself out of his grasp again. The force of the flick caused the veil to fall to the ground. He was taken aback by the sight in front of him. The atmosphere that was supposed to be lively looked lonely and lonely. Even though there are a pair of red auspicious letters on the other side. Around him, there were people wearing coarse white clothes, all of their eyes staring at him with various emotions. The seasonal breeze blows back and forth.

A soft white flag fluttered outside. The place next to him where there should have been a groom was empty. In the corner of the room lay a coffin. Along with offerings and some incense sticks.

Minghun, wedding ceremony with a corpse

Everything is clear in my head. He chose to do the stupidest thing, he ran away, his body shaking and struggling, relying on all his strength for just one more step. Just one step and you'll be out of the gate. Suddenly felt heavy at the nape of the neck. The last image was of the door almost closing and consciousness fading once more.

He woke up with a sharp pain in his lip. The smell of blood permeated the entire area. His mouth… couldn't move open again forever… His hands and feet were bound once again, and the place he was in was too narrow for him to move. Another thing is that he doesn't seem to be alone. Beside him, a man lay motionless.

My body was cold and I couldn't breathe…

His brain was like being splashed with cold water. What I thought was not wrong at all. He was probably buried along with the body of this unknown man. Buried even though he didn't even know the exact story. Buried even though he was still alive. Buried even though he didn't even have time to say goodbye to his family.

Suddenly, he was treated like an animal, inhumanely. All of his frustration was reinforced with his last ounce of strength. He pushed his legs out as far as possible and hit the side to relieve his emotions. He would soon die from suffocation.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The area of ​​the lip that had been sealed was cracked even more than before.

His eyes widened and the blood vessels in his neck tensed and bulged. The yellowish white skin was now red, spreading from the eyes to the entire face and neck.

He still had a small hope that someone would hear him and help him out.

Unfortunately, this coffin was made of fine heartwood, and it was dense and made him realize that Miracles have never been real.

He felt very discouraged about his fate. Tears of despair continued to flow. The crying continued silently until he felt a slight tremble.

A large group of people stood and watched as a large wooden coffin was placed into a hole that had already been dug. This is the Chonglong family's tomb. The person lying there was one person and one lifeless body. The eldest heir of the Chonglong family had the unlucky fate of always dying with a sharp weapon. You can fix your bad luck only after getting married. Unfortunately, the auspicious event is actually taking place next month.

Therefore, the auspicious wedding becomes the wedding of the deceased instead. But who could sacrifice their own life to such an extent?

The Chonglong was not a powerful noble family, but a merchant family that was rich in trading. They had a method of choosing a bride for their deceased son that deviated from traditional customs. Using the random guessing method

They will bring a red cloth wrapped in a piece of cloth. Fragments of nails cut from the bodies of deceased people. Then he placed it in a corner in an alley in the middle of the city. Whoever is the first to touch the wrapped cloth is the chosen one. Regardless of whether that person consents or not. The next day, they would leave the dowry in front of the bride-to-be's house and leave without even knocking.

These twisted actions and thoughts continued to spread to the point where they were tied together by fate. So that in the future, if we are born, we will not be separated again like in this life.

Hopefully they will both have happiness in the afterlife that everyone in the family promotes.

The air in the coffin began to decrease. The tears that once flowed have dried up. Cry until there are no tears. But every drop is still pooling in my chest. Feelings of despondency change to stress and resentment. Fate or misfortune brought him to this end. But from now on, can he decide his own destiny? The eyelids closed slowly.

Along with the breath gradually decreasing

I swear before this coffin that if the next life is real or just a dream, I wish not to be born again forever. And this man will remember what his family did to me. He must live with that feeling from birth until death. That feeling will follow this man in every life.

Twenty years later…

“Today is the anniversary of my death and our auspicious anniversary. I feel very sorry. I'm not here to ask for your forgiveness. I just came to pay respects to you with auspicious liquor.”

The tall man held a wine goblet made of fine jade in his hands. As he finished speaking, he turned his hand over and poured the liquor over the grave before walking away.

Five years later

A tall man walked around in front of the Chonglong Family Graveyard. Two stone slabs side by side Larger plates are engraved with short sentences honoring the deceased. The other, smaller plate was devoid of any engravings, not even names.

“Five people, five people. I have had to watch five people I love die in front of me.”

Thick palms clenched together so tightly that they trembled. When you wake up and go to sleep, you will feel uncomfortable and tormented, on the verge of suffocation. Even in a well-ventilated place That feeling ignited in the middle of my chest in waves. Sometimes it's smooth and calm, like there isn't any. If it gets worse it will almost kill you as well.

This feeling of survival and death had always haunted him.

Suddenly, a burning sensation flashed in the middle of his chest. A mouthful of blood traveled from his chest up to his strong neck. The force of the choking attack hits the face. A pile of fresh blood spurted out. Small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The tall man had to sit down and lean on the letterless stone tablet, slowly adjusting his breathing to normal. The smell of blood stinks in the mouth. He raised the back of his hand and wiped it away without hesitation.

“I'm really, really sorry if you're still here. I just want to say that I'm sorry.” After saying that, he remained silent for a long time until the heavy rain clouds moved in to cover him. The rain began to fall on his previously silent body, and he regained consciousness. “Heh, death is probably too comfortable for me. Yes, it is deserved.”

The tall figure stood up and, although still staggering, still managed to maintain his composure and walked away without even looking back again.

A gust of wind blew past. The sound of shrieking and shrieking was heard. Howling and mocking, time has passed, fate swims in cycles of life and death. The vanity of human life

The End 

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