In my sleep, there seemed to be something pressing down on me, and the cold pain made me suddenly wake up. "Ah... it hurts... oh... don't be like this..."
"Just bear with it..." A low and cold voice whispered in my ear. It didn't slow down at all, but became more and more fierce.
I was so painful that my whole body was twitching, but no matter how scared and painful I was, it was useless. My body couldn't move at all, as if I was trapped. I could only suffer this kind of torture and fear in the darkness.
His kisses, his hands, and his body were all as cold as ice. His figure was even vague, but the strength he exerted on me was still so cruel and terrible. With the torn blood as oil, he invaded little by little and cracked again and again. The long torture made me die.
Finally, before my consciousness completely dissipated, he ended the invasion and withdrew from my body. His blurry figure slowly disappeared from my sight.
When I woke up in the morning, I struggled to sit up, but just as I was about to sit up, blood-stained, turbid white liquid spilled out from below, and the sheet was also wet.
Everything at night was like a nightmare, but the pain in his body was real. If he moved a little, his waist would be sore and unbearable, and his lower body would be swollen and painful.
Was the same nightmare as two years ago about to start again?
My brother told me that the ancestor of the Ming family was from a tribe that crawled out of a grave. It was supposed to be buried for hundreds of years, but by chance, at the middle of the seventh day of the seventh month, when the Frigid Ghost Sect was open, he was struck by the nine Heavenly Thunder Tribulations of a little red fox that had been killed in the sky. The red fox survived, and the ancient corpse also obtained a mysterious and strange power.
Just like that, the ancient corpse crawled out of the coffin. It had been passed down from generation to generation. It had been continuously married to humans, and it had managed to reorganize its constitution over and over again. In the end, it had become a special existence that existed between Yin and Yang.
We don't belong to human beings, nor are we ghosts, and we're not corpse. We're just half-Yin and half-Yang.
Because of this, our Underworld Family is different from ordinary people. We are wandering on the edge of society and doing the most ominous jobs, such as fortune-tellers, medical examiners, burial masters, Feng Shui, and so on.
My father, the eldest grandson of the eldest branch, naturally inherited his grandfather's antique shop. It was not an ordinary antique, but an antique that was stained with all kinds of yin and bad luck and powerful energy. After a simple processing, it was sold to the government.
Dad said that people in our family couldn't live long, so they got married very early. They were afraid that they would have no descendants.
Especially for women, their bodies were cold, and they usually didn't live past twenty-five or twenty-six years old. There were very few men who could live past forty years old, so I didn't even see my grandfather, let alone my grandmother. I could only recall their remains in the ancestral temple.
As for me, it was even more ominous. It was said that on the day of my birth, it was the middle of the seventh day of the seventh month. The lightning and thunder were everywhere, and the Yin and Yang were chaotic. My mother's blood sugar was broken in the middle of the night. But we were in a mountain village, far away from the county hospital. The storm triggered a flood, and the ancient bridge of hundreds of years collapsed. My father could only drive his mother from the ancestral grave to the county hospital.
When I passed by the ancestral grave, the thousand-year-old tree in the cemetery was struck by lightning and fell down, just in time to hit my mother. She died on the spot, and I was born at that moment. When I was born, I held a small jade pendant tightly in my hand. It was a cute little fox's decoration of turning her head to look at the moon.
According to my grandfather's and grandfather's conjectures, this may be the reason why I was spared from death. I was always allowed to take this little red fox jade pendant with me.
When I was seven years old, the villagers dug out a thousand-year-old tomb due to ignorance and greed. They destroyed the lifelike and beautiful ancient corpse, robbed all the burial items in the Southwood Coffin, and destroyed the magic formation around the tomb and under the coffin. That damaged ancient tomb turned into ashes under the Sky Thunder that night.
From that day on, there were people and animals dying in unnatural ways in the village. All kinds of strange ways of death made people panic. Village Chief gathered everyone to discuss the countermeasures and decided to sacrifice a child girl in front of the disappearing tomb. They would arrange a ghost marriage for the destroyed corpse and beg for his forgiveness in exchange for a chance to survive.
Needless to say, I am the perfect candidate, because from the night I was born, there was something strange and ominous about me.
Therefore, I wore a wedding dress made of bride's wedding clothes stolen from the tomb by the villagers. I knelt in front of the tomb and worshipped heaven and earth and ghosts. It could be regarded as a marriage in hell.
It was strange that since that night, the village had returned to normal. Very few people died accidentally, and the livestock were safe and sound.
Nine years later, on my 16th birthday, when I was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, I was awakened by the cold pain. Only then did I find that a vague man was pressing on me. He was pulling me hard while murmuring my name: Little Wu, Little Wu... You are mine.
I was terrified and painful. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't move. Only my eyeballs could move.
Could it be that this man was the ancient corpse that had been destroyed? His figure was blurry. Could he be a ghost?
I was so scared that I screamed and cried. I begged him to let me go. He seemed to be very angry and said that he was my ghost man. I shouldn't have resisted him and didn't recognize him.
He took me a whole few hours. After that, I was in a coma for three days before I woke up. But for half a month, I was as cold as ice, lost in thought, and even lost my heartbeat.
The whole Ming family came to me to find a way to absorb my soul, nourish me, and use all kinds of methods. Finally, my body temperature and heartbeat slowly recovered, and my consciousness came back.
Since then, that ghostly man had never appeared again. Two years had passed, and I had almost forgotten him. From the night when I was just 18 years old, this guy came to me again.
He tortured me so fiercely that I felt sore all over. I had a splitting headache during class during the day, so I couldn't concentrate and was criticized by every teacher.
Another midnight came, and the expected scene was played again. This time, his figure was not so blurred, but he wore a terrible ghost-faced mask. His hands and body felt real. When he wanted me, he was no longer as cold and real as he was in a dream.
He stroked my body over and over again. His pair of long and slender hands were familiar with the way. They caressed the skin all over my chest and lower abdomen. Finally, they slid down. The cold oppressive feeling was overwhelming, making me tremble and recall the pain and fear of the night when I was 16 years old.
I felt his hand reaching in. It was not very patient to expand, and the shame and fear made my whole body tremble and tense up.
The more tense my body was, the more painful I felt when he entered. My whole body was trembling and tears were streaming down my face. I begged him to stop.
This kind of difficult combination made him very dissatisfied. His low and cold voice sounded in my ear. "Are you afraid of me? Little Wu, you are my wife. No matter a thousand years ago or now, you should be mine. You must be."
"I'm just a sacrifice offered to you by the villagers. It's not like a thousand years ago..."
"You're so naughty. My little Wu... I should let you remember me well." He bit my lips angrily, and his movements were even fiercer. It seemed that the bed was going to cave in.
"I know I was wrong..." I closed my eyes, and my tears rolled down. I could only admit it and curl up, trying to escape from him.
As soon as I moved, he pinched my waist tightly, making it tighter.
"Ah..." Humiliation, fear, and unwillingness. I didn't know why I was so bold at that moment. I struggled desperately and opened the drawer at the head of the bed.
In the drawer were the five emperor's coins, peach wood swords, cinnabar, black dog blood, and talisman papers that my brother gave me. These were all real things, but they were useless to him.
He snorted and pressed my wrists on both sides of my head with his big hand. But before I could bear it and faint, he licked the wound on my hand with his cold tongue, and the wound quickly healed.
