许 Qinglang vomited so hard that he nearly brought up all his bile.

Zhou Ze shook his head slightly. This kid was still too young. He probably hadn't watched enough ghost movies as a child. This kind of encounter with a ghost in the wild and eating with it was a classic scene.

The delicacies originally placed on the plate were actually maggots, earthworms, cockroaches, ants, and so on.

This trope had been used to death.

Even if Zhou Ze didn't have eating disorders, he wouldn't touch a single bite.

Did you expect the ghosts here to go to the market to buy groceries every day? And set up a stove to cook for you?

Zhou Ze remembered a case from before. A person went to visit a friend, who said his wife was away traveling and he could only entertain him alone. He stayed at his friend's house for a week. The only regret was that his friend had too few vegetables and mostly meat, but the broth was really delicious.

When he said goodbye to his friend and came out, he ran into a neighbor who said that this friend hadn't left his house for almost a month and was locking himself up inside all day.

The person immediately threw up after hearing this.

Zhou Ze subconsciously picked up the wine in front of him, then put it down.

He almost forgot,

It was roadside urine.

"If Husband is feeling unwell, he should go and rest first," the ghost madam said, looking at the black-skirted maidservant beside her.

The maidservant nodded and walked over to help Xu Qinglang.

Xu Qinglang directly pushed away the maidservant's support, straightened his body, and said:

"Just say what you want to say quickly. I don't want to play any more roundabout games."

Mm, Xu Qinglang was angry.

Completely angry.

The ghost madam stood up and walked in front of Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

He’d been with Xu Qinglang for too long, but he was still normal.

However, Zhou Ze didn't have the courage to lift the ghost madam's red veil.

Beautiful face turning into withered bones, naturally.

Looking at the layout and decoration here, it was clear that this ghost madam had died a long time ago. If he lifted her veil and she was in a good mood, she might show you her face from when she was alive;

If he was unlucky, he'd get a skull face covered in maggots that would blind his dog eyes.

Zhou Ze remembered reading a report in his past life that it was popular for husbands to accompany their wives into the delivery room;

Many naive people thought this would allow the husband to understand his wife's efforts and greatness. Later, a Japanese husband became depressed after accompanying his wife during childbirth, developed a psychological shadow, and was never able to lead a normal married life again, ultimately having to choose divorce.

And right now, Zhou Ze knew that he had a neighbor who was more beautiful than a woman. If he was startled by this ghost madam's face, his orientation might really head towards an unpredictable abyss.

In both his past and present lives, he didn't seem to have ever truly gotten his wish with women. Zhou Ze didn't want to skip steps and start playing a futuristic game in this life.

"Upper Official, the reason this concubine invited you over instead of visiting you proactively is not because this concubine is being rude or deliberately neglecting you, but because this concubine really has no other way to leave this place,"

The ghost madam lamented to Zhou Ze.

"As for this husband, the reason I invited him over is only because more than ten years ago, when this husband was just a child, he passed by here and left a jest. He said to his companion at the time that if the female ghost was really like Wang Zuxian in the movies, he would be willing to marry her and take her home."

Xu Qinglang's mouth widened when he heard this.

He himself had forgotten that there was such a thing?

Zhou Ze, on the other hand, glanced at Xu Qinglang, meaning: I didn't see it, you look so effeminate, but you were so precocious.

"Specifically, what is the matter?"

Zhou Ze didn't directly say that you were very naughty and he was going to take her back to hell.

The little loli once said that he was the most self-aware person she had ever met.

Indeed,

Zhou Ze was indeed aware now that without benefits, performance, or tasks, there was really no need for him to sacrifice himself for the prosperity of hell.

"Upper Official, don't worry, this concubine will be leaving today and my soul will return to the netherworld." The ghost madam smiled and continued, "My surname is Bai, and I am the daughter of a scholarly family from the Daoguang era. Unfortunately, my fate was ill-fated, and I died before my marriage and was buried here. It has been nearly two hundred years since then.

Although I am a ghost, I have never done anything harmful. I have protected the peace and prosperity of the surrounding villagers. Mr. Se'an once inscribed a plaque for my shrine. Since then, I have had a temple body and can receive incense offerings;

However, for nearly sixty years, the shrine has been dilapidated and long gone, and no one knows that there was once such a yin shrine here."

"Who is Mr. Se'an?" Xu Qinglang blinked and asked.

"Zhang Jian," Zhou Ze replied.

"Oh, him," Xu Qinglang understood now.

Zhang Jian was a famous figure in Tongcheng at the end of the Qing Dynasty. He drafted the abdication edict of the Qing Emperor. He was the top scholar in the late Qing Dynasty and also a national entrepreneur.

The yin shrine that the ghost madam mentioned was not referring to a messy place, but to a shrine not recognized by the imperial court's rites and laws, a deity belonging to illegal sacrifices.

"Then you're quite impressive." Xu Qinglang recovered from his vomiting state. After the ghost madam said that she had only invited him because of a jest he made as a child, he relaxed. It was good that he wasn't being forced to be her husband.

Cultivating for two hundred years and even having a shrine built for her to receive incense offerings, shouldn't that have already transcended the level of a ghost?

"Now, this concubine's cultivation is complete, and I am about to enter the netherworld. However, there is one thing that this concubine cannot ignore."

The ghost madam bowed slightly to Zhou Ze and pleaded:

"This concubine's former body, due to the reason for burial, has not decayed for two hundred years and is lifelike. This concubine's soul is about to enter the netherworld, but this concubine's body cannot be taken away.

Moreover, for these two hundred years, this concubine's body has been implicated by this concubine's soul and has shown signs of becoming a baleful entity. This concubine does not want my body to awaken and do things that harm heaven and reason after my soul goes down. Therefore, I implore the Upper Official to help."

"How do you want me to help you?"

Zhou Ze rubbed his hands. It would be best if this ghost madam planned to go to hell herself. That was like turning herself in;

No, it didn't seem like turning herself in. It was more like a rebel army in ancient times growing to a certain size and then accepting the imperial court's amnesty, washing away its identity, and getting an official position.

But no matter what, it was good that she wasn't going to confront him head-on.

"This concubine asks the Upper Official to help watch over this concubine's body and burn it with bamboo and wood on the night of the next Cold Clothes Festival," the ghost madam said.

"Help watch over it?" Zhou Ze thought for a moment and nodded.

"The Upper Official has agreed to this concubine?" The ghost madam confirmed. "This concubine thanks the Upper Official here."

"You're welcome."

Zhou Ze subconsciously picked up his wine glass again,

Mm,

And put it down again.

"Then this concubine will take her leave." The ghost madam's figure began to slowly disappear, leaving very simply.

Zhou Ze pursed his lips. The next moment, Zhou Ze found that the surrounding scenery had all disappeared, and he and Xu Qinglang were sitting on two stone blocks.

The surrounding banquet had also disappeared without a trace. All that could be seen were jagged rocks and dense weeds.

Xu Qinglang lit a cigarette, feeling a little melancholy.

"Are you a little disappointed that you didn't see what your wife looked like?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Why didn't you lift the veil and take a look yourself?" Xu Qinglang snorted coldly.

As the saying goes, a horse's strength is known by the distance it travels, and a person's heart is known by the length of time. Zhou Ze had repeatedly stabbed him in the back tonight, and Xu Qinglang had recorded it all in his little notebook.

"She's your wife, how could I dare to overstep?" Zhou Ze looked around, then stomped his foot on the ground. "Is that Bai madam's corpse buried under this piece of land?"

"It should be," Xu Qinglang said with some uncertainty, but soon, his eyes discovered two rusty iron shovels lying in the grass in front of him. "It should be, right? They even prepared shovels for us."

Zhou Ze walked over, and he and Xu Qinglang each took a shovel. There was nothing else to say, start digging!

The two of them dug together until dawn, exhausted and drenched in sweat. Finally, they hit something hard below. Brushing away the dirt on top, they could see clearly that it was a red wooden coffin.

It took them about another half hour to completely clear the coffin.

"Let's open the coffin," Zhou Ze said. "It's almost dawn. Let's finish this early, otherwise people will see us and call the police, thinking we're grave robbers."

"You do it," Xu Qinglang wiped away his sweat. "I find it disgusting."

"Didn't she say her body didn't rot?"

"Who knows if it's true?"

Zhou Ze shook his head. There was nothing he could do. This was something he had promised someone. Xu Qinglang was just helping out of friendship. If he didn't want to do it, he could only do it himself.

Prying open the coffin nails, Zhou Ze stood to the side and pulled hard. The coffin lid was lifted, and then Zhou Ze took out his phone and turned on the flashlight to shine it down.

"Heh...she's actually quite good-looking."

Xu Qinglang also came over. Indeed, the woman lying in the coffin was wearing a white dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and a dignified and beautiful face. There wasn't the slightest problem with her body. She looked like she was asleep.

This time, Xu Qinglang was very active. He jumped down and hugged the woman's corpse.

But just as he lifted her off the ground, Xu Qinglang's expression immediately changed. He immediately put the corpse down and then kept rubbing his hands to the side.

"Hiss...so cold, bone-chillingly cold. This corpse has so much baleful aura. She's clearly about to turn into a zombie. That Bai madam definitely didn't tell the whole truth;

She must have been deliberately nourishing her corpse all along for the past two hundred years out of a woman's natural love of beauty.

Now that she's completed her merits and is about to leave, she's leaving behind such a big trouble."

Zhou Ze went down himself. When he picked up the female corpse, Zhou Ze also immediately sensed that chill that seemed to stimulate the soul.

But in the next moment, Zhou Ze found that his fingernails began to grow longer, and those chills, which Xu Qinglang had previously called baleful aura, began to actively pour into Zhou Ze's fingernails.

For a time,

The feeling of ascending to heaven made Zhou Ze's soul completely tremble. This seemed to be a kind of nourishment.