My name is Ronghua, I am 20 years old this year, and I am in the age of Cardamom.
But this year is not beautiful, full of endless loops of nightmares, haunting me.
My hometown is in a remote mountain village, surrounded by mountains and rivers, but there is a story that is incompatible with the village scenery.
It is said that the location of the small village is on the dividing line between Yin and Yang.
Moreover, it happened to be at the "Gate of Ghosts".
There was an old witch in the village who kept telling the villagers that every five years, they had to send an eighteen-year-old virgin to the king of hell, otherwise, the king of hell would lose his temper, open the gate of hell, and let ghosts and monsters come out.
The villagers believed in this rumor deeply, including the older generation of my family, especially my grandparents.
Thinking back to the girl who was sent into the small room before, when she was carried out again, the coffin lid was lifted, and her whole body was covered with bruises, especially the girl's lower body, it was simply horrible.
I was still young at the time, but I didn't know that this scene was deeply engraved in my mind. Of course, I never thought that this matter would be my turn.
The custom of holding a ghost marriage for the King of Hades has existed in that small village for hundreds of years, so that the villagers seldom communicate with outsiders in order to protect this secret.
And I am also fortunate to be the only one who has survived to the present after marrying Hades in the past hundred years. Most of the women in the village who were betrothed to Hades died on their wedding night, and very few survived. And none lasted a week.
After this incident, my parents took me away from the village and came to the city, caring and taking care of me in every possible way, hoping that I could forget what happened that night.
Two years have passed, I thought I could forget it and live the life of an ordinary person, but I never imagined that what happened that night was constantly repeated in my dream, a cycle!
Even if I take a nap on the plane right now, I can't escape, everything is so real, repeated over and over again, the gentle and cold touch, and the heart-piercing pain from the secret place of my body …
And the noise from outside the small dark room.
Those superstitious villagers sang weird songs there. I listened to that sound, horror, horror, and weird tunes. .
Finally, the plane landed, and I walked out of the plane in a daze. When I got out of the airport, I was greeted by my mother's warm embrace.
"Xiaohua, you are back, how are you doing abroad, are you happy?"
She obviously noticed something, saw my pale face, and squeezed my hand nervously. Knowing that I was still under the shadow of that night, he suddenly hugged me into his arms.
"Xiaohua, you have to believe that there are no ghosts in this world. What happened that night... I'm sorry, it's all mother's fault. We didn't protect you well then."
I don't know who made the rules in the village. All girls born in the village must go back to their hometown to celebrate coming of age once they reach the age of eighteen.
Who knows, that became the beginning of my nightmare. My parents knew about the ghost marriage, because at that time, there was an eighteen-year-old girl in the same village, and my grandparents also said that it was not my turn.
However, until the end, fate still made me that unlucky guy. My parents were forcibly captured by a group of villagers, and I, dressed up by a bunch of grandmas, with my eyes covered in white gauze, was tied up in a coffin and sent to that small black room where an unknown number of eighteen girls died.
Time passed by, and the villagers did not let go of my parents until the old witch stopped chanting. They rushed into the house like crazy and freed me from the coffin.
They saw that my white wedding dress was messy, my arms and snow-white thighs were covered with bruises, my hair was disheveled, and the white veil that covered my eyes was soaked with tears. They were heartbroken.
Seeing that I was still alive, my mother burst into tears, hugging me and crying loudly. My father looked at his relatives and the villagers with resentment, and made up his mind to take me away from the small village forever and never come back.
But at that time, I seemed to be frightened and dumbfounded, my eyes were straightened, and I was so far away.
There is a bright red jade bracelet on her wrist, and the carving on the jade is exactly the flower of the Santu River - Manzhushahua.