Passion with a busty female colleague

My name is Meng Zichen, and I live in a small town on the border of northern Anhui.
I grew up with my grandfather, who ran a funeral supplies shop in town. The profits were meager, just enough to make ends meet.
In the corner of the shop, there was an old coffin that had been there for many years.
Every so often, my grandfather would personally apply a coat of black lacquer to it, very carefully and meticulously.
Over the years, whenever someone came to the shop wanting to buy a coffin, my grandfather would always order one custom-made, never intending to sell this old coffin.
I once asked my grandfather why he treasured
this coffin so much. He smiled and said it was for himself. He also said that when he died, the coffin must be sealed with peach wood nails, never iron nails.
Sometimes I couldn't understand what my grandfather said; it seemed like a fairy tale. Gradually, I got used to it and stopped thinking about the coffin.
Until that day…
It was a hot day at the end of July. My grandfather had gone out to visit friends, and I was alone in the shop. Leaning against the glass counter, fan in hand, playing on my phone, I felt utterly listless and lethargic.
Around noon, a soft cough came from outside. I lazily looked up and froze at what I saw. Outside
the funeral shop stood a person.
An old woman, seemingly in her seventies, slightly hunched, holding a black umbrella, standing quietly.
What startled me was her attire.
Despite the sweltering heat, she wore long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, completely covered up—a winter outfit that looked unbearably hot.
Her face was covered in wrinkles, like old tree bark. Patches of age spots clung to her face, somewhat eerie.
As I stared at her, the old woman grinned, a smile that sent a chill down my spine.
"May I come in?"
the old woman asked, her voice hoarse and sinister.
I blinked, a strange feeling creeping over me.
The door was open; you can come in if you want. Why are you asking me what I want?
I quickly stood up, a professional smile on my face, and said, "Please come in. What would you like to buy?"
The old woman didn't respond. She walked into the funeral shop, holding a black umbrella, and slowly paced around, looking at everything.
This didn't seem like she was there to buy anything!
Besides, when the old woman entered the shop, I smelled a strange odor.
It was a rotten smell, somewhat like the distinctive pungent smell of an old person, but stronger and more unpleasant.
I frowned slightly, looked at the old woman, and softly asked again, "What do you need?"
The old woman still ignored me. She walked to the old black coffin in the corner of the funeral shop, stretched out her withered hand, and gently stroked the coffin.
"How much for this coffin?"
Hearing the old woman's hoarse voice, I paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh, that coffin isn't for sale. If you want it, we can customize it; thick ones and thin ones are both available..."
"If it's not for sale, why is it just sitting here?" The old woman interrupted me, squinting at me, her smile becoming even more sinister. She said, "Fifty thousand yuan. If you agree, we can trade now, how about it?" As soon as
she said that, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyes became wary of her.
I was basically certain that this old woman was definitely mentally ill. Wrapped up tightly in the sweltering heat, asking for fifty thousand yuan for a coffin—what else could she be but a lunatic?
Even if she really had fifty thousand yuan, I wouldn't dare take it. First, I couldn't afford to offend a lunatic, and second, this coffin really couldn't be sold. If I dared to sell it, given how much my grandfather treasured it, he'd beat me to death when he got back.
I coughed lightly, forcing a smile, and said cautiously, "I'm really sorry, this coffin isn't for sale. If you want a ready-made coffin now, you can check other shops. The fifth shop on the right after you go out is also a funeral supplies shop; they have ready-made coffins there..."
"Never mind, I won't buy it!" The old woman interrupted me abruptly, looking at me with a half-smile, and said, "What's your name?"
"Huh?" I paused slightly, looking at her warily, and said, "What? If you're not buying anything, then please..."
"Meng Qianzhen is your grandfather, isn't he!" she interrupted me again.
Before I could respond, her somewhat sharp fingernail scratched a thin mark on the coffin. The friction between her fingernail and the coffin lid made a chilling sound.
It felt like the sound of a teacher carelessly drawing chalk on the blackboard in school—very unsettling.
"This old woman is deliberately causing trouble!"
I frowned at her, somewhat impatiently asking, "What exactly do you want?"
The old woman chuckled, glancing at the black coffin. She lightly tapped it twice with her withered fingers, and said in a strange, low voice, "This coffin was prepared for him, wasn't it? Good, very good..."
Then, ignoring me, she walked straight out of the shop.
Stepping outside, she opened her black umbrella, paused slightly, turned back, and gave me a somewhat eerie smile, saying, "By the way, the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month is an auspicious day. I'll arrange a marriage for you; let's get it done that day. Tell your grandfather to prepare!"
Before I could reply, the old woman quickly left, umbrella in hand.
Watching her departing figure, I snorted angrily, "Sick!"
I was already convinced this old woman was mentally ill, acting strangely for no reason, so I didn't take her words to heart.
Grandpa returned home in the evening, quite drunk. The two of them chatted for a while, had a simple dinner, and then went upstairs to sleep.
Our shop was a two-story building; the downstairs was the funeral supplies shop, and the upstairs was my and Grandpa's living quarters—two bedrooms, a living room, and about forty square meters.
Late at night, I tossed my phone aside and was about to go to sleep when I heard a noise.
"Thump~"
The sound was a bit muffled. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but after several thuds, I realized something was wrong.
The sound wasn't coming from Grandpa's room, but from downstairs.
A thief?
I jumped out of bed, grabbed a small wooden stool from the room, and quietly opened the door. I didn't call Grandpa; after all, he was old, and I didn't want to frighten him.
Without turning on the light, I gripped the stool tightly and tiptoed downstairs, my heart pounding with anxiety.
Although the lights were off, I could still vaguely make out the scene inside the funeral shop downstairs by the moonlight streaming in through the window.
No one was there!
The doors and windows were intact and tightly shut.
I breathed a sigh of relief, turned on the light, and smiled helplessly, inwardly mocking myself for being paranoid.
Even if there were thieves, they wouldn't steal from a funeral shop!
Just as I was about to turn off the light and go upstairs to sleep, I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the coffin in the corner and froze
. The coffin lid was slightly off-center, quite noticeable.
My heart, which had just relaxed, jumped again. I stared intently at the coffin, my eyes twitching, and my grip on the small wooden stool tightened.
The coffin was fine before I went to bed last night; someone had clearly moved it.
The doors and windows were tightly closed and intact, so how did the coffin lid shift?
As this question arose in my mind, and I even felt a little panicked, I suddenly heard light footsteps behind me, which startled me.
I quickly turned around and saw it was Grandpa, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Grandpa's face was rather pale, his eyes fixed on the coffin. He ignored me and strode towards the black coffin.
Reaching the coffin, Grandpa's face darkened further as he looked at the misaligned lid.
"Zichen, did someone touch this coffin during the day?" Grandpa asked, his voice heavy with worry.
Chapter Two: Sleeping in the Coffin
"No…uh!"
I stammered, then paused, startled.
Only the old woman had come during the day, leaving a thin mark on the coffin. But the lid's misalignment shouldn't be related to that, right?
I glanced at the lid and was surprised to find a faint handprint besides the mark, seemingly imprinted on the lid itself—very strange.
What happened?
Who did it?
Grandpa, his face grim, his eyes darting, stared at the handprint on the lid, saying nothing.
He pushed open the coffin lid and looked inside. His face instantly turned completely black, his lips twitched, and he gritted his teeth, muttering hatefully, "Damn it..."
I followed his gaze into the coffin and was immediately dumbfounded.
Inside, a set of red and black clothes lay quietly. The style resembled the attire of an ancient groom, but this clothing wasn't made of cloth; it was made of paper. The dyed paper clothes had a pungent smell; the red was bright, the black deep, the two colors blending together to create a strong visual contrast.
My heart skipped a beat, a nameless panic gripping me. At
that moment, for some reason, I remembered the old woman's last words, about arranging a marriage for me.
I couldn't help but shiver, my heart trembling. My gaze drifted into the coffin, and besides the paper clothes, I saw what appeared to be a black piece of paper with writing on it.
Just as I was about to examine what was written on it, Grandpa suddenly reached out and pulled me away from the coffin.
"Zichen, you go upstairs first!"
Grandpa's voice was deep and authoritative.
I felt a little nervous, but mostly confused. Seeing Grandpa's grim expression, I nodded knowingly, said nothing, and went upstairs.
Back in my room, I was wide awake. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I was lost in thought, pondering what I had just witnessed.
Whose handprint was on the coffin lid?
Who left the paper clothes inside the coffin?
Judging from Grandpa's expression, he seemed to know something. What was going on?
Lost in thought, Grandpa opened my door a short while later.
He sat beside me, looking at me solemnly, and said, "Tell me everything that happened during the day, don't leave anything out!"
I calmed my racing emotions and recounted the strange old woman from the day before.
After listening to me, Grandpa pondered for a moment, lost in thought.
After a while, he sighed deeply. I don't know if it was my imagination or what, but I felt that Grandpa seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden.
He stood up gently, patted my shoulder, and said softly, "Alright, go to sleep!"
Without any further explanation, Grandpa simply walked away.
I couldn't help myself anymore. Looking at Grandpa's back, I cautiously asked, "Grandpa, do you know that old woman?"
Grandpa paused, his back to me, and said softly, "Yes, an old acquaintance!"
I wanted to ask more, but Grandpa didn't give me the chance. He walked out of my room and closed the door behind him.
That night, I slept very restlessly, having many nightmares.
In my dreams, I always saw that set of paper clothes and the old woman's eerie smile. I was awakened several times throughout the night.
The next morning, I got up listlessly, yawning constantly. After washing up, I felt a little better and went downstairs.
Grandpa was already up. Instead of going for a stroll in the park with the other old men as usual, he was sitting in front of the glass counter, looking at a calendar on the counter.
On the calendar, Grandpa had circled the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month several times.
It seemed he was also troubled by this matter.
In just one night, the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to have increased considerably.
"Grandpa!" I, who had suppressed my curiosity all night, couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously asked, "Can you tell me what's going on? I didn't sleep well at all, this…"
"Someone wants to wipe out the Meng family line!" Grandpa interrupted me abruptly.
While I was stunned, Grandpa stood up, walked to the entrance of the funeral shop, sat down on the threshold, lit his pipe, and puffed away.
I snapped out of my daze, quickly walked to his side, squatted down beside him, and looked at him anxiously, waiting for him to continue.
After a long while, just as I was starting to get impatient, Grandpa spoke again.
“If I’d known she’d find this place, I should have sent you out to work right after you graduated from high school. That way, she wouldn’t have seen you. Now look what’s happened, there’s no escaping it… A wedding on the fifteenth of July, huh, what a damn good day!”
Hearing Grandpa mutter like this, I stared at him wide-eyed and exclaimed in surprise, “Grandpa, you’re not serious, are you?! A wedding? I don’t even know who she is! That old woman is a complete lunatic!”
Grandpa didn’t look at me, smoking his cigarette, squinting his eyes, and said softly, “She’s not a lunatic… much more troublesome than a lunatic!”
As he spoke, Grandpa tapped the ash from his cigarette on the stone steps, and as if he had made a decision, he said to me very seriously, "I have to go on a long trip. I'll be back before the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month. During this time, you stay at home and don't go anywhere. Make sure the shop is closed before sunset, and don't open the door for anyone. Also, before you go to bed at night, light an incense stick behind the door. If the incense burns out, you can sleep peacefully. If the incense goes out halfway, you must quickly go to sleep in that coffin. No matter what noise you hear, don't come out. You must stay inside until dawn. Do you understand?"
Grandpa's words left me a little stunned. I stared at him blankly, my heart pounding.
"Grandpa...Grandpa!" I swallowed hard, stammering nervously, "Don't scare me! What you're saying is giving me the creeps!"
Lighting incense and sleeping in a coffin—it all sounds so mystical!
Grandpa didn't explain much, just gave me a deep look, and I saw a sense of helplessness in his eyes.
He patted my shoulder, sighed, and said in a low voice, "Just remember what I said. There are some things I can't say, not because I don't want to, but because I can't say them now. Alright, that's enough. The place is far away, so let's not waste any more time!"
Before I could reply, Grandpa strode away.
When I came to my senses, Grandpa was already far away, leaving me squatting there dumbfounded in front of the funeral shop.
I don't know how the whole day passed; my mind was a mess.
That evening, as Grandpa instructed, I closed the shop before sunset.
As night fell, I took an incense stick, lit it behind the door, and wisps of smoke rose.
Grandpa's last words, though unsettling, also filled me with deep doubt. I nervously watched the burning incense stick.
Nothing happened until it burned out.
I involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, clearing my mind of the jumbled thoughts, went upstairs, took a shower, and went to sleep.
For several days, nothing unusual occurred, and my tension gradually eased.
Then, a week after Grandpa's passing, one evening, I lit an incense stick behind the door as usual, yawning as I waited for it to burn out.
Just as it was halfway burned, a strange thing happened.
The incense stick suddenly went out!
Without any warning, it felt as if an invisible hand had forcefully extinguished the flame.
Seeing this, my eyes widened instantly, a chill ran down my spine, every hair on my body stood on end, and all sleepiness vanished.
My heart pounded, a nameless panic gripped me. Ignoring whether it was a coincidence or not, I rushed towards the black coffin, trembling slightly.
Pushing open the lid, I quickly slipped inside and laboriously closed it again.
Once inside, I noticed a paper figure, slightly smaller than myself. This paper figure was peculiar; it wore black and red paper clothes, which looked quite strange.
Grandpa must have done this. I didn't have time to ponder his intentions then. I lay on my side in the coffin, my heart pounding, my body tense, my hands and feet trembling—I was incredibly nervous.
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard movement outside the coffin. Footsteps approached, very light.
In the silence, these faint footsteps were extremely jarring; my heart was pounding in my throat.
Who is it?
Chapter Three: Paper Dolls to Ward Off Disaster
The doors and windows of the funeral shop were all locked from the inside. How did this person get in?
My heart was pounding; the situation was far too eerie.
The footsteps grew closer, reaching the coffin before ceasing. I held my breath, peering nervously through the sliver of light.
Although I didn't understand why Grandpa had made me hide in this black coffin, there must be a reason.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
A series of soft, muffled thuds came from outside, as if someone was gently tapping on the coffin.
I held my breath, my whole body tense, afraid to move.
The muffled tapping didn't last long; soon, all was quiet.
Gone?
I wasn't sure if the person outside the coffin had left. I remained tense, sweat pouring down my body. Hiding in the coffin in this sweltering heat was unbearable.
After a long while, still no movement outside, I breathed a slight sigh of relief, my tense body relaxing a little.
"Thump~"
My foot lightly kicked the inside of the coffin. I'd been holding that stiff position, and when I relaxed, I accidentally kicked it.
My heart skipped a beat, and my body involuntarily stiffened again.
There was still no movement outside; they must have left!
The coffin was unbearably stuffy. Although I'd followed Grandpa's instructions to sleep in the coffin and not go out, I figured slightly opening the lid for some fresh air would be fine!
I carefully pushed open the lid, and just as I was about to sit up, the lights in the funeral shop suddenly flickered.
The lights went on and off, like the voltage was unstable.
Before I could even react, suddenly, an old face appeared before me, revealing a sinister smile.
It was the old woman I'd seen a few days ago!
Her face was covered in age spots, and the putrid, foul smell almost made me vomit.
Besides her chilling smile, what truly made my heart tremble was her eyes.
Her eyes were no longer cloudy; instead, they held a faint, eerie green hue, utterly unsettling.
Startled, I nearly screamed.
Instinctively, I wanted to get up and escape the coffin, but my grandfather's dying words echoed in my mind… Never leave this coffin!
To be honest, I was so terrified my legs were weak; I didn't have the strength to run!
A chilling, unpleasant laugh escaped the old woman's lips. Her voice was hoarse as she said, “A ghost marriage, a pact of yin, requires a little of your blood. I forgot to collect it last time… Don't be afraid, it won't hurt, it'll be over in the blink of an eye!”
The old woman's smile was sinister, the eerie green light in her eyes flickering slightly. She stretched out her withered hand and reached into the coffin.
Her withered hand, with sharp, shiny black nails, accompanied by a faint, fishy stench, reached past me… and directly pinched the paper figure beside me.
Huh?
Although I was frightened, I was still quite surprised by the old woman's actions.
What did she mean by this?
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you scared stiff?" The old woman spoke again with a sinister smile, her sharp, black fingernails digging into the paper figure's neck with great force.
Judging from her expression, she seemed to have mistaken the paper figure for me?
Was this old woman crazy or blind?
I didn't dare utter a sound, holding my breath and staring wide-eyed at this bizarre scene.
The paper figure, of course, couldn't speak. The old woman frowned, and the eerie green light in her eyes seemed to brighten slightly.
A hint of doubt appeared on the old woman's face, then was replaced by a sinister look. She tightened her grip on the paper figure's neck slightly, and her sharp, black nails pierced through the paper figure's neck.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred.
"Thud..."
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out, and at the same time, the old woman let out a painful scream.
I clearly saw that the instant the old woman's nails pierced the paper figure's neck, the paper figure moved!
Several thin, long, sharp bamboo strips burst from the paper figure's body, instantly piercing the old woman's arm, leaving deep wounds.
It felt like a mechanism, waiting for its prey to take the bait.
"Ah~"
The old woman let out a shrill scream, frantically swinging her arms, trying to break free from the paper figure. But the sharp bamboo strips that had burst from the paper figure were embedded too deeply in her arms; the old woman couldn't break free at all.
At the wound on her arm, I noticed that what was flowing out wasn't bright red blood, but a dark liquid! And this black liquid was accompanied by a strong, pungent, fishy odor.
How could normal human blood be black?
The thought had barely formed in my mind when the old woman roared like a madwoman, dragging the paper figure out of the coffin, her other hand tearing and slapping at its body.
The black and red paper clothes on the paper figure were instantly ripped to shreds, revealing the bamboo skeleton underneath.
"Meng Qianzhen, you old bastard, you've tricked me again!"
the old woman roared angrily, her eyes blazing with green light, her face contorted with a vicious expression, staring intently at me lying in the coffin.
"Paper dolls to ward off disaster, fine, you've got guts!" The old woman ignored the paper doll hanging on her arm, as if she only now truly saw me. Her face was filled with a
sinister and ferocious expression as she hissed through gritted teeth, "Since that's the case, don't blame this old woman for being ruthless!" As soon as she finished speaking, her other hand suddenly reached out, her sharp nails aimed directly at my neck.
If I were hit, I would be crippled if not dead!
Lying in the coffin, I had no way to avoid it. In my tense panic, I instinctively crossed my arms and raised them, trying to block the old woman's attack.
"Boom~"
Just then, a loud bang echoed throughout the funeral shop, seemingly coming from the side of the shop door. Lying in the coffin, I didn't know what was happening.
With this loud bang, the old woman's grip on me suddenly froze, and an extremely painful expression appeared on her aged and ferocious face as she let out a shrill scream.
"Meng Qianzhen...you dare!"
Chapter Four Dead?
The old woman's shrill scream made me pause for a moment.
Grandpa's back?
Before I could even process what was happening, the old woman's piercing screams abruptly stopped. She froze beside the coffin, her contorted expression of pain gone, and the eerie green light in her eyes dimmed.
"Don't just stand there, get out!"
That was... Grandpa's voice?
I carefully rose from the coffin and peeked out.
It was indeed Grandpa, standing behind the old woman, his face grave.
The funeral shop's door was wide open, dilapidated, as if it had been violently smashed open.
"Grandpa!" I scrambled out of the coffin, my limbs trembling, still shaken.
Grandpa ignored me, his gaze fixed on the old woman's back.
Only then did I notice several black nails stuck in her back, made of some unknown material. One nail was stuck in the back of her neck, another in her tailbone, and the rest in her ribs!
That's how he immobilized the old woman?
It seems so mystical!
Before I could ask, Grandpa grabbed the old woman and, like lifting a chick, placed her in the coffin.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a black nail, about half a foot long, appeared in his hand, which he plunged into the old woman's heart.
The old woman's body trembled violently, the dim light in her eyes gradually disappearing, leaving her lifeless.
Dead?
Although this old woman was strange, watching Grandpa kill her still made my heart pound wildly.
Grandpa's technique seemed too practiced!
At this moment, Grandpa gave me a strange feeling, something was off!
Grandpa took out a small, palm-sized bronze mirror from his pocket, placed it upside down on the old woman's forehead, and then gently closed the coffin lid.
After doing all this, Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief, looked at me, and said gently, "Were you frightened?"
I stared blankly at Grandpa and nodded blankly.
I had many questions in my mind, but didn't know where to begin.
"Actually, I haven't gone far these past few days. I've been hiding nearby, waiting for this old woman!"
Grandpa sighed softly, looking at me with a complex expression, and said softly, "After hiding for so many years, I never thought she would find me. I know you have many questions, but there are some things I can't tell you right now..."
He paused, seemingly hesitant, and looked at me gently, saying, "After the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, I will tell you something... about your parents!"
Hearing this, I was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Didn't they die in a car accident?"
Grandpa's expression changed, his lips twitched, and he didn't answer my question.
I stared blankly at Grandpa, a great wave of emotion surging within me.
I'm not stupid; seeing Grandpa's expression, I immediately understood that my parents' death was definitely not as simple as a car accident.
I grew up relying on my grandfather, never having met my parents. There weren't even any photos of them in the house. My grandfather told me about their death in a car accident, and now it seems he's been hiding a lot from me.
"My parents' situation...how could it be related to this old woman?"
From what my grandfather had just said, I sensed something unusual.
"Hmm!" My grandfather nodded, glanced at the black coffin, and said softly, "The situation here is complicated, and can't be explained in a short time. I originally wanted to keep it a secret forever, to let you live an ordinary life. Now it seems my thinking was a bit simplistic! After the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, we'll move. I'll tell you some things then..."
"Why wait until after the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month? Can't you tell me now?" I interrupted Grandpa anxiously.
Grandpa gave me a deep look, his eyes unreadable, and said softly, "Don't ask, you'll know when the time comes."
With that, Grandpa waved for me to go upstairs to sleep, clearly not wanting to say anything more to me.
Back in my room upstairs, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time, my mind filled with the old woman's green eyes.
Her eyes glowed with an eerie green light, and her blood was a foul-smelling black—could a normal person have that?
And Grandpa's methods were so strange!
Finally, there was the matter of my parents. I had no memory of them at all, but after Grandpa said those things tonight, the longing I had kept hidden deep inside surged up.
In the following days, Grandpa went out early and came back late, I didn't know what he was busy with. He told me not to go near that black coffin.
At first, I thought the old woman was already dead. Now that the weather was hot, if it wasn't dealt with quickly, the body would easily rot and stink.
But Grandpa said the old woman wasn't dead, just temporarily suppressed, and told me not to worry too much, just stay away from the coffin.
These past few days, I've been on tenterhooks, and the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month quietly arrived.
The fifteenth of the seventh lunar month is called the Ghost Festival in our area, and there are many taboos on this day, so by eight or nine o'clock in the evening, you can hardly see anyone on the streets.
That night, Grandpa carefully cleaned the funeral shop, set up a large round table, and spread a black cloth on it.
On the table, two thick white candles were lit, and in the center was a small incense burner with three finger-thick incense sticks inserted, wisps of smoke rising.
Besides that, Grandpa also prepared a jar of yellow wine and several empty bowls, placing them on the round table, facing the shop entrance.
I didn't know what Grandpa was planning, and he didn't explain, just told me to sit at the round table.
The shop door was open, and above the door frame, Grandpa hung a small black wind chime. Afterwards, Grandpa carefully sprinkled a lot of incense ash evenly in front of the shop.
After finishing, he came to my side, sat at the large round table, poured himself a bowl of yellow wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Want to be my Meng family's granddaughter-in-law? Let's see if you have the ability!"
Grandpa stared at the shop entrance, let out a burp, and said with burning eyes, "I want to see what kind of matchmaker that old hag is using. Just because I've been hiding for so many years doesn't mean I can let others mold me..."
Grandpa muttered to himself, drinking his yellow wine one sip after another, his eyes fixed on the shop entrance.
I clung tightly to Grandpa, my heart pounding. My intuition told me that something very exciting was going to happen tonight.
Chapter Five: The Woman in White
Time passed slowly, and it was late at night.
Grandpa waited patiently and calmly.
"Ding-ding..."
At this moment, the small black wind chime that had been hanging quietly on the doorframe began to sway gently, moving without wind, which was quite strange.
Grandpa squinted at the shop entrance, seemingly talking to himself, but also to me, "They're here!"
I stared wide-eyed at the door, my heart pounding with anxiety.
Nobody was there!
The area outside was empty and pitch black; there wasn't a soul in sight!
No, something was wrong!
My gaze fell on the threshold. Grandpa had previously scattered a thick layer of incense ash there, and now, on top of that ash, a jumble of footprints had appeared out of nowhere.
It looked as if someone had been wandering around on that ash.
Seeing this, a chill ran down my spine, rushing to the back of my head.
A ghost?
This eerie sight made my face turn deathly pale, my teeth chattering, and I instinctively moved closer to Grandpa.
"Grandpa…Grandpa, this…" I stammered, barely able to get the words out.
"Don't make a sound, just watch!" Grandpa interrupted me, not looking at me, but still staring towards the shop door. His voice was low and menacing as he shouted, "Big ghosts, retreat! Little ghosts, hide! Wandering spirits, get out of the way!"
With that, Grandpa waved his hand, and a large bowl of yellow wine was splashed directly outside the door.
The wine landed on the patch of incense ash outside the shop, and the ash began to boil, sizzling like something being fried in oil.
Seeing this, Grandpa frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew in from outside.
This breeze was abrupt and chilling, dispersing the stuffy atmosphere inside the shop, making me shiver involuntarily.
"Ding ding ding..." The small black wind chimes on the doorframe swayed rapidly, their crisp sounds continuous.
At the same time, the flames of the two thick candles on the round table suddenly shrank considerably, their originally bright flames becoming dim, a faint green glow appearing within them.
Grandpa's face suddenly turned grim, his eyes grave, his gaze twitching as he muttered, "What kind of ghost marriage is this old hag pulling? Looks like she's got quite a background!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the shop lights flickered, turning on and off.
The temperature plummeted, as if winter had suddenly arrived.
Then, a hazy figure appeared outside the shop—a woman.
When I saw her face clearly, I was completely stunned, staring at her blankly, almost in a daze.
Beautiful, so incredibly beautiful!
Bright eyes, white teeth, skin as white as snow, exquisite features—even the actresses on television paled in comparison.
She was slender and curvaceous, dressed in white, her small, delicate feet treading the ground, so alluring, almost tempting to hold and caress them.
This woman was truly a peerless beauty, beautiful without being gaudy, breathtakingly so.
The only flaw was that this woman seemed a bit too cold; her beautiful eyes held an indifferent expression, as if she didn't care about anything.
I'm not the type to forget everything when I see a beautiful woman. After a brief moment of distraction, I quickly regained my senses and looked at the woman in white standing at the shop entrance with mixed feelings.
From what I had just seen, it was clear that this woman in white wasn't human.
Was she the ghost bride that old woman had arranged for me?!
If only she weren't a ghost!
As my mind raced with these chaotic thoughts, my grandfather stood up beside me, his gaze fixed intently on the woman in white outside the door, and said in a deep voice, "Young lady, our family has also been tricked. We do not agree to this ghost marriage. We beg you to show mercy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Grandpa pulled a piece of black paper from his pocket. This paper had appeared in the coffin along with the paper clothes some time ago, and Grandpa had kept it close to his body ever since.
I was right next to Grandpa, and when he took out the paper, I glanced at it. There were a few lines of writing on it, seemingly a person's birth date and time.
Grandpa's hand trembled, and the paper flew out and floated down in front of the woman in white.
The woman in white gently reached out, her delicate hand grasping the black paper. After glancing at the writing on it, she gently rubbed her fingers together, and the paper turned into a flame and disappeared.
After doing all this, she didn't leave. Instead, she pointed to the black coffin in the corner of the shop and said softly, "Release the witch!"
Her voice was gentle, but her tone was slightly stiff, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time, but her voice was very pleasant.
Grandpa's expression changed again, his eyes growing more serious, even showing a hint of wariness and apprehension.
"Young lady, what is your relationship with the witch?" Grandpa said in a deep voice, "She schemed against our Meng family. We finally managed to trap her, I can't just let it go so easily..."
"Ding ding ding..." The black wind chimes on the threshold swayed even more rapidly, interrupting Grandpa's words.
The woman in white ignored Grandpa completely, lifting her fair, jade-like foot and slowly stepping over the threshold, one foot lightly landing in the shop.
"Whoosh~" A strong gust of cold wind arose, and the surrounding temperature dropped significantly.
"Bang~" A muffled sound rang out, and the small black wind chime hanging on the doorframe shattered.
At the same time, Grandpa's face turned completely black.
The woman in white moved lightly, directly to the large round table. With her arrival, the flames of the two candles on the table had completely turned into eerie green flames, looking very strange.
She ignored Grandpa and me, directly grabbing the yellow wine on the table, pouring a bowl, and taking a small sip. At the same time, she reached out her fair hand and easily extinguished the three sticks of incense emitting blue smoke in the small incense jar. Grandpa's eyes widened in disbelief.
The woman in white put down her wine bowl, looked at Grandpa, and said softly, "Your methods won't work on me!" With that, she walked straight to the black coffin in the corner. Meanwhile, Grandpa's expression shifted, and he flipped his hand, revealing several long black nails—the same kind of long black nails that had been inserted into the old woman's body. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [Yu Xiao Novels] and reply with the number 58 to continue reading the exciting story!) Grandpa hesitated, seemingly wary of the woman in white. "I told you, your methods won't work on me!" The woman in white, with her back to us, as if knowing Grandpa was about to attack her, said softly, "So, don't do anything foolish, or else… um?"
Before she could finish speaking, she stopped in front of the black coffin, seemingly having discovered something unusual.
She slowly turned around, looked at her grandfather, a strange look flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "This is... the Soul-Suppressing Coffin?!"

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