Erotic Dreams

In the darkness, only desolation and sorrow remained; everything seemed so far removed from life. Suddenly, the light brightened. If you thought that was the end, you were wrong. What came into view was an extremely lewd scene: a man and a beautiful woman were whispering sweet nothings to each other, both breathing softly.
The man watched the woman's breasts rise and fall, a lewd smile playing on his lips. "Sister-in-law, you don't need to pretend anymore. You clearly need a man! As the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders,' I've long wanted to enjoy the pleasures of love with you!" He then grabbed the woman's breasts with both hands, kneading them forcefully, a sinister smile on his face that chilled the heart.
The woman, panting heavily, managed to reply, "No, Brother Yu… Oh!… My husband just died, I… How could I betray him! Please don't do this! Qi'er is still sleeping!" The man remained silent. At this moment, all words were superfluous; besides increasing the intensity of his kneading, he wouldn't utter another word. The woman's eyes were filled with desire and passion, a look that drove the man even more mad.
Looking at the beautiful woman, he lewdly chuckled, "Sister-in-law, I know you've always been chaste and consider yourself impeccably pure. Now I want to see if you're as pure as you are under me, or if you're just wanton, hahaha! You're so beautiful, I'm afraid you'll melt in my mouth or fall from my hands. I'll let you taste the pleasure I could never get from my brother." The man couldn't help but laugh loudly.
His hands caressed the woman's body, tracing her breasts downwards. His eyes held a triumphant smile as he looked at her. He was filled with smugness; he wanted to thoroughly humiliate her, to make her forever submit to his lewd power.
The man kneaded her swollen, red breasts, and gently kissed her lips, savoring the deliciousness of her tender lips. The woman trembled, only managing to clench her teeth, preserving the last vestige of her shyness and dignity. The man savored the moment, then prepared to storm the castle. He saw the woman with her eyes tightly closed, teeth clenched, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. He freely fondled her breasts, which countless men dared not defile, kneading them vigorously. At the same time, his right hand pinched her tender nipple, applying slight pressure. The woman trembled involuntarily, her tightly clenched lips parting slightly. The man seized the opportunity to conquer, his tongue enveloping her shy, delicate tongue, savoring it wantonly.
Simultaneously, his hands moved closer to the woman's private parts. He noticed a fleeting glint of light in her eyes, which vanished in an instant, filling him with immense satisfaction. Just as he was about to penetrate further, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly struck backward. Instantly, darkness returned.
Ah! Qian Duo awoke with a start. It was that terrible dream again, the dream that had haunted him for nine years. Who were that man and woman? What was their relationship with him? The servant boy, Gou Sheng, heard his young master's shouts and rushed in.
"Young master, are you alright? I heard you shouting. Should I go wake Master and Madam?" Gou Sheng said, panting.
"I'm fine, just had that dream again. Go back to sleep! And don't disturb Father and Mother!" Qian Duo replied.
"Okay! Young master, don't think so much. I'll take you to see a play tomorrow. I heard a new opera troupe came to the city recently, and the young lady's figure is absolutely amazing!" Gou Sheng said, drooling. "Alright,
go now!" Qian Duo fell back asleep, this time sleeping soundly. A smug, lewd smile spread across his face!
Qian Duo, the adopted son of the wealthy Qian family in Lin'an City, was nineteen years old this year. Since coming to the Qian family at the age of six, he had displayed extraordinary intelligence, mastering poetry and songs with ease. Unfortunately, he was naturally dissolute and unrestrained, his only interests being playing and admiring beautiful women.
"Who cut out these delicate leaves? The spring breeze of February is like scissors." In those lingering, moist spring days, filled with the subtle fragrance of flowers, Master Qian never paid attention to windows. His eyes were always fixed on pretty women; windows were just a word to him, too empty and devoid of meaning. Even long afterward, Master Qian couldn't figure out whether he was blessed or deserved his misfortune. Why did he suddenly become interested in that window across the street that day?
That evening, as spring, enduring the pain, squeezed its withered breasts to sprinkle misty rain upon the world, Gou Sheng suddenly noticed that Master Qian's gaze had crossed the low-hanging rain curtain and was shockingly fixed on an exquisite window. The window's style was very simple and ancient; what was slightly attractive was its large size and height, its exquisite craftsmanship, and its deep red paint, displaying a dignified air. The delicate plum blossom lattice seemed fragile, as if it couldn't withstand a single ray of sunlight. The window latch was probably not properly secured; a slight breeze caused it to open halfway, the creaking sound still startling even amidst the wind and rain. Young Master Qian stopped abruptly. He stood inside, peering forward, as if trying to become a beam of light to see what was happening. Gou Sheng saw several women selling camellias, each holding a colorful paper umbrella, gracefully passing by. One of them was completely soaked from the waist down, revealing her round, pert buttocks and long, slender legs. Gou Sheng nudged the dazed Young Master Qian, gesturing for him to look at that wet, alluring sight. But Young Master Qian paid no attention, chuckled softly, and continued to scrutinize the window opposite. Young Master Qian's actions greatly surprised Gou Sheng. In the past, Young Master Qian would have eagerly rushed to the window to see for himself. He
might even have parted the raindrops to get a better view. Perhaps a few raindrops would have been shattered by his eagerness, painfully choosing to separate. But all of this left Gou Sheng completely bewildered.
From then on, Master Qian seemed possessed, constantly staring at the window opposite. What was he expecting?
After a few days, the window suddenly opened like a throbbing clam. Master Qian knew clearly that he could see that mark again. It seemed as if heaven was helping; sunlight shone on the window, making everything so clear.
A pair of hands slowly emerged from within—a woman's hands, fair and delicate, yet remarkably long and slender. When she casually placed her hand on the windowsill, a fire mark appeared on the back of her hand. The hand moved gently, so casually and naturally. Suddenly, it seemed to sense Master Qian's fervent and joyful gaze, and vanished silently.
Although it was only for a moment, Qian Duo was still extremely excited. This stemmed from his yearning for his true parentage. Indeed, Qian Duo was not Master Qian's biological son. Master Qian, a philanthropist for most of his life, had no children. Qian Duo was a child he rescued from a cliff while traveling for business. Qian Duo was six years old that year, his clothes torn by tree branches—the very branches that had saved his life. However, due to a severe head injury, Qian Duo lost his memories. Master Qian believed in fate and took him home to raise him, his wife treating him as her own son.
But Qian Duo knew he wasn't their biological child and had always been searching for his birth parents. His only support was the fire-marked jade pendant he had worn since childhood. Now that he had finally found a clue to his origins, how could he give up?
On the night his fate changed, Qian Duo felt a pang of pity and sympathy for the cold moon hanging in the sky. He stood alone under his family's tall tree, looking at the moon through the dense foliage, feeling that the moon was as lonely as he was. So cold and desolate, he even wanted to throw his newly bought jade plate into the sky to keep it company.
Such a moonlit night has gradually faded and blurred in everyone's memory, but it remains vividly etched in Qian Duo's mind. That night, the moon was so bright that one could see the jade trees in the moon palace, and a horizontal white cloud made its shape resemble a beautiful breast. Young Master Qian secretly slipped out of the house, hiding his family and Gou Sheng behind his back. He walked slowly, the moon following him step by step in the sky. He felt the moonlight dripping from his hair, and his heart was itching with the teasing, shimmering moonlight. The mysterious call from the window ignited a powerful urge in him: Climb in! He had to get in!
Qian Duo's strong belief, like a dense dark cloud, obscured the ever-brighter moonlight. He reached into his robes and rummaged around for a moment, pulling out an iron claw typically used by martial arts masters. The iron claw was old, pitch black, without a trace of reflection. Young Master Qian gripped the rope and swung the iron claw around a few times, the whooshing sound it made in the still night sounding incredibly imposing. As he swung it, the iron claw flew down to the windowsill like a bat, strangely without making a sound.
Young Master Qian looked around and found the streets deserted except for the night breeze and moonlight. A smile spread across his face, his heart pounding with longing. As he climbed the rope, he felt he was about to grasp his long-held dream.
Despite his thoughts, he didn't loosen his grip, and soon his hand touched the windowsill. An indescribable impulse seized him. He had finally touched the window. At that moment, he almost fainted from ecstasy.
The window opened silently, revealing a dark and eerily quiet interior. But Qian couldn't care less now. He wished he were a true martial arts master, able to leap up and ask the owner the questions he had always wanted to ask. Then he saw those familiar hands!
Undoubtedly, those hands were beautiful, exquisitely crafted, like works of art, not something an ordinary person could possess. In the dim moonlight, Qian Duo clearly saw those hands slowly reaching for the rope he was clutching, the sharp nails exuding a rich rose scent.
With a simple flick of the wrist, Qian Duo, rope and all, was pulled into the room. Was this the world behind that window? It was tidy, without any superfluous decorations, very simple and serene. Judging from the furnishings, Qian Duo knew the owner was a quiet person.
"Who are you? Why are you here in the middle of the night? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll kill you." Only then did Qian Duo notice the owner in the darkness. She was dressed in white, as white as snow, exuding a faint, ethereal beauty. Her exquisite face was so beautiful that no words could describe it. Her cold face carried a touch of holiness, giving people a sense of sacred inviolability. Her bright eyes shone with a captivating light, intoxicating. She deeply attracted Qian Duo, so much so that he didn't even answer his previous question.
The mistress's face grew increasingly cold, and swiftly, a jade-like hand was placed on Qian Duo's chest. Without a doubt, the charming young master would be dead in moments. Suddenly, the beautiful hand stopped; she seemed to have seen something.
The mistress abruptly pulled off Qian Duo's jade pendant, saying, "Speak! Where did you steal this pendant from?" Qian Duo panicked and hurriedly said, "This pendant has been with me since I was a child, give it back to me!" He stepped forward to retrieve the pendant, only to find he had grasped empty air.
The woman in white had somehow appeared behind him. By the moonlight, she carefully examined Qian Duo's face.
Time seemed to stand still. After an unknown amount of time, the woman in white returned the pendant to Qian Duo, saying, "You look very much like your father!" Qian Duo couldn't believe his ears: "You know my father? Where is he now? Why didn't he want me?" "He's dead!" The woman in white cruelly left behind these words, then walked into the house.
Qian Duo rushed forward, asking, "Who? Who killed my father? Why did they kill him?" He was already sobbing uncontrollably.
"What good will it do you if you know? I'll only consider telling you about your background after you become the top scholar in both the civil and military examinations. Starting tomorrow night, wait for me at the Seven Star Pavilion outside town. I'll teach you the ways of the world. Hurry up and call me Master." The woman in white sighed and said.
"Master, please accept my bow." This was perhaps the quickest decision Qian Duo had ever made in his life. Before the woman in white could finish speaking, Qian Duo had already knelt down and kowtowed three times.
"Alright, my name is Yang Ruo. People in the martial arts world call me the Witch. Are you afraid?" Her tone remained cold.
"No! I think Master is the most beautiful sister I've ever seen!" Qian Duo said very seriously.
"Look at your sweet talk. Alright, go back now. Remember to come to the Seven Star Pavilion tomorrow." The woman in white's tone became warm for the first time, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
The seasons drifted by in his memories like willow catkins. Qian Duo had been studying under Yang Ruo for five years. During this time, Yang Ruo taught him music, chess, calligraphy, painting, meditation, and breathing exercises, but she had never taught him any martial arts moves. Although Qian Duo was quite puzzled, he still respected Yang Ruo greatly.
That year, Qian Duo was twenty years old and, whether by his father's or his master's orders, was to go to the capital to take the imperial examination. That night, Yang Ruo's face was still pale, and she coughed incessantly.
Qian Duo helped Yang Ruo sit down and said, "Master, your injuries haven't healed after so long. Please take good care of yourself while I'm gone!" Yang Ruo gently replied, "Duo'er, you don't need to worry about me. Instead, you must be careful! The world is dangerous; don't be careless! You must win first place! I'll wait for you to return!" She then straightened Qian Duo's clothes and smiled sweetly.
Looking at his master's exquisite face, her long, lustrous hair cascading over her shoulders, her fair skin like snow, and her slender figure curvaceous beneath her thin white robe, Qian Duo's breathing became heavy, and a part of his body subtly changed.
Qian Duo immediately turned away, concealing his presence, and waved to Yang Ruo, saying, "Master, this disciple takes his leave!" He then hurried home, leaving Yang Ruo alone standing quietly in the dim moonlight.
Back home, Qian Duo couldn't fall asleep, his mind constantly filled with his master's radiant smile. His vision began to blur.
In his dream, Yang Ruo, naked, appeared beside him. With a soft moan, she collapsed into his arms. Years of pent-up desire had made Qian Duo forget his master-disciple relationship; he greedily buried his head in Yang Ruo's neck, kissing her fragrant skin. Yang Ruo's delicate hand reached down to Qian Duo's crotch, gently caressing his semi-erect penis.
When his penis was pressed firmly against his lower abdomen, Yang Ruo softly murmured, "Duo'er...take me...I want you..." Qian Duo, as if hearing heavenly music, rolled over and pinned Yang Ruo beneath him, slowly parting her legs. He guided his penis straight in, but unexpectedly, it veered off course, scraping against his penis and causing a slight pain. Yang Ruo couldn't help but giggle. Embarrassed, Qian Duo could only beg Yang Ruo for help. Yang Ruo gently tapped his head, then lightly guided his penis to her vagina, gesturing for Qian Duo to insert it.
At this point, even a fool would know what to do. Qian Duo lowered his hips, inserting his penis. It was wet, hot, slippery, and tight inside—a man's ultimate pleasure. Qian Duo pressed down on Yang Ruo's genitals, supporting himself on the bed, violently releasing his pent-up desire. His penis moved rapidly in and out of her moist, pink vagina. Yang Ruo's legs rested lightly on Qian Duo's thighs, slightly bent, her smooth skin fueling his lust. Her two delicate toes were pointed straight, swaying with each thrust.
"Oh...oh...oh...Duo'er, slow down, don't tire yourself out...ah..." Yang Ruo absorbed Qian Duo's lust like a sponge, her beautiful eyes closed, her hands kneading her breasts, her lower body thrusting forward so that Qian Duo could penetrate her core with every thrust.
"Is it comfortable... Master... I've liked you since the first time I saw you..." Qian Duo lay down, his strong chest pressing against Yang Ruo's full breasts, flattening the two mounds of flesh on her chest. He pressed his whole body against Yang Ruo, his buttocks swaying rapidly.
"Okay, Duo'er, Master feels so good... I like it too... I like Duo'er's big stick... I... yes... continue..." Yang Ruo was now acting out of character, truly becoming a witch, her lewd words flowing out continuously.
"What did you say?" Qian Duo barely stopped his movements. Yang Ruo's vagina was too tight, and the tingling sensation of his penis made Qian Duo's buttocks wriggle involuntarily.
"Huff... huff... I said... I want you to go harder, I like it when you're like this." Yang Ruo was panting, her skin a vibrant pink, lying on Qian Duo's body as if she had just emerged from the water, her whole body wet, her face flushed with desire, and her eyes flashing with a strange flame.
"Master, do you like it like this?" Qian Duo asked seriously.
"Yes, I've always liked you, I..." Yang Ruo blushed like a shy young lady.
"I want to call you Ruo'er," Qian Duo tentatively said.
"Yes! Ruo'er will always be yours..." Yang Ruo's answer was very firm, making Qian Duo overjoyed.
He didn't say anything more, but simply lifted Yang Ruo's legs and carried them on his shoulders, frantically licking her jade-like legs, kneading her full breasts with both hands, sucking and licking her nipples, while thrusting his lower body into her with all his might, wishing he could shove his testicles inside as well.
Yang Ruo beneath him moaned with pleasure, her cries growing louder and louder until they reached a point of near madness.
Qian Duo could clearly feel that Yang Ruo's vaginal muscles contracted more intensely than ever before, as if some magical force was sucking his penis inside. Currents of pleasure surged up his spine, coursing through his body and converging in his testicles.
Gradually, Yang Ruo's voice became indistinct, turning into a muffled, whimpering chant, not a melody, but a long, drawn-out hum. As the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh grew more rapid, Yang Ruo's humming became increasingly excited, like a boatman struggling against a raging river, his muscles trembling under the immense pressure!
Qian Duo, meanwhile, thrust repeatedly into Yang Ruo's lower body with all his might, his wet, thick penis rapidly entering and exiting her two pink, fleshy labia, causing the tender pink flesh inside to constantly turn outwards. White, sticky bodily fluids seeped out from the crevice between their bodies with each thrust, coating her entire groin with the repeated slapping of Qian Duo's scrotum.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...it's coming...ahhhhh..." Yang Ruo's voice suddenly rose high, as if she were shouting out all the strength in her body with this one cry. Then Yang Ruo's body stiffened instantly, arching backward with all her might, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth wide open but unable to utter a sound, her nails digging into Qian Duo's arm flesh, her legs almost crushing Qian Duo's waist, and she began to convulse rhythmically.
Her vagina contracted and writhed rhythmically, each tremor releasing a gush of love fluid onto Qian Duo's glans.
At the same time, Qian Duo thrust violently like a raging bull, the tingling sensation on his swollen glans growing stronger and stronger, Qian Duo's anal muscles contracting into a tight knot, his testicles throbbing, he couldn't take it anymore! He was about to come! With that feeling of extreme fullness, Qian Duo hugged Yang Ruo tightly, and with one last desperate thrust, he plunged into the deepest part of Yang Ruo's body.
The final passion finally erupted, Qian Duo's penis throbbing violently inside Yang Ruo's beautiful vagina, and with the contraction of his scrotum, streams of scalding semen were squeezed out, spraying wildly, hitting Yang Ruo's cervix hard. Yang Ruo convulsed wildly, her nails digging into Qian Duo's flesh. Qian Duo clung tightly to Yang Ruo's waist, trembling and convulsing involuntarily with the rhythm of ejaculation.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out: "Young Master, it's time to get up! We need to get up early! Young Master!" It was just a dream, yet it felt so real. How could I do this? That was my master!
My name is Meng Zichen, and I live in a small town on the border of northern Anhui. I
've lived with my grandfather since childhood, running a funeral clothing shop in town. The profits were meager, barely enough to make ends meet.
In the corner of this 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, meticulously and carefully.
Over the years, whenever someone came to the shop wanting to buy a coffin, my grandfather would always order a custom-made one, never intending to sell this old coffin to anyone.
I asked Grandpa why he treasured this coffin so much.
Grandpa 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 Grandpa said; it seemed like a fairy tale. Gradually, I got used to it and stopped thinking about the coffin.
Until that day…
It was late July, a hot day. Grandpa had gone out to visit friends, and I was alone in the shop. I was leaning against the glass counter, the fan blowing on me, playing on my phone, feeling listless and lethargic.
Around noon, a soft cough came from outside. I lazily looked up and was stunned by what I saw.
Outside the funeral shop stood a person.
An old woman, who looked to be in her seventies, slightly hunched over, holding a black umbrella, standing there quietly.
What stunned me was the old woman's clothing.
It was a sweltering day, but she was dressed in long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, completely covered up, dressed like it was autumn or winter. Just looking at her made me feel unbearably hot.
Her face was covered in wrinkles, like old tree bark. Patches of age spots appeared on her face, somewhat eerie. As
I stared blankly at her, the old woman grinned, a smile that sent a chill down my spine.
"May I come in?"
The old woman's voice was hoarse and sinister.
I blinked, a strange feeling creeping into my heart.
The door was open; you can come in if you want, why are you asking me?
I quickly stood up, putting on a professional smile, and said, "Please come in, what would you like to buy?"
The old woman didn't respond to my question. She walked into the funeral clothing shop, holding a black umbrella, and slowly strolled around, looking at everything.
This didn't seem like she was there to buy anything!
Besides, as the old woman entered the shop, I smelled a strange odor.
It was a putrid smell, somewhat like the distinctive pungent, musty odor 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 is this coffin?"
Hearing the old woman's hoarse voice, I was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Oh, that coffin isn't for sale. If you want it, we can customize it, thick or thin..."
"If it's not for sale, why is it sitting here?" The old woman interrupted me directly, squinting at me, her smile seeming even more sinister, and said, "Fifty thousand yuan. If you agree, we can trade now, how about it?"
As soon as she said this, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyes became wary of her.
I'm pretty sure I'm certain this old woman is mentally ill. She's bundled up in the sweltering heat, demanding 50,000 yuan for a coffin—what else could she be but a lunatic?
Even if she really did have 50,000 yuan, I wouldn't dare take it. First, I can't afford to mess with a mentally ill person, and second, this coffin is definitely not for sale. If I dared to sell it, given how much my grandfather treasures it, he'd beat me to death when he got back.
I coughed lightly, smiled apologetically, 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..."
"Forget it, I'm not buying it!" The old woman interrupted me, looking at me with a half-smile, and said, "What's your name?"
"Huh?" I was slightly taken aback, 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 slightly sharp fingernails scratched a thin line across the coffin lid. The friction between her nails and the lid produced a chilling sound,
like the unintentional scratching of chalk on a blackboard – very unsettling.
This old woman was deliberately trying to cause trouble!
I frowned, looking at her impatiently, and said, "What exactly do you want?"
The old woman chuckled, glancing at the black coffin. Her withered fingers tapped it lightly twice, and she said in a strange, soft 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!"
Without waiting for my reply, the old woman quickly left, umbrella in hand.
Watching her departing figure, I snorted angrily, "Sick!"
I was already convinced the old woman was mentally ill, acting strangely for no reason, so I didn't take her words to heart. It wasn't
until evening that Grandpa returned, drunk. The two chatted for a while, had a simple dinner, and then went upstairs to sleep.
Our shop is a two-story building; the downstairs is the funeral supplies shop, and the upstairs is my grandfather's and my living quarters—two bedrooms, a living room, and about forty square meters.
Late at night, I tossed my phone aside, ready to sleep, when I heard a noise.
"Thump~"
The sound was a bit muffled. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but after a few more thuds, I realized something was wrong.
The sound wasn't coming from my grandfather'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 out to my grandfather; after all, he's 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 light was off, the moonlight streaming in from the window allowed me to vaguely make out the scene inside the funeral supplies shop downstairs.
No one was there!
The doors and windows were intact and tightly closed.
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 apprehension.
"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—it looked strangely imprinted on the lid.
What was going on?
Who did it?
Grandpa's face was grim, his eyes darting around as he stared at the handprint on the lid, saying nothing.
He pushed open the lid, peering inside. His face instantly turned black, his lips twitched, and he gritted his teeth, hissing, "Damn it…"
I followed his gaze into the coffin and was utterly dumbfounded.
Inside the coffin, a set of red and black clothes lay quietly. The style resembled the attire of an ancient groom, but instead of cloth, it was made of paper. The dyed paper clothes had a pungent smell; the bright red and deep black created a striking visual contrast.
My heart skipped a beat, a nameless panic gripping me.
Suddenly, I remembered the old woman's parting words—that she would arrange a marriage for me.
A chill ran down my spine, and my gaze drifted into the coffin. Besides the paper clothes, I saw a piece of black paper with what appeared to be writing on it.
Just as I was about to examine it closely, 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 mix of nervousness and confusion, but 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 these thoughts, Grandpa soon opened my door.
He sat beside me, looking at me with a grave expression, and said, "Tell me everything that happened during the day, don't leave anything out!"
I composed myself and recounted the strange old woman from earlier that day.
After listening to me, Grandpa pondered for a moment, lost in thought.
Then, he sighed deeply. Whether it was my imagination or not, Grandpa seemed to have aged considerably overnight.
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 hold back any longer. Watching Grandpa's retreating figure, 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 that 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, hmph, 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, and said softly, “She’s not a lunatic… much more troublesome than a lunatic!”
As he spoke, Grandpa tapped his foot on the stone steps … He tapped his cigarette ash, as if making a decision, and 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 sleep at night, light an incense stick behind the door. If the incense burns out, you can sleep peacefully. If the incense goes out halfway, quickly go to sleep in that coffin. No matter what noise you hear, don't come out. You must stay inside until dawn, 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 so creepy!"
Lighting incense and sleeping in a coffin, it all sounds so mystical!
Grandpa didn't explain much, but gave me a deep look. I saw a helpless expression in his eyes.
Grandpa patted my shoulder, sighed, and said in a deep 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 quite far, 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 and lit it behind the door, watching the wisps of smoke rise.
Grandpa's words before he left had a chilling effect, but they also filled me with deep doubt. I watched the burning incense with a nervous look.
Nothing happened until the incense burned out.
I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, clearing my mind of the jumbled thoughts, and went upstairs to take a shower and go to sleep.
For several days, nothing unusual happened, and the tension in my heart gradually eased.
Until the night a week after Grandpa left, as usual, I lit an incense stick behind the door, yawning as I waited for it to burn out.
But just as the incense was half-burnt, a strange thing happened.
The incense 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, and the hairs on my body stood on end; all sleepiness vanished.
My heart pounded, a nameless panic gripped me, and without caring whether it was a coincidence or not, I rushed, trembling slightly, towards the black coffin.
Pushing open the coffin lid, I quickly crawled inside and laboriously closed it again.
Once inside, I discovered a paper figure, slightly smaller than myself, inside. This paper figure was a bit peculiar; it was dressed in black and red paper clothes, which looked quite strange.
Grandpa must have done this. At that moment, I couldn't think about his intentions. I lay on my side in the coffin, my heart pounding, my whole body tense, my hands and feet trembling—I was extremely nervous.
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard movement outside the coffin. Footsteps approached, very light.
In the silence, these light footsteps sounded extremely jarring; my heart was pounding in my chest.
Who was it?
The doors and windows of the funeral shop were locked from the inside. How did this person get in?
My heart was racing because this situation was so eerie.
The footsteps grew closer, reaching the coffin, then stopped. I didn't dare breathe, peering nervously through the small crack in the wall.
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 knocking on the coffin.
I held my breath, my whole body tense, afraid to move.
The muffled knocking didn't last long; soon, there was no more sound outside.
Gone?
I wasn't sure if the person outside the coffin had left. I remained tense, sweat pouring down my body. After all, in this sweltering weather, being inside a coffin was unbearably stuffy.
After a long while, there was still no movement outside. I breathed a slight sigh of relief, and my tense body relaxed a little.
"Thump~"
My foot gently kicked the inner wall of the coffin. Just as I relaxed from that stiff posture, I accidentally kicked it.
My heart skipped a beat, and my body involuntarily stiffened again.
Still no movement outside. They must have left!
It was too stuffy inside the coffin. Although I had followed my grandfather's instructions to sleep in the coffin and not go out, I should at least open the coffin lid a little to let in some air, right?
I carefully pushed open the coffin lid, and just as I was about to sit up, the lights in the funeral shop suddenly flickered.
The lights flickered, as if the voltage was unstable.
Before I could even react, suddenly, an aged 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 stench almost made me vomit.
Besides her chilling smile, what truly terrified me were her eyes.
They were no longer the cloudy kind; instead, they held a faint, eerie green hue, utterly unsettling.
Startled, I almost screamed.
My instinct was to get up and escape the coffin, but Grandpa's last 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 came from the old woman's mouth. 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, a faint green light flickering in her eyes. She stretched out her withered hand and reached into the coffin.
Her withered hand, with sharp, shiny black nails, accompanied by a faint 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 does this mean?
"Why aren't you saying anything? Scared out of your wits?" The old woman spoke again with a sinister smile, her sharp, black fingernails digging into the paper figure's neck with considerable force.
Judging by her expression, she seemed to have mistaken the paper figure for me?
Was this old woman insane 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, the eerie green light in her eyes seeming 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, her sharp, black fingernails piercing through it.
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 moment the old woman's fingernails pierced the paper figure's neck, the paper figure moved!
Several thin, long, sharp bamboo strips burst open from the paper figure, instantly piercing the old woman's arm, leaving deep wounds.
It felt like a trap, waiting for its prey to take the bait.
"Ah~"
the old woman let out a shrill scream, desperately shaking her arm, trying to break free from the paper figure. But the sharp bamboo strips that burst from the paper figure were too deep in her arm; 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 smell.
How could normal human blood be black?
This 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 torn to shreds, revealing the bamboo skeleton underneath.
"Meng Qianzhen, you old bastard, you've schemed against me again!"
the old woman roared angrily, her eyes blazing with green light, her face contorted with a vicious expression as she stared intently at me lying in the coffin.
"A paper figure to ward off disaster, fine, you've got guts!" The old woman ignored the paper figure hanging on her arm, as if she only now truly saw me, her face twisted in a sinister grimace, and she hissed through gritted teeth, "Since that's how it is, don't blame this old woman for being ruthless!" As soon as
she finished speaking, her other hand shot out, her sharp nails aimed directly at my neck.
If I were hit, I would be crippled if not killed!
Lying in the coffin, I had no way to avoid it. In a moment of panic and tension, I instinctively crossed my arms and tried to block the old woman's attack.
"Boom!"
Just then, a loud crash echoed through the funeral shop. It seemed to come from the shop's entrance. I was lying in the coffin, not knowing what was happening.
With the crash, the old woman's grip on me suddenly froze. Her aged, contorted face contorted in agony, and she let out a piercing scream.
"Meng Qianzhen…you dare!"
The old woman's agonizing scream startled me.
Grandpa's back?
Before I could even process what was happening, the old woman's scream abruptly stopped. She froze beside the coffin, her contorted, pained expression frozen, 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. He stood 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 eyes fixed on the old woman's back.
Only then did I notice several black nails embedded in her back, made of some unknown material. One was in the back of her neck, one in her tailbone, and the rest in her ribs!
Had he immobilized her like that?
It seemed so mystical!
Before I could ask, Grandpa grabbed the old woman, lifting her like a chick, and placed her back into the coffin.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, a long 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 fading, leaving her lifeless.
Dead?
Although this old woman was strange, watching Grandpa kill her still sent a jolt through me.
Grandpa's technique seemed a bit too practiced!
He gave me a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
He pulled 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 sighed, looked at me, and said softly, "Were you frightened?"
I stared blankly at Grandpa and nodded blankly.
I had many questions, 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 complicated expression. He 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 instinctively 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 like this, I immediately understood that my parents' death was definitely not as simple as a car accident.
I've lived with Grandpa since I was little, never having met my parents, and we didn't even have any photos of them. Grandpa told me about their death in the 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 Grandpa had just said, I sensed something unusual.
"Yes!" Grandpa nodded, glanced at the black coffin, and said softly, "The things here are complicated, and I can't explain them in a short time. I wanted to keep it a secret forever, to let you live a normal life, but now it seems my thinking was a bit simplistic! After the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, we'll move, and 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 looked at me deeply, his eyes unfathomable, and said softly, "Don't ask anymore, 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 gleamed with an eerie green light, and her blood was a foul-smelling black—could a normal person possess such eyes?
And then there was Grandpa's methods, which I found incredibly strange!
Finally, there was the matter of my parents. I had no memory of them at all, but after Grandpa's words tonight, a deep-seated longing welled up within me.
For the next few days, Grandpa left early and returned late, I didn't know what he was busy with. He told me not to go near the black coffin.
At first, I thought the old woman was dead; with the hot weather, her body would easily rot and stink if not dealt with quickly.
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 constantly on edge, and the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month quietly arrived.
The fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month is known as the Ghost Festival in our area. There are many taboos on this day, so by eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the streets are practically deserted.
That night, Grandpa meticulously cleaned the funeral clothing shop, set up a large round table, and laid a black cloth on it.
Two thick white candles were lit on the table, and in the center was a small incense burner with three finger-thick incense sticks inserted, wisps of smoke rising gently.
Besides this, 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, only telling me to sit at the table.
The shop door was open, and above the doorframe, Grandpa hung a small black wind chime. Then, Grandpa carefully sprinkled a lot of incense ash evenly in front of the shop entrance.
After finishing all this, Grandpa 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 door, hiccuped, and said with burning eyes, "I want to see what kind of matchmaker that old hag is using. I've been hiding for so many years, but that doesn't mean I can let others mold me..."
Grandpa muttered to himself, taking sips of yellow wine, his eyes fixed on the shop door.
I clung tightly to Grandpa, my heart pounding. My intuition told me that something very exciting was going to happen tonight.
Time passed slowly, and it was already 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 door frame began to sway gently, moving on its own without any wind, which was very strange.
Grandpa looked at the shop door, squinted, and said, as if to himself or to me, "They're here!"
I stared wide-eyed at the shop, my heart pounding with nervousness.
There was no one there!
The area outside the shop was empty and pitch black, not a soul in sight!
No, something was wrong!
My gaze fell on the area in front of the shop threshold, where Grandpa had previously scattered a thick layer of incense ash. Now, on that ash, a jumble of footprints had appeared out of nowhere.
It looked as if someone had been wandering around on that incense ash.
Seeing this, I felt a chill run down my spine, straight to the back of my head.
A ghost?
This eerie scene made my face turn pale instantly, my teeth chatter, and I involuntarily 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 directly, not looking at me, still staring in the direction of the shop door, and said in a low voice, "Big ghosts, avoid! Little ghosts, hide! Wandering spirits, retreat!" As
soon as he finished speaking, Grandpa waved his hand, and a large bowl of yellow wine was poured directly outside the door.
The spilled liquor landed on the ash pile outside the shop, and the ash suddenly began to boil, sizzling like something was frying in oil.
Seeing this, Grandpa frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew in.
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 shrank considerably, their once bright flames dimming, a faint green glow appearing in the light.
Grandpa's face suddenly turned grim, his eyes grave, his eye twitching, and he muttered, "What kind of ghost marriage is this old hag pulling? Looks like she's got quite a background!" As soon
as Grandpa finished speaking, the lights in the shop flickered, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
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 speechless.
Beautiful, so incredibly beautiful!
Bright eyes, white teeth, skin as white as snow, exquisite features—even the actresses on television paled in comparison.
She had a slender, curvaceous figure, dressed in white, her small, delicate feet touching the ground, so alluring that one felt an irresistible urge to hold and caress them.
This woman, due to space limitations, could be described as having unparalleled beauty—beautiful without being gaudy, captivating all who beheld her.
The only flaw was that this woman seemed a little too cold; her beautiful eyes held an indifferent expression, as if she cared nothing for 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'd just witnessed, it was clear 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. He said in a deep voice, "Young lady, our family has been tricked. We do not agree to this ghost marriage. Please, young lady, show mercy!"
With that, my grandfather 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 I hadn't expected him to keep it so carefully.
I was right next to my grandfather, and when he took out the paper, I glanced at it. There were several lines of writing on it, seemingly a person's birth date and time.
Grandpa's hand trembled. Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [唯漫小说] and reply with the number 336 to continue reading the exciting story! The black paper flew out and landed in front of the woman in white.
The woman in white gently reached out and her delicate hand grasped the black paper. After glancing at the writing on the paper, she gently rubbed her fingers together, and the black paper turned into a flame and disappeared.
After doing all this, she did not leave, but pointed to the black coffin in the corner of the shop and said softly, "Release the witch!"
Her voice was soft, but her tone was a little stiff, as if she had not spoken for a long time, but her voice was very pleasant.
Grandpa's face changed again, his eyes became more solemn, and there was even a hint of vigilance and fear.
"Girl, what is your relationship with the witch?" Grandpa said in a deep voice, "She plotted against our Meng family. It was not easy to trap her, I cannot let her go so easily..."
"Ding ding ding..." The black wind chimes on the threshold shook more rapidly, interrupting Grandpa's words.
The woman in white completely ignored Grandpa, lifting her fair, jade-like foot and slowly stepping over the threshold, one foot lightly landing inside the shop.
"Whoosh!" A sudden gust of cold wind swept through, and the surrounding temperature dropped drastically.
"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 nimbly to the large round table. With her arrival, the flames of the two candles on the table had completely turned a ghostly green, looking very eerie.
Ignoring Grandpa and me, she grabbed the yellow wine on the table, poured herself a bowl, and took a small sip. At the same time, she reached out her fair hand and easily extinguished the three smoldering incense sticks in the small incense burner. Grandpa's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat official account [唯漫小说] and reply with the number 336 to continue reading the exciting story! The woman in white put down her wine bowl, looked at Grandpa, and said softly, "Your methods are useless against me!" With that, she walked straight to the black coffin in the corner. At the same time, Grandpa's expression shifted, and with a flick of his hand, several long black nails appeared—the kind that had been driven into the old woman's body.
Grandpa hesitated, seemingly wary of the woman in white.
"I told you, your methods are useless against 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, as if she had discovered something unusual.
She slowly turned around, looked at Grandpa, a strange light flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "This is… the Soul-Suppressing Coffin?!"

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