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Chapter 447 The Republic of China! The Ghost Queen (33)

Zhuang Boshi looked around the house.

"Is it exactly the same as before you left?"

Sun's mother sighed, "Before you left without saying goodbye, your father wanted to build you a new house so you could get married."

"Can--"

"What a big kid! How could you run away from home like this? Can you bear to see your parents unable to hold their heads up in the village every day?!"

"What are you talking to the child about?" Mr. Sun said coldly.

"Let's not talk about the past. Our son is back. Let's look forward."

"Yes, yes," Sun's mother said, wiping away her tears. "At your age, you should have been married long ago in the village."

"Your little friend Li Wulang is now a father of three."

“The village chief’s daughter and you have been childhood sweethearts since you were little, and she is now 16 years old.”

"Why don't we pick a day and have your father shamelessly go and arrange a marriage for you?"

Sun's parents stared at him with wide eyes, filled with hope.

Zhuang Boshi replied dismissively, "You two can rest assured, I have my own plans for the marriage."

"What did you say?" Sun's mother asked sternly, tapping his head with her chopsticks.

"The marriage is arranged by parents and matchmakers; this has been the custom in our village for thousands of years."

"You don't seem to like that Miss Zhao the Second, do you?"

"Let me tell you, she's completely different from when she was little. She's grown into a beautiful young woman, and you'll fall in love with her the moment you see her."

Sun's mother had a gossipy look on her face. In her words, the second daughter of the village chief Zhao's family was a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and she rarely left the house. She was a beautiful and intelligent young lady.

Zhuang Boshi had no intention of discussing wedding customs with them here.

Because Sun Sanlang's status was that of a son-in-law placed in a coffin.

Which family does the groom need to marry into to qualify for the "Red Demon" wedding procession?

At the very least, it shouldn't be a person.

"Father and Mother, I just got back and you're already arranging marriages for me. I wanted to be a good son and daughter-in-law in front of you both." Zhuang Boshi quickly changed the subject.

Upon hearing this, the two elders burst into laughter: "Oh, what's there to show filial piety for? We're just happy that you're back."

"Give our Sun family a big, fat grandson as soon as possible. We can enjoy raising him and be happy. How wonderful that would be! I really envy Aunt Liu, who has five or six grandchildren around her knees."

“Okay, I understand. I’ll go see that Miss Zhao tomorrow,” Zhuang Boshi could only say.

"If you like each other, then you can go and ask the village chief to arrange the marriage, okay?"

This village gave Zhuang Boshi the feeling that he had to do things and say things that were appropriate for his status, or he would face great terror.

Although these villagers currently appear to be ordinary people, and Zhuang Boshi could wipe them all out with a single strike, the core of them is an ultimate vengeful ghost that combines terrifying abilities such as ghost painting, ghost bride, and ghost summoning.

There might be some strange restrictions.

"Alright, son, I've already prepared your quilt and bedding, and I've already aired them out in the sun."

Zhuang Boshi smiled slightly: "Father and Mother, you really worry too much about me."

"What did you say?" Mr. Sun quickly patted Mrs. Sun: "Our son just arrived and hasn't eaten yet. Why are you telling him to go and rest?"

"Come and eat something."

"Yes, look at my brain, you've been working hard all day."

"You must be exhausted and hungry."

After saying that, Sun's mother got up and went to the kitchen to start cooking.

Zhuang Boshi, on the other hand, acted like a filial son, chatting with his grandson's father in the hall.

Although it was just casual conversation, it was also a test for Zhuang Boshi.

Clearly, Sun's father was still testing the waters.

Sun's father asked him what hardships and fatigue he had experienced while away from home these past few years, and whether he missed home.

She even brought up a few things from her childhood, intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhuang Boshi then used the classic coping strategy: making big money without getting tired or suffering. He found a few good brothers, but unfortunately, his territory was raided by bandits a few years ago, resulting in significant losses.

To avoid being asked too many questions, Zhuang Boshi took the initiative to steer the conversation, and then started talking about world affairs and boasting.

Of course, Zhuang Boshi didn't know if the people here could understand what was happening outside, so he just bragged about it, saying things like "the position of great general changes every year, this year it's your turn," and "several countries are in war, but you are unparalleled in loyalty and righteousness."

Anyway, it stitches together stories from Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, Snowy Journey, and The Night Watchman of Dafeng, among others.

The father listened to the story with great interest, nodding repeatedly while smoking his pipe.

"Son, why don't you stay home tomorrow?" Mr. Sun said hesitantly.

Zhuang Boshi was a little surprised.

Sun's father was a little embarrassed: "Well, you can help me with some farm work too."

Just as Zhuang Boshi was about to say something, he heard Sun's mother come out of the room and say meaningfully, "Alright, what else is there to say? Eat quickly."

"My son said he's coming to the village chief's house with me tomorrow, so you can do your farm work anytime!"

"Yes, let's eat!" Mr. Sun said, looking down somewhat awkwardly.

Soon, dishes were served on the table.

Zhuang Boshi thought that the food here, if not crawling with maggots, must be some kind of offering for the dead.

But unexpectedly, the food was perfectly normal; even with divine eyes, it was just a perfectly normal meal.

"Eat, eat quickly."

Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Sun made a move; they just stared at him intently.

Zhuang Boshi smiled slightly, and was about to put his chopsticks into the bowl of vegetables when he saw Sun's parents' eyes twitch, and their smiles froze slightly.

He quickly picked up the vegetables and placed them in front of his parents, saying, "Mom and Dad, eat more vegetables so you can stay healthy."

"I've heard from outside that vegetables are the most nutritious."

Sun's mother smiled broadly again: "You've never liked eating vegetables since you were little. I thought you'd changed your ways."

"I didn't expect that after being away for a few years, he wouldn't have developed any other skills, but his tongue has become much sharper," said Mr. Sun.

"You just don't want to eat this dish," Sun's mother quickly placed the plate of fish in front of Zhuang Boshi.

"This is your favorite fish."

"Oh, I knew it was my mother who loved me the most." Zhuang Boshi laughed even harder, and then started eating the fish with rice.

The fish was perfectly fine, even excessively so.

Wild fish and free-range chickens often have various parasites, and even vegetables are not plump enough.

But the vegetables here are plump and the fish is succulent; there are hardly any parasites, not even insect eggs on them.

It seems to be a superior variety that has undergone selective breeding.

The only problem is that the food was poisoned.

It wasn't some kind of poison like arsenic or arsenic trioxide, but rather a kind of sleeping potion.

All three enjoyed the meal.

Of course, Bosch didn't actually swallow these things.

Although everything seemed fine, Zhuang Boshi didn't want to cause himself any trouble in this strange place.

Once the food was stuffed into the mouth, it was immediately sterilized by the Samadhi Fire and turned into ashes.

No matter what strange things happen, they won't amount to anything this time.

After dinner, there was no other entertainment in the countryside, so everyone went to bed early.

Zhuang Boshi lay on that bed, the blankets were thick and all new.

It seems the villagers here are not lacking in supplies; they have no problem with food, clothing, shelter, or transportation.

In chaotic times, even if people know it's a ghost realm, many would probably still try to find a way to hide there.

However, the biggest problem is...

Why did Sun Sanlang run away from this place when it's so nice here?

Even after he dies, he will be sent back by the Red Demon to marry into the family.

The lights outside went out softly, and Zhuang Boshi quickly closed his eyes.

Just then, the door was pushed open a crack. "He's already asleep," Sun's father's voice rang out.

"He must be exhausted. With the medicine I gave him, he should be able to sleep soundly until dawn," Sun's mother said impatiently.

"Let's go!"

The two quietly left the room.

Little black guy, you've finally shown your chicken feet!

Zhuang Boshi transformed himself into an ordinary insect and followed silently behind.

Mr. and Mrs. Sun carried a lantern in their hands and went down the mountain.

To Zhuang Boshi's surprise, the square in the very center of the village was brightly lit, and almost all the villagers had gathered there.

Not only young people, but also the elderly and children stayed up, and everyone looked solemn.

Upon seeing Sun's parents arrive, village chief Zhao Jian quickly asked, "What's wrong with Sanlang? Is he asleep?"

"She's asleep, she's asleep," said Mr. Sun.

Zhao Jian hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is there a problem?"

“What problem could there be!” Sun’s mother glanced at the village chief with dissatisfaction.

"He's perfectly normal. He's just my son, Sanlang. He still loves eating carp."

"That's good, that's good," the village chief said with relief.

"I've been worried for so long, afraid that he was an outsider who had infiltrated the area."

Sun's father exhaled a puff of smoke: "Village chief, you're overthinking it. He is my son!"

"I know my own child perfectly well!"

"You don't need to test me anymore!"

Just as Zhuang Boshi was feeling touched for a second by the parents' acceptance of him.

The village chief's next words almost made him lose his composure.

"If we present this to Her Majesty in this way, she will be satisfied."

Sun's mother said with dissatisfaction, "My son Sanlang was destined to be the Empress's husband since he was a child."

"Then naturally there are no problems with her character, appearance, or talent, so how could Your Majesty be dissatisfied?"

Village chief Zhao Jian chuckled and said, "Of course, only Sanlang in this village has this good fortune."

"The Empress marries a new husband every ten years. If Sanlang hadn't run away three years ago, the marriage would have been arranged long ago."

"Thankfully, he's back; we've made it in time."

I thought this was a warm and welcoming place, but I never expected it to be sold off by someone else right away!

Zhang Dong was also speechless with shock at this scene. He had originally thought that the parents of this body cared deeply for Sun Sanlang.

After they came back, they were treated to the best food and drink, which was out of genuine love and care.

Even if they take medication, it's because they're afraid they won't be able to sleep well.

In retrospect, it was merely a tactic to appease Sun Sanlang, who was to be offered as a sacrifice to the "Empress."

Three years ago, this kid probably sensed danger, which is why he fled overnight.

Even now that he's dead, he's still being brought back by the wedding procession.

Zhuang Boshi couldn't help but mentally curse Zhang Dong: "What a disaster!"

"I was genuinely touched just now, but I never expected them to be such heartless bastards!"

Zhang Dong weakly advised, "Teacher Zhuang, Brother Zhuang, please don't get too excited."

"Have you inquired why Sanlang came back?" the village chief asked.

"He's probably figured it out." Mr. Sun scratched his head.

"With everything so chaotic outside, it's not as enjoyable as being the wife's husband in the village."

The village chief nodded: "That's true, Sanlang has suffered a lot outside."

"To be the Empress's husband is a great honor; we are all so proud!"

At this point, a villager asked, "When is the wedding date set?"

"The longer we wait, the more things might go wrong. It's best to get it done as soon as possible." Mr. Sun's voice trembled with excitement.

"How about tomorrow?" Village Chief Zhao Jian suggested.

Everyone readily agreed.

Sun's father was beaming with excitement, saying, "Our Sun family is finally going to have another husband for an empress!"

"The last member of the Sun family was 250 years ago!"

Village chief Zhao Jie stood up with a smile: "That's a blessing for your Sun family. Once the Empress enjoys it, your Sun family will be complete."

"Everyone, remember this: we can't afford any mistakes tomorrow!"

"Make sure Sanlang gets to the Niangniang Temple safely!"

“That’s right, that’s right!” the villagers all responded.

A little child jumped up and down, saying, "I want to be the Empress's husband when I grow up!!"

"You won't be next."

Another little boy shouted, "It should be me!"

Several little boys were arguing and fighting.

The villagers watched all of this with smiles on their faces.

Looking at this group of people, Zhuang Boshi felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingled.

The reason so many people were gathered together and having such a heated discussion was actually how to offer themselves to that terrifying empress as her second wife.

According to them, the "Empress" marries once every ten years. Even if it's only a thousand years, the Empress would have had more than a hundred husbands by now!

Damn it, she became the hundredth or so husband of a thousand-year-old ghost!
The ultimate example of a small horse pulling a large cart!
No wonder Sun Sanlang ran away! Anyone would have run away in his place!

If it is an abnormal marriage, it is considered to be sending offerings to the "Goddess".

If it's a normal marriage...
Zhuang Boshi felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of a huge, withered ghost bride sitting on the wedding bed.

A normal marriage is more terrifying than an abnormal one!
Immediately afterwards, the villagers began to discuss the wedding procession, the preparation of the dowry, and the arrangements for the banquet.

Everyone spoke enthusiastically, as if it were truly a joyous occasion for the whole village.

However, Sun Sanlang, the protagonist of this "marriage," was kept in the dark and couldn't get a word in edgewise.

The discussion continued until dawn before everyone dispersed.

Faced with this group of villagers who seemed to never need to sleep, Zhuang Boshi quickly transformed back into his original form and flew back to his bed, pretending to be asleep.

Half an hour later.

With a creak, the door was gently pushed open a crack.

The people outside looked around, nodded in satisfaction, and then began their busy morning routines.

Zhang Dong quickly thought to himself, "Uncle Zhuang, shall we leave right now?"

"This wedding is too bizarre!"

Sun Sanlang is outwardly Sun Sanlang, but in reality, he is Zhang Dong.

He certainly didn't want his body to inexplicably marry a thousand-year-old ghost.

Zhuang Boshi said to Zhang Dong, "Dongzi, just bear with it."

“I have a feeling that the coffin is in the temple of that ghost goddess.”

Zhang Dongzhen panicked. He was only a teenager and already understood matters between men and women.

But I've never fantasized about having an intimate relationship with a female ghost.

"Don't worry, I won't use your body and cause any harm."

Zhang Dong reluctantly agreed: "Alright then."

"Even if you are defiled by that demon goddess, I will not tell your mother and sister."

Zhang Dong: "."

(End of this chapter)