Chapter 508 - Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (1)
Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here
The cold wind howled.
Bai Weiwei was extremely exhausted. She vaguely raised her hand and saw the delicate, red embroidered sleeves.
She had been to many ancient planes, and at first glance, she could see that this was an ancient wedding dress.
Another ancient plane?
System: âYou okay?â
Bai Weiwei was startled. The system would ask if she was okay?
She hurriedly replied, âYou arenât going to make a large purchase with my life value, are you?â
System: âAm I so unbearable in your heart?â
Bai Weiwei: âNo, youâre much more unbearable than that. Do you want me to record and publish your evil deeds on posters1?â
System: âRoll.â
ãThe mission is to obtain Ji Yongchuanâs love. Target: Ji Yongchuan. Completion: 0. Duration: 1 month.ã
One month?
Bai Weiwei: âThat time limit is too short.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
System: âIn the last plane, you expediently completed a sixteen month mission in three months. The main system thought that you were just a busy little bee, so it shortened the mission duration to let you keep flying.â
What ghost was a busy little bee?
And what does it mean, keep flying?
Bai Weiwei had a ânothing left to live forâ face, âThe memory hasnât been sent yet.â
System: âIâll transmit it when youâre not afraid.â
Bai Weiwei wondered, what should she fear?
She had gone through great winds and waves. Women as powerful and beautiful as her only appeared in legends.
How could she be scared?
Suddenly an ominous chill closed in, and a foul, rancid odor permeated the air.
A shrill creaking noise sounded.
Similar to someone scraping their nails against a chalkboard.
Bai Weiwei only just realized she was lying down. Beneath her were hard wooden boards, and overhead was wretched green2 moonlight.
This year, even the moon was so malnourished its face was green.
Bai Weiwei was silent for a long time before she asked, âWhere am I?â
System: âCemetery.â
Bai Weiwei: âWhere am I laying?â
System: âCoffin.â
Bai Weiwei stiffened, her heart jumped wildly, and she broke out in goosebumps.
She shakily said, âThe one who is scratching the coffin boards from outside is......â
System: âGhost.â
Bai · doesnât fear heaven, doesnât fear earth · but fears ghosts · Weiwei: â......â
She turned her neck and glanced to the side, only to find a rotten hand suddenly grip the edge of the coffin.
Those rotten mushy fingers had long, black, dirty fingernails, with some small worms and insects wriggling in them.
...... Talk about an unsanitary hand.
The fingers scratched at the coffinâs boards. It seemed to be struggling to climb up.
Bai Weiwei opened her mouth and was about to call for help.
When a head full of hair appeared from above the coffin.
A miserable, disfigured pasty face, half decayed and filled with pus. Several maggots squirmed in the hollow of her eyes, and when she opened her mouth, it emitted an unparalleled stench.
âOh, oh, I found you.â
Bai Weiwei: â......â
She knocked silently on the system.âCan I scream?â
The system checked outside. âBest not, a heap of them just woke up outside. Unless youâre worried that they canât find you.â
Heap......
Heap!
Bai Weiwei was silent for a while. While shivering, she said: âSo the target of this mission, is this ghost?â
System: â...... No.â
The host was scared silly, what to do?
The female ghost with blood and pus on her face, sprawled out on top of the coffin, and reached out to touch Bai Weiwei.
âWhat a good piece of meat, ah.â
Bai Weiwei shuddered, âDonât come any closer!â
The system was pleased that the host was normal for a moment.
âYou havenât bathed for so many years, and tipped trough3, your meat stinks! Why didnât you keep yourself fresh?â
System: â......â
Female ghost: â......â
The scene was very awkward for a second.
1: 大忥: Big posters and small posters are propaganda tools popular in China from the 1950s to the late early 1980s. The big print is a written form that is open and widely publicized to the public. The little print is to expose behaviors to certain important people.â©
2: æ¨ç»¿: Network term meaning unfortunate. So internet slang for an unfortunate.â©
3: å§æ§½, Same homophone for Wo Cao(Fuck me) as in Arc 7, but I figured tipped trough sounds better than laid trough. It has alliteration at least, so it shouldnât be any worse than something like âjumping jackhammersâ as far as interjections go.â©