Ghost marriage has a long history in China, starting in the Qin and Han dynasties, flourishing in the Song dynasty, and ending in the late Qing Dynasty. The ritual of the secret marriage varies from place to place, and the customs are also different.

Dawang Village is one of the few remaining villages that maintains the custom of ghost marriage, and the village has believed for generations that if the children who die early do not complete the marriage, the family will be restless, and the prosperity of the family family will be affected.

This time, the content of Zhang Ling's live broadcast is a complete underworld marriage ceremony, from marriage to joint burial, Zhang Ling has to track the live broadcast throughout the whole process.

Today's secret marriage is held in the east of the village Wang Laohan's family, his son fell to his death when he went up the mountain to collect medicine a month ago, Wang Laohan lost his only son and almost cried to death, or there is a neighbor to help, I am afraid that his life will not be guaranteed.

The son of the old man of the Wang family was also 20 years old when he died, so Wang Laohan thought about matching his son with a secret marriage, so that his son would not be alone in the ground, which could be regarded as a matter of his own heart.

But this untimely marriageable girl is not easy to find, Wang Laohan is looking forward to which girl has a misfortune, or where there is an unmarried corpse to buy.

Two days ago, Zhang Matchmaker from a neighboring village knocked on the door of Wang's house and told them that a girl from a family in Feng County was about to die, the family was very poor, and her mother was also waiting for money in the hospital for treatment, so she was willing to marry her daughter to a parent. He asked the Wang family if they wanted this girl, and brought a photo of the girl. Wang Laohan was full of joy when he saw that the woman in the photo was delicate and young. The two sides negotiated a price of 30,000 yuan.

Wang Laohan went to the town according to the instructions of the matchmaker Zhang to buy the utensils for the underworld wedding, and just waited for the "bride" to enter the door.

Zhang Ling still maintains his original live broadcast style, does not show his face, does not narrate, just watches everything that happens in front of him as a bystander.

As soon as his live broadcast room opened, those loyal fans poured into the live broadcast room, and they had long known through various media news that Zhang Ling had jumped to Cool Video.

"Master, why are you here?"

"Second goods, don't you see that this is the main live broadcast room? It must be a master! ”

"What is the content of the master's live broadcast today......"

"It's like getting married......

"Fuck off, who's getting married in the middle of the night!"

"I know a fart upstairs, this is a secret marriage! It's to marry the dead! ”

"I'll go, the master's live broadcast is getting more and more exciting!"

Just when the discussion in the live broadcast room continued, a burst of suona sounded, and the slightly sad drum music sounded particularly terrible at night, and then I saw several sedan chairmen in mourning clothes carrying a sedan chair and constantly approaching the direction of the camera.

As the camera shifted, a pair of happy characters written on white paper appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and two red firecrackers were placed on the ground.

"I'll go, the white word of joy, it's so scary!"

"Oh my God, are these all paper people?"

I saw dozens of brightly colored paper figures appear in front of the camera, and those paper figures sat around the table, their smiling faces looked particularly weird in the dim light.

Looking at those paper figures, Zhang Ling remembered that his grandfather had told him that these drinks and dishes prepared for the paper figures were to dispel those lonely ghosts and ghosts, so that they would not make trouble at the wedding.

And the people who participated in this secret marriage were all Wang Laohan's closest relatives, after all, this is not a real happy event, and people with ordinary relationships will not come to participate.

Zhang Ling paid a gift money as a folklore reporter and sat down casually, he was bored looking at everything around him, he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and came to broadcast this boring thing live, it was really a dog!

The greeting of the old Han family respectfully invited the bride's photo from the sedan chair and sent it into the new house on the congratulations of everyone.

Zhang Ling stood up and followed everyone to the front of the new house, only to see the person who greeted the relatives put the woman's photo on the kang of the new house side by side with the groom's photo, and tied the two photos together with a red rope.

Looking at the two young people smiling brightly in the photo, Zhang Ling suddenly felt that this was also a kind of consolation to the deceased.

When the greeting person put the red and yellow silk cloth on the photo, everyone once again congratulated them.

When the ceremony arrives here, it is over, and the next thing is to wait until the agreed auspicious day, and bury the woman's coffin and the man's bones together, and the marriage is officially completed.

Zhang Ling saw that there was nothing to see, so he took out his mobile phone and said: "To be continued!" ”

Turning off the live broadcast room, Zhang Ling returned to the business car that had been waiting at the head of the village, the driver on the car had already slept like a dead pig, and Zhang Ling patted the window outside for a long time before the big brother woke up.

"Yo, master, you're back, I'm sorry I'm too tired, I'm asleep, and I'm done?"

"Hmm!"

"Then let's go, this place is eerie and scary!"

The fat driver wiped his saliva, started the car, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the whole car rushed out like an arrow, and soon Dawang Village behind him was hidden in the deep night.

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Three days later, Zhang Ling returned to Dawang Village again, and today is the day when Wang Laohan's family was buried together.

Feng County is only a few dozen miles away from Dawang Village, and by the time Zhang Ling arrived at Dawang Village, the team transporting the woman's coffin had already appeared at the entrance of the village with red paper money.

Zhang Ling opened the live broadcast room again, but this time because the time was relatively early, there were not many people in the live broadcast room, and no one spoke.

Zhang Ling adjusted the angle of the camera, and walked towards the "send-off" team, he walked closer, looking at the red coffin carried by four people Zhang Ling suddenly had a strange feeling, "Why does this coffin look a little wrong!" ””

He took a closer look, he was surprised to find that there were eight coffin nails nailed to this coffin, you must know that the coffin nails of the coffin are very particular, this coffin nails are also called town nails, generally seven nails, commonly known as "descendants nails!" It means that it can be extended to future generations.

But now there are eight town nails nailed to this coffin, which are obviously nailed by laymen.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ling couldn't help but look at those mother's "relatives", it didn't matter, he found that although these people were dressed in linen and filial piety, and their cries were shocking, they couldn't see a little grief on their faces.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Zhang Ling couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, and he suddenly remembered a news he had read before, someone was doing those murderous and corpse stealing things in order to make money.

"Damn, you can't really be so unlucky, you will encounter something murderous and oversold in a live marriage!"

Just when Zhang Ling was in doubt, he suddenly found that behind the "sending relatives" team in white mourning clothes was followed by a female ghost wearing a phoenix crown and a hijab.

The female ghost lowered her head and followed the team lightly, although Zhang Ling could not see her face, but he could see the black blood and tears that kept dripping from under the hijab.