My name is Rong Hua, I am 20 years old, and I am in the prime of life.

But this time is not pretty, full of nightmares of infinite loops, haunting me.

My hometown is in a small village in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by mountains and rivers, but there is a story that is out of step with the village landscape.

It is said that the location of the small village is on the dividing line between the two worlds of yin and yang.

Moreover, it is exactly in the position of the "ghost gate".

There was an old witch in the village who kept telling the villagers that every five years, they should send a virgin who had reached the age of eighteen to the Hades of the Netherworld, otherwise, the Hades would lose his temper and open the door of the ghosts and let the ghosts come out.

The villagers believed this rumor, and of course it included the older generation of my family, especially my grandparents.

Recalling the previous girl who was sent into the house, when she was carried out again, the coffin lid was lifted, and her whole body was covered with bruises, especially the lower body parts of the girl, which was simply miserable.

I was young at the time, but I didn't know that this scene was deeply engraved in my mind. Of course, I wouldn't have imagined that this would be my turn.

The custom of marrying the king of Hades has survived for hundreds of years in that small village, so that the villagers rarely interact with outsiders in order to protect this secret.

And I, too, am fortunate to be the only one who can survive after marrying Hades in the past hundred years, most of the women in the village who were married to Hades died on their wedding nights, and very few survived, and none of them could last a week.

After this incident, my parents took me out of the village and into the city, and took care of me in every way, hoping that I could forget the events of that night.

Two years have passed, I thought I could forget and live an ordinary life, but I never imagined that what happened that night was constantly repeating in my dreams, in cycles!

Even if I took a nap on the plane at the moment, I was not spared, everything was so real, and the rehearsal was repeated over and over again, the gentle, cold touch, and the heart-rending pain coming from somewhere in my body......

and the noise coming from outside that little dark room.

The superstitious villagers were singing strange songs, and I listened to them, and the sound, terrifying, terrifying, and strange tunes, seemed to be mixed with the sound of suona, the old witch's incantation, and the roar of my parents.

Finally, when the plane landed, I walked out of the plane and out of the airport, greeted by a warm hug from my mother.

"Xiaohua, you're back, how are you doing abroad, are you happy?"

She clearly sensed something, saw my pale face, and nervously clenched my hand. Knowing that I was still under the shadow of that night, he suddenly took me into his arms.

"Xiaohua, you have to believe that there are no ghosts in this world, what happened that night...... I'm sorry, it's all Mom's fault, we didn't protect you at the time. ”

I don't know who set the rules in the village, all girls born in the village, once they reach the age of eighteen, must return to their hometown for a coming-of-age ceremony.

That was the beginning of my nightmare. My parents knew about the secret marriage, because at that time, there was a girl who had reached the age of eighteen in the same village, and my grandparents also said that it would not be my turn.

However, in the end, fate made me the unlucky one. My parents were forcibly caught by a group of villagers, and I, dressed as a bunch of grandmothers, with white veils over my eyes, tied to a coffin, and sent to the small black house where I didn't know how many eighteen girls had died.

Minutes and seconds passed, and it was not until the old witch stopped saying the spell that the villagers let go of my parents. They went crazy and rushed into the house and got me out of the coffin.

They were heartbroken when they saw that I was dressed in a disheveled white wedding dress, my hair was messy, and my blindfolded white veil was soaked with tears.

When my mother saw that I was still alive, she burst into tears, hugged me and began to cry. My father looked at his relatives and the villagers with resentment, and made up his mind to take me away from the village for good and never return.

And I was like I was scared stupid, my eyes were straight, and my god flew out of the sky.

On his wrist is a bright red jade bracelet, and the jade carved is the flower of the Santu River - Manzhu Sahua.