Chapter 2: The Corpse Has Risen

Chapter Two: A Corpse Has Risen. Hearing Daoist Zixu say this, hope appeared on the faces of Mu Yufeng and Jun Zixi; as long as the curse was lifted, their son could be resurrected.

The night grew increasingly heavy, the wind grew stronger, and the thunder rolled one after another, making one mistakenly believe that the heavens were enraged.

Fengding Cliff was situated behind Yun City. The terrain here was treacherous, yet it was also a land of great geomantic significance, because since ancient times, whenever the eldest son of the Mu family died, he would be buried at Fengding Cliff. Because every eldest son was buried with vast amounts of treasure upon his death, Fengding Cliff was the best choice to prevent tomb robbers.

Behind it were precipitous cliffs that dropped into an bottomless abyss, and in front, the guards of Yun City stood watch. For an ordinary person, attempting to rob a tomb here was equivalent to seeking death.

Upon a tomb inlaid with marble, the tombstone was engraved with the words: Tomb of Mu Yunxuan.

On the left side of the tomb, a set of stone steps led into the burial chamber.

"Rumble...!"

The lightning and thunder grew even more intense than before, and the rain poured down like a deluge. Every clap of thunder made one feel the approach of death.

A massive bolt of white light descended from the sky, pouring into Mu Yunxuan's tomb.

"Ngh!" Inside the tomb chamber, within a pitch-black, lustrous coffin large enough to hold two people, the lid had not been closed, and the faint, indistinct whimpering of a woman could be heard.

Su Zimo pressed her hand to her forehead. Her head hurt so much; what was happening to her? She was clearly in the middle of discussing cooperation terms with an investor, so why did her head suddenly start aching?

Sensing a flickering light, Su Zimo slowly opened her eyes.

"Ngh!" Su Zimo opened her eyes blearily, her brows knitting slightly. Where was she?

As she turned her head, a handsome man dressed in large red robes suddenly entered her field of vision. He was sleeping beside her, and he still had the long hair that only people in ancient times possessed.

Su Zimo's eyes snapped wide, her almond eyes filled with terror. She bolted upright, flipping over some strange objects on the red quilt, which she didn't even have time to look at.

"A coffin?" Su Zimo looked at where she had been sleeping. It was undoubtedly a coffin. If she was dreaming, could it not be a little less realistic? This scene was truly bone-chilling.

Su Zimo pinched the back of her hand forcefully.

"Ow, ow, ow...!" Su Zimo shook her hand, which had been pinched red. "Dammit, this doesn't seem to be a dream!"

Suddenly noticing she was holding a piece of red paper in her hand, Su Zimo took a closer look. On it were written two large characters: *Marriage to the Dead*.

"Marriage to the dead? Isn't that a term that only appears in ghost marriages?"

Suddenly, the man beside her moved slightly.

Su Zimo froze instantly, as if nailed to the spot, staring blankly as the man slowly woke up.

When the man's deep, seductive eyes snapped open...

"Ah...! Help! A corpse has risen...!"

The high-pitched, terrified voice caused Mu Yunxuan's handsome brows to furrow deeply, tinged with a hint of impatience.

"You, you, don't come any closer! If you come over here, I'll beat you to death..."

Su Zimo pointed at Mu Yunxuan. What, what was going on with her? Even in a dream, it wouldn't be this realistic.

"Damn woman, shut up," Mu Yunxuan growled lowly, frowning again. They were pressed right against each other; did he even need to move closer? However... Mu Yunxuan looked around, having already guessed the cause of the situation in his heart. His deep, wise eyes could not help but turn toward the woman who was currently pale with terror.