Ghost Marriage: Misleading a nigger

Chapter 1 Corpse Painter

My name is Wu Xiangxiang, and I am a posthumous make-up artist by profession.

To put it bluntly, it is to put makeup on the dead.

In fact, I am not very courageous, and I am forced to do this because of my livelihood.I majored in make-up in college, but because I look too "shabby", I can only put make-up on corpses.

I have only been in this business for a month, and I often have the same dream.Dreaming of corpses I've made up talking to me...

There was a serious traffic accident in this city today, and many people died.So the funeral home was very busy, and I also worked overtime until late at night.

On the way home, there was no one there.The silence was terrifying... There was a little girl under a street lamp not far away.The little girl had braids and squatted on the ground with her back to me.

I walked over and asked kindly, "little sister, why are you here alone?"

The little girl ended alone and said, "I can't find a home."

I asked, "Where is your home?"

"That." The little girl pointed to the construction workers on the left side of the road and said.Strange, isn't it under construction there, how can someone live there?
I thought about it and felt something was wrong, why don't I go?But seeing such a little girl on the main road, I guess something will happen, so I kindly said, "How about I help you find a home?"

"Okay." The little girl agreed and turned her head.When she turned her head, what I saw was still a braid.

I was so scared that I yelled and ran away.

But fortunately the little girl did not catch up.I returned home safely.When I got home, I searched on Baidu the construction site that the little girl pointed out, only to find out that it was a rebuilt mass grave!
I woke up the next day with a terrible headache.

Didn't sleep well last night because I had the same dream as before.The corpses I had put on makeup in the dream woke up, and they talked to me normally, telling me what kind of makeup they like.

Some even cut off their own heads and put them on the table, while their bodies watched over them, asking me to melt them properly.

I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat all night, and I couldn't wake up even if I wanted to.This is probably the reason why the salary of a corpse painter is more than 6, it is too much a test of psychological endurance!
After washing, I went to work in the funeral home as usual.

Xiaowen at the front desk stopped me: "Xiangxiang, there is your courier again. To be honest, is someone chasing you and sending you something every day?"

I smiled embarrassedly.In fact, I look pretty good, but in recent years there have been more and more freckles on my face, which has caused me to become what others call a "pockmarked face".But fortunately, there is still a boyfriend whom I have talked with for 7 years who will never leave me.We're engaged and no one will be chasing me.

Open the package with scissors, and inside is a delicate small box.I hesitated and didn't open it.

I don't know why, but recently I always receive packages one after another.Some have received bright red wedding dresses, and some have received wedding invitations, and even once sent me a book of erotic pictures.Makes me angry and ashamed!
The strange thing is that the sender's phone number and address are not on the package, only the sender's name is written - Yinyin.

But the recipient clearly wrote Wu Xiangxiang, and my mobile phone number and the address of the funeral home were written on it.

It is confirmed that there is no wrong delivery, but all this is too outrageous, right?What kind of prank is someone so idle.Or, is there really a ghost?

"Xiangxiang, why are you in a daze, why don't you open it quickly and see what it is?" Xiaowen urged me.

I opened it carefully and saw a sapphire ring inside.The ring looks good quality, stately and elegant.

"Wow, who gave you such a beautiful ring? Is this a marriage proposal? Put it on quickly."

Proposal?I already have a fiance.Besides, who gave such a precious thing as a prank.Unable to resist Xiaowen's urging, I put the ring on my hand.As soon as you put it on, it seems to be tightly attached to your fingers like a magic power, and you can't pull it off no matter how you pull it off.

I frowned and said, "Xiaowen, I can't take off the ring. It was fine when I put it on just now." Seeing this, Xiaowen was also anxious, and enthusiastically helped me check the method of getting the ring on the Internet.

According to what was said on the Internet, Xiaowen helped me use a thin thread to wrap a lot of circles on my finger, and then used the thread to pull through the ring.Logically, even the most difficult ring should be able to be taken, but this one still didn't budge.

It's like sticking glue.

Just when Xiaowen and I were frowning, the curator said, "Wu Xiangxiang, what are you doing in a daze, I don't know how busy the business is today. Come on, there is a dead body here, please find someone to disinfect it with you."

"Here we come." I walked over to examine the body.The corpse looked like it had been dead for many days, its body was riddled with holes, and black blood was everywhere.

To be honest, being a corpse make-up artist is not as easy as the outside world thinks, all you need is to do makeup.From receiving a body, disinfection, cleaning, makeup, hair combing, and changing clothes are all done by a makeup artist.

The purpose is that the deceased can be cremated with dignity and cleanliness.

I looked at the foul-smelling corpse, covered my nose and said, "Why did this woman die so badly?"

My colleague Xiaomi told me: "I heard that it was a murder of love. I was stabbed more than 40 times! It took me several days to find my body."

I sighed a few words: "Just send makeup like this? It's really unsafe these days, let's go, let's disinfect this first."

Xiaomi said: "I can't help it. The relatives told me that the deceased loved beauty. He must be cremated decently."

So the two of us started to disinfect the corpse, that is, to rinse the corpse with a tube of disinfectant.It's been a month since I've been here, and those corpses that died normally can already face them normally.But this tragic death, I really dare not look directly...

There was no way, I could only resist the urge to vomit and continue to disinfect her.Who asked me to take the salary, I must be dedicated to my work.If it wasn't for the fear of being fired, I would have run away. Who would dare to face such a "salted fish".

I know that using "salted fish" as a metaphor for a corpse is disrespectful to the dead, but I really can't think of a better metaphor.

After cleaning the corpse, the water in the bath was already cloudy and dark red.After wiping the water off the body, what Xiaomi and I had to do was to plug the hole on her body with a sponge.

Because of the holes in her body, blood will flow back.It won't look good if the shroud is dirty.

After all the holes were blocked, it was time to put on makeup. Although the facial features of the deceased were deformed, and they had been slightly rotted and had corpse spots, they still looked good before birth.I took out the makeup kit I was going to make for the dead, and I was going to put on her foundation first.This powder is good enough to cover the corpse spots and make the corpse look more complex.

After putting on makeup, I'm going to put her shroud on.Just as I was half squatting to take the shroud, I suddenly felt someone doing that kind of thing behind me.

how could be?I quickly stood up, but found that there was nothing behind me, not to mention people, not even a ghost.

So I bent down again to turn over the shroud, and that feeling came from behind me again.Probably hallucinations... But why is that feeling so real?It's like being violated.

I ignored it, and it didn't take long for the feeling to go away.After putting the shroud on the corpse, she looked clean and tidy.A sense of accomplishment also arises spontaneously in my heart.

Unexpectedly, I can already face such a horrible level of corpses. I have to ask the curator to give me a salary increase.Ha ha.

Xiaomi heard a voice behind her and thought, "Xiangxiang, don't you know you're here as an aunt? I'll take care of this, why don't you go wash your pants!"

I thought she was joking, and said casually: "My aunt just left."

But Xiaomi persuaded me very seriously: "You are not disordered, are you? Hurry up and get rid of it!"

Seeing that she didn't look like she was joking, I felt something was wrong.Indeed, there was a sticky feeling under my body, so I said, "I'm going."

My face turned white and red, and I hurried to the toilet.At first glance, there was blood on the pants.But my aunt obviously just left for a few days...

Suddenly remembered the strange feeling before.It was like someone was behind me, but when I turned to look there was no one.

Does my bleeding have anything to do with that?
I searched the Internet to find out what causes the bleeding.According to my situation, apart from coming to my aunt, I lost the first time...

I do still have my first one, which was saved for my wedding night next month.And my fiancé is also very tolerant and understanding, and supports my behavior.

Is my 24 years of innocence just gone?No, no.I was thinking too much, all this is just a coincidence!
After a day's work, I come home.I had a dream at night. In the dream, I was in a palace. The palace was gray and there were skulls hanging everywhere, which made people shudder.

Suddenly, the coffin in the center of the palace moved.

The lid of the coffin was slowly opened, and a handsome man walked out leisurely inside.To be precise, it's a male ghost. Whose normal man is going to lie in a coffin?Enough support?

I saw the male ghost hanging in mid-air with his long hair flowing freely.The black robe on his body is proud and unruly.Now he looks at me like a king.

I was too scared to speak, I just stared blankly.I was a little scared, but more of a fool.

The man's thin lips parted slightly, showing a trace of disdain: "Why, is your husband so good-looking?"

He spoke slowly, his voice was a bit like mellow red wine.But the words that came out were less pleasant.For husband?
His surname is, name husband?

Such a strange name.

"Where is this place, who are you?" I asked cautiously, not daring to vent my breath.

The man's deep and pleasant voice sounded: "Miss, have you forgotten to be your husband?"

Hearing what he said, I became anxious.What kind of lady is not a lady?A bad premonition came, and I quickly explained: "I'm not your wife, have you read it wrong. Look at the freckles on my face..."

The man suddenly shifted to me in an instant, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, approached my face and said, "That's right, I made it on purpose for my husband."

Hearing what he said, I subconsciously took a few steps back and took a deep breath. "Who the hell are you? Why did you do that?"

(End of this chapter)