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A few days ago on the Internet exposed a criminal group across the provinces to sell corpses with Yin marriage.

It reminded me of something that happened when I was a child.

My name is Zhang Xiaofan, I was born in a remote village. I remember when I was 12 or 13 years old, fighting and brawling were common in the countryside.

At that time, there was a family in the village that had the surname Ran. The female owner was a shrew with five children, and she had an extremely vicious personality, especially her eldest son, the noble son, who loved to fight and had his intestines broken before.

After that, no one dared to compete with him in the village elections and directly became our village's chief.

However, because he was too vicious and had offended many people, he was soon killed by a group of masked men in the village committee building due to fighting over the mines. His corpse was chopped into several pieces, and his brain and blood spilled all over the ground.

The Ran family members were in despair. They invited a few coroners to sew up the corpses with needle and thread, leaving an intact corpse for burial.

However, the Ran family was not at peace. First, the old man from the Ran family died from an illness. Not long later, he was sent to jail for stealing explosives.

The mistress of the Ran family cried and said that in the middle of the night, she dreamed that the noble son Ping was standing in front of her bed, covered in blood. She was extremely terrified, saying that he must have died too miserably, that he didn't even have a wife, and now it was time for retribution.

Thus, after some discussion, the family invited Old Madam Liu from the neighboring village to do a legal matter. They wanted her to marry their noble son.

Although the noble son had died, the eldest daughter of the Ran Family had made connections and had put all the resources in the village under her control. In the future, everyone in the village would work there, so on the day of the wedding, everyone had gone to deliver gifts.

My parents died when I was young, and I lived with my uncle and my grandmother.

Grandmother was timid. When the day came, she pulled me along and the whole family sent a congratulatory gift to the Ran family.

Although she had come early, a lot of people had already gathered in the small yard of the Ran family mansion.

We entered the main hall. Directly in front of us was the memorial tablet of the son of Pingguo. There was a red incense in the incense burner, and smoke was rising in spirals.

Beside the tablet was a new bed that had just been built. On the bed was a woman covered entirely in red paper, revealing only her two white legs.

Presumably, she was the bride of the noble son of Ping.

Grandma told me to kneel down and burn the paper, not to look around. I was reluctant to do it, but I did it anyway.

In the afternoon, when a few old women carried the dead woman into a red coffin and lifted the red quilt, I saw in the distance the scene of spring falling, the woman with the white breasts.

Then a few of the brawny men carried the coffin, and the rest of us followed, burying it beside the grave of your son.

I didn't care what scripture Nanny Liu was mumbling in front of the grave. What made me envious was the offerings on the grave.

First there was a lard pig's head in red flowers, shiny with oil. Next to it was a red and green, round, flat, and round sesame cake, or at the very least, a peach biscuit. These things looked shabby now, but at that time, they couldn't be eaten more than a few times a year.

There were also a few plates filled with fruit, apple orange, peanut and red dates, making me drool. I was so envious of them.

Finally, Madam Liu placed a delicate silver carved wine cup on the table, filled it with wine, and then said that once tonight was over, the matter would be settled.

When the Ran family heard this, they all let out a sigh of relief. Everyone was happy and left together with him.

I was thirteen or fourteen years old, the age of Dauntless, and when I came home with my grandmother, I slipped back in the middle of the night and ate the offerings on the grave.

I ate until my stomach was full and I was thirsty. Then I touched the silver engraved glass and, seeing that there was water in it, I drank it without thinking.

I didn't drink any wine, but swallowed it in one gulp. My eyes were watery and there seemed to be a line of fire burning from my throat to my stomach. After a while, my head began to spin, and I started to lose my balance.

Then the wind began to blow in the graveyard, and the wreaths on the grave began to flutter, and I was afraid and hurried home.

As I had not been discovered by my uncle and aunt, I was somewhat glad that I had not been discovered. I climbed into bed and fell asleep immediately.

I had a strange dream in the middle of the night, in which I was standing in a room lit by many red candles, with a woman in a red bridal gown and a red cap on her head, sitting at the head of the bed.

Someone on the side shouted "worship the heaven and earth" and "worship the high hall". I was confused and my mind went blank until I shouted "enter the bridal chamber". Someone handed me a wine cup and asked me to drink with the woman in red.