Marry the NPC with Money, Wife Comes Knocking - Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Ye Susheng stared at the massive Ice Coffin and froze for a long moment. “This… this one’s been upgraded, too.”

It used to be a stiff, rectangular wooden coffin.

This Ice Coffin was pretty-oval and transparent. White roses were sealed inside the lid. The interior was lined with soft pink pillows and a quilt, and there were even two pink heart-shaped throw pillows. It was big enough to fit two people lying down.

After being scared of the Ice Coffin for so long, Hua Suihe hadn’t expected it to look like this. She walked over and touched the edge. The “ice” was actually warm.

“Hua Hua.”

Ye Susheng liked the Ice Coffin so much her voice carried a hint of excitement. “I’m willing to have a ghost marriage with Hua Hua!”

Hua Suihe jolted and clapped a hand over her mouth. “What are you doing? What are you doing?!”

“Pah, pah, pah! What are you saying? We’re not dead-why would we have a ghost marriage? Don’t you ever say something that unlucky again!”

Ye Susheng blinked innocently. Under Hua Suihe’s condemning stare, she nodded obediently.

Pretty or not, Hua Suihe still couldn’t accept a coffin sitting in the bedroom. She went to the other end and measured with her hands how to get it out without tipping it. “Move it outside.”

Ye Susheng stepped beside her. A black mist poured out and lifted the Ice Coffin into the air. “I’ll carry it. Hua Hua, remember to wake me up tomorrow morning. I’ll be lying in it.”

“Huh? You’re not sleeping with me?”

“I am sleeping with Hua Hua, but because of work… this is a prop the troupe issued to me.”

Her tone dipped as she added, “In the morning I have to wait inside until Hua Hua wakes me up.”

Hua Suihe let out a small “Ah,” bracing her hands on the Ice Coffin as she thought it over. “Then put it in the corner of the courtyard. It won’t be in the way, and I’ll be able to see it when I get up and head out.”

Ye Susheng’s expression immediately fell, but Hua Suihe had zero intention of changing her mind. No matter what, it was going outside.

Fine. If Hua Hua didn’t like it, moving it out was fine. She’d still sleep with Hua Hua at night. She just needed to make sure she climbed into the coffin before Hua Hua woke up in the morning.

She dumped the Ice Coffin out in the yard, and the house instantly felt a lot emptier.

“So what does your job involve this time, Ye Zi?”

Ye Susheng thought for a moment. “Usually I just wander around the village and wait for players to come find me. I don’t have a fixed time for going out, but I’ll make Hua Hua’s meals first.”

Hua Suihe took out her phone to check the time. It was only eight p.m.

Even a remote village like this had signal. That made Hua Suihe feel more at ease. Maybe she really had been too suspicious. Since Ye Zi said it wasn’t a scary script, she should loosen up.

She’d originally planned to build an account and do mobile livestreams. She’d posted three videos; each one got more than ten million likes. In just seven days, her followers had already broken eight million.

This wave of people were all here for Ye Susheng-Hua Suihe knew that. Her account had taken off entirely on her wife’s traffic code.

Whatever. If there was traffic, she could try turning it into income through livestreaming. Too bad it didn’t look like she could do livestream sales here; she could only see whether she could pull in some tips.

*

Every house in the village was occupied by a player. Before the players arrived, the entire village had been completely empty.

The players who’d received the mission and been teleported here seven days ago each claimed a tile-roofed house. The online player count was 120.

In every one of their homes, a black wooden coffin sat at the foot of the bed. It couldn’t be moved no matter what they tried. But for the past seven days, the coffins had been empty. After living with them for a week, most players-with their strong mental fortitude-had already gotten used to it.

Tonight, as soon as darkness fell, the players returned to their rooms. At a single glance, they saw it-

Inside the coffins, with the lids left off, lay a stiff, straight-bodied version of themselves, dressed in wedding clothes.
Seeing a face exactly like his own, the player lurched back several steps, his face drained of color as he stared at the version of himself sleeping with eyes closed inside the coffin.

[Dungeon “Rural Wedding” has been activated. Game time: 30 days. Please note: the one lying in the coffin in each player’s room is that player’s symbiotic doll.]

[The symbiotic doll is already dead. Before the corpse decays, please find a suitable target and hold a ghost marriage for it. The corpse’s level of change will be reflected directly on the player. The longer you delay, the faster the player’s own body will rot.]

[Key Figure: Ye Susheng, the marriage witness of Xishi Village. After finding a suitable ghost marriage partner, please find Ye Susheng to witness the marriage for you. Otherwise, the marriage is invalid.]

[Ye Susheng will walk around the village every day. Attention: if you have not yet found a ghost marriage partner, you must not encounter Ye Susheng!]

[Please complete your tasks proactively. We wish all players a smooth clear.]

Ye Susheng would be moving around the village, and the entire village had only one narrow lane-every household’s front door opened straight onto it.

Before the players arrived, the whole village had been empty, with no one living there.

So now, everyone in the village was a player.

The System didn’t spell it out, but if they needed a ghost marriage partner, who else could it be?

Did that mean the players would have to turn on each other?

There was no answer yet, but the deadline was hanging over their heads.

No one wanted livor mortis blooming across their own skin.

No one wanted to smell the reek of their own decay.

That first night, some of the more anxious players couldn’t stay seated at home.

The System hadn’t said whether Ye Susheng would show up at night, so the ones who went out moved with extreme caution.

Meanwhile, the person they feared most was lying under the same blanket as her wife.

Ye Susheng lay on her back, eyes fixed on the red canopy curtains above.

Hua Hua was beside her. Worried her wife might ignore her, she scooted closer, then shamelessly flopped down and rested her head on Hua Suihe’s thigh. “Hua Hua~ This bed has such a vibe. It feels like we’re getting married.”

Hua Suihe didn’t dare turn on a casual stream. She was afraid the platform would slap her with a “vulgar content” tag.

“If our wedding were this shabby, I wouldn’t let you off.”

Their little wooden cabin back home wasn’t much better, but she still had a dream of buying a place in the city.

Until she made enough money, she refused to wrong herself.

Without thinking, Hua Suihe ruffled the top of her head. “But I guess we’re basically an old married couple already.”

[Aw, they really are an old married couple. I can vouch for it.]

[I’ll vouch too. Our Streamer Bae has been flirting with Ye Susheng forever-back when it was cross-dimensional, even.]

[My Hua’s wedding has to have proper pomp and ceremony. I won’t approve something this shabby either.]

Ye Susheng rolled over, pressing her face against Hua Hua’s soft belly. She nudged up the pajama hem and buried her face in it, arms circling her waist. “Hua Hua, can we… sleep together~?”

Hua Suihe pushed her head back out and refused flatly. “Of course not.”

[Yes, yes! Why not! What’s not allowed about it!]

[Hua Hua, be good. Don’t treat us like outsiders.]

[Hua Hua always refuses. She totally knows there’s a live audience, she just pretends she can’t see us. Too cruel.]

[Tip: 188 Firework Cannons. Do it, do it-please, we’re begging you!]

Hua Suihe closed her eyes and refused again. “Not happening!”

This time, she was answering the chat.

But the viewers had no idea, and the comments kept flooding in anyway.

Ye Susheng, shot down, wilted like a sad eggplant. She only dared complain under her breath, “Hua Hua’s mean.”