The three members of the Ghost Burial Squad argued heatedly, each vying for the chance to marry Rachel Lan. All three were her suitors, competing to be the one to take part in the ritual.
Although I wanted to join in, the situation was chaotic. If I got involved now, things would only get messier.
"Enough! You three, shut up!"
The old man couldn't stand it any longer.
The three glared at each other, faces flushed with anger.
"Sigh, indeed, ghost marriage is an ancient custom. People often say that marriage, childbirth, and funerals are essential rites of passage. To ensure those who died unmarried suffer less in the afterlife, the tradition of ghost marriage was born."
Just as the three were about to start fighting again, the old man coughed loudly, making them stop.
"Participating in a ghost marriage is like taking on the burden of the dead. It can even shorten your lifespan, so not everyone is suited for it. You have to consider your birth chart and fate—if anything doesn’t match, it could bring disaster."
A fearless fire burned in their eyes, as if dying for Rachel Lan would be worth it.
Mrs. Blake glanced at them.
"It seems none of you are afraid of losing luck or lifespan. Let me read your fortunes one by one."
Mrs. Blake began to read the fortunes of each of the three.
The first was Mason Yu, who looked on with confidence.
"Mason Yu, you’re not suitable. Your fate brings misfortune—you’d bring death to your wife and children. You’re destined to be alone, and your connection to ghosts is too strong. If you go through with this, your life will end instantly."
"No way, elder, please check again, check carefully!"
"Step aside." Dalton Fang and Miles Mao said in unison, pulling Mason Yu out of the way.
The third was Miles Mao.
After a while, Mrs. Blake sighed again.
"You have a short life, and your fate is one of toil. You’re greedy, and your luck is basically dead. Within three years, you’ll probably..."
"No way! My master said I was destined for fortune and happiness. How could this be?"