"What else are you unhappy with???" Xie Jianyu snapped. "Was the wedding not up to your standard?"
"A wedding is supposed to be the start of a new chapter in our life," one of the ghost brides lamented.
"And yet, this wedding marks the end of everything," another said.
"It is not a joyous occasion at all."
Zhang Fengxi rubbed his face and sighed.
"We understand where you are coming from, but there is no way for us, or anyone, to resurrect the dead. We will ask the Rainbell Town's inhabitants to burn paper money for you every month..."
"We don't want paper money."
"Or paper carriages."
"Or paper mansions."
Zhang Fengxi started to get worried. If ghosts no longer wished for spirit money, then they usually wanted something more. For example, the death of an archenemy...
"We want to experience intimacy, just once."
"..."
"..."
Xie Jianyu's face turned bright red.
"Impossible!" he exclaimed. "The dead can no longer experience such a thing! Not unless..."
