The danmaku comments suddenly shifted—every topic now circled Zhong Cheng’s married life.
Only then did Zhong Cheng realize: during Bao Hua Village’s last ghost marriage ceremony, Tie Niu had livestreamed the whole thing.
The stream had apparently gone viral, smashing viewer records and earning Tie Niu a tidy sum.
Zhong Cheng felt a flicker of irritation.
Using his ghost marriage as entertainment? Building joy on his suffering? Neither Tie Niu nor these goofy viewers were innocent.
Annoyed.
All Zhong Cheng wanted to ask now: Could he get a cut?
He was the groom, after all. Profits from streaming *his* wedding? Totally fair share.
Though he couldn’t fathom why anyone’d binge-watch a ghost marriage or spam gifts.
Is money *that* easy to make these days?
He was still a student—family wasn’t poor, but not rich in the city either. Tight budget. Xiaomi phone.
Life was tough. Freeloading had become a habit.
Tie Niu, a rough-around-the-edges villager with zero education, livestreamed daily life and raked in cash *plus* landed a gorgeous girlfriend. Total life winner. Double-tap 666.
Zhong Cheng’s mind tilted off balance.
Danmaku kept flooding: *How’s married life? Is the Ghost Emperor… skilled?* Demanding spicy content.
These silly viewers were trouble.
Zhong Cheng nearly blurted: *I just found out TODAY I was married! Sold out by villagers! How would I know the Ghost Emperor’s “skills”? Haven’t even seen the damn face—and don’t care to.*
Expecting a ghost to be breathtakingly beautiful and wifey-material? Dream on.
Ghosts and demons? Feudal superstition. Doesn’t exist.
Y’all silly viewers—watch out, the authorities might report you for spreading nonsense.
“If you don’t mind, Zhong Cheng, share with the villagers? Satisfy their curiosity. Ciao~!” Tie Niu said.
“I literally just found out about this ghost marriage. Nothing to share,” Zhong Cheng replied flatly.
【Wait—no happy married life yet? So disappointing!】
【Bro, just surrender to the Ghost Emperor! Use your fiery charm to warm up His Majesty’s “community”~】
【Yeah! Go claim the Ghost Emperor! She’s probably waiting in the bridal chamber!】
【Livestream the wedding night! “Handle” the Ghost Emperor, make your “bride” cling close~ I, Zhao Niutian, will spam a rocket!】
【I, Ye Niuchen, spam a rocket too!】
【I, Long Niutian, spam a rocket!】
【As long as it’s spicy, I, Next-Door Lao Niu, spam a rocket!】
Goofy viewers, pure chaos.
Cheering him on for an impossible mission.
Zhong Cheng instinctively flipped them the middle finger—a universally “friendly” gesture.
Building joy on others’ pain? Thinking rockets buy anything? Shallow.
*At least* ten yachts before he’d even consider it.
Ignoring the danmaku, Zhong Cheng turned the real issue over: how to annul this marriage.
It was never his choice. Villagers acted alone. No way he’d accept it.
He’d softened slightly after talking with Grandpa—but not fully.
Annulment. Just occurred to him.
He refused. Absolutely.
Why should villagers dump their amusement on his suffering?
Thrust into a ghost groom role overnight—did anyone consider *his* feelings? No physical harm, sure, but reputation? Tarnished.
Now these goofy viewers meme him, cracking unfunny “spicy” jokes.
Worst part? Zero benefit to him. All profits went to Tie Niu.
What if a future girlfriend hears about this “unlucky” ghost marriage and dumps him?
So unfair.
*I’m so done.*
“I’m annuling this marriage,” Zhong Cheng declared firmly.
“Annul? Bro, serious or joking?” Tie Niu flinched.
“Does my face look like I’m joking?”
“No… but how? Villagers will stop you. And if the Ghost Emperor gets mad—Bao Hua Village could be in danger.” Tie Niu swallowed hard.
“Don’t make me look down on you. You’ve left the village. Stop acting like those superstitious villagers. One broken-down Ancient Shrine? A made-up Ghost Emperor? Scared of *what*? Screw that.” Zhong Cheng scoffed.
As a steadfast materialist, he’d never believe in spirits—unless he saw proof. Otherwise, all smoke.
“Alright… if you say that, how can I back down?” Tie Niu muttered.
“Exactly. Don’t wimp out. Just charge.”
“So… how *do* we annul it?”
“Simple. Remove the groom’s portrait from the Ancient Shrine.”
“That’s it? No discussion with the Ghost Emperor? Without consent, the consequences…”
“Can you *stop* being superstitious? Don’t make me lose respect. Bros help Bros.”
“…Fine.”
Watching Tie Niu’s nervousness, Zhong Cheng felt frustrated. Big, strong man—still trembling at ghosts? What a disgrace.
The livestream kept rolling. Viewers exploded again over the annulment plan.
Zhong Cheng ignored them.
Tie Niu, however, narrated eagerly.
Viewer count quietly climbed past ten thousand.
【Kid, think twice! Ghost Emperor will end you!】
【You’re the one unworthy! Talking big? Human, you’re dead.】
【Try annuling—I’ll tear you apart myself!】
【Three-year pact’s up? You think you can beat the Ghost Emperor?】
【Hehehe… Pathetic human. You know nothing of the Ghost Emperor’s terror.】
A few hostile danmaku appeared.
Their IDs? [Loyal Minion of Ghost Emperor No.1], [No.2], [No.3]…
*Sigh.* These goofy viewers really outdid themselves.
Choosing to be a ghost’s lackey over being human? Do your parents know?
“Post-1949, no spirits allowed! All you demons—scram!”
Zhong Cheng flipped the camera the middle finger again, stood up, and strode toward the Ancient Shrine.
Tie Niu followed, still talking to his phone:
“Villagers! My buddy’s heading to annul the marriage! Double-tap 666 for luck!”
【Wishing failure】
【Wishing failure】
【Wishing failure】
