Even after being kicked away, Song Rupu's face remained full of delight. He was just about to approach for another chat when several vicious ghosts with blue faces and jutting fangs rushed out of the little garden and seized him.
Without allowing him a word of explanation, they laid into him with a savage barrage of punches.
Only after beating Song Rupu until he miserably clutched his head in both hands and begged repeatedly for mercy did they impatiently tuck him under an arm, as though carrying a bundle of firewood.
"I understand now! It's not that you've never eaten good pork-you've never tasted pork in your entire lives!"
Song Rupu looked at Chen Heng, standing a few paces away with an utterly placid expression, as though none of this concerned him, and inwardly wailed:
"With pearls and jade before you, why must you keep clinging to me? Even if you're ghosts now, how could you have gone this blind? Can't you even tell black from white?!"
"It's the Miss herself who wants to marry you, Song Rupu, not this old woman..."
The Long-Tongued Ghost leisurely followed them out of the little garden. She glanced at Chen Heng, froze briefly, then turned her gaze back to Song Rupu and sighed:
"Son-in-law, today is the wedding day. Every ghost in this household, great and small, has been looking forward to it for ages. They're all waiting to feast their fill on bloody fare on this joyous occasion. Stop bringing trouble upon yourself!"
The Long-Tongued Ghost stared sinisterly at Song Rupu, baring her vicious nature:
"The Miss taking a fancy to you is your good fortune!
"Even if you refuse to submit and want to play some tricks, don't choose today to stir up trouble and delay everyone's meal! Otherwise, we certainly