My mother was a grave robber. On the day of the summer solstice, when "yang" energy is at its peak, she dragged the whole family out to dig up a tomb. We found no antiques, but we did unearth a thousand-year-old female zombie. I was sacrificed by my family as the zombie's groom. They thought she would drain my blood and kill me. Instead, not only did I survive, but the Zombie Queen led me to a treasure trove of artifacts. My brother, envious of my newfound wealth, blew me up with homemade dynamite. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother found the Zombie Queen. This time, my brother eagerly volunteered to be the groom. I laughed in the shadows. Did he really think sleeping in a coffin and having his life force drained every day was a good deal? 1 After my brother blew me up, I was reborn. Reborn on the summer solstice, the day my family pushed me to be the zombie's groom. My mother was a grave robber. In my previous life, she found a tomb but dared not dig it due to the heavy "yin" energy. The summer solstice, with its peak "yang" energy, was the only safe time. So, she took the whole family to dig. After much effort, we broke in, only to find a single coffin. My sister rushed forward excitedly. "Mom, this coffin is made of golden nanmu wood! There must be priceless treasures inside!" Golden nanmu was reserved for royalty in ancient times. The occupant must have been wealthy. My mother nodded in agreement. Disdaining the men for potentially clashing with the energy, she and my sister pried open the lid. Inside, there were no treasures, just a breathtakingly beautiful female zombie in ancient royal attire. My mother was dumbfounded. Before the Zombie Queen could fully awaken, she hissed, "Leo, get over here." Before I could react, my brother shoved me toward our mother. She sliced my palm with a knife and pushed me into the coffin. "Great One, we didn't mean to disturb your rest. This boy has pure 'yang' energy; we offer him as an apology." Then, they frantically sealed the coffin lid. Inside, I begged them to let me out. But the thousand-year-old Zombie Queen on top of me woke up. She grabbed my wrist, pinning me down with immense strength. I stopped breathing from fear. A cold breath touched my neck. "Are you my groom?" Her voice was unexpectedly clear and melodious. I lay there trembling, teeth chattering. "No... no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall into your coffin." "Can you let me out?" She chuckled, stroking my face. "Your blood has sealed the pact. From now on, you are mine." Her icy finger traced my Adam's apple. I felt like prey stared down by a venomous snake. At dawn, she finally released me. Licking her scarlet lips, she remarked, "Pure yang blood is indeed nourishing." I became her tool for absorbing yang energy. By night, I slept in the coffin to satisfy her needs. By day, I had to fend for myself to avoid starvation. Seeing I was penniless, she gave me valuable artifacts from the tomb to sell. That's how my brother caught me. Learning the source of my wealth, he demanded I get more from the Queen for him. When I refused, he followed me to the tomb and blew me up. What he didn't know was that I wouldn't have lived much longer anyway. The Zombie Queen was an evil entity. Her constant draining had left me with little life force. I thought about escaping, but she had cursed me; she could find me anywhere. Reborn, watching my brother eager to take my place... I couldn't help but sneer. Does he really think being a zombie's groom is a blessing? 2 Memories of my past life made me clench my fists. My mother and sister had already pushed open the coffin lid with excitement. I instinctively stepped back. The joy on their faces froze the moment they saw the Zombie Queen. Then, just like before, my mother growled at me. "Leo, get over here!" I looked at them warily, stepping back again. This time, no one was forcing me to be a groom to a corpse. I refused to live in a cramped coffin, intimate with a cold body, ever again. If they forced me, I'd smash my head against the coffin and die. Then none of them would escape. Unexpectedly, my brother rushed out from behind me. "Mom, let me be the groom!" His eyes shone with excitement. My mother's expression changed. "Ethan, don't be rash, come back." Ethan urged her, "Mom, hurry, or she'll wake up and it'll be too late." My mother hesitated no longer. She cut Ethan's hand and chanted a spell. Ethan was incredibly cooperative, climbing into the coffin before she even pushed him. Inside, he waved at us. "Mom, Dad, go. I'll be fine." Seeing this, I knew my brother had been reborn too. I said nothing, turned around, and ran out of the tomb. 3 I was the accidental second child, unloved from birth. My grandfather wanted to drown me in the pigsty when I was born. My mother, being a grave robber, feared accumulating more bad karma would affect her luck, so she stopped him. I survived, but without love. Compared to my sweet-talking brother, I was quiet and dull. My parents disliked me even more. As long as I can remember, I did all the chores: laundry, cooking, feeding the pigs and chickens. To them, I was a workhorse, expendable. My mother often reminded me she saved me from drowning. I was grateful because of her words. Only when she sacrificed me without hesitation did I realize she never cared. Even if I owed her, my past life paid that debt. In this life, I live for myself. 4 After escaping the tomb, my dad slapped me hard, crying. "You jinx! Why didn't you go when your mother called?" "Your brother sacrificed himself for you." "Why didn't you die instead?" His eyes were full of resentment. I stood there, expressionless. "Dad, Ethan didn't sacrifice himself for me. He did it for the family." "If you loved him so much, why didn't you stop him and take his place as the groom?" I stared straight at him. My dad's face turned red with anger and shame. "You little bastard, are you cursing me to die?" "Besides, I'm already married. How can I be a groom?" My mother looked at us impatiently. "Stop arguing. While the yang energy is strong, let's go home." My dad shut up instantly. Back home, my mother collapsed in a chair, relieved. She instructed us, "If anyone asks, say Ethan ran off with his girlfriend. Got it?" We nodded. My dad glared at me. "What are you staring at? Go boil some mugwort water for your mom and sister to wash away the bad luck!" I walked silently to the kitchen. While boiling water, I plotted how to deal with the zombie. In my past life, I lived with her for three years. She was powerful but feared sunlight, only going out in the rain. By day, she cultivated in yin-heavy spots. By night, she dragged me into the coffin to feed on my yang energy. Before I died, she had started reaching into the morning sun. I had a feeling if she continued, she would become an unstoppable monster. I had to spread the news of her existence quickly. But to my surprise, the Zombie Queen appeared at our house that very night.
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