A frightened bride and groom stood beside the crowd of people who had surrounded the wedding car. I immediately urged, "Let’s go have a look!"

Bingxin teased, "Didn't you say you were never coming back to this village?"

I argued, "I can't pretend I didn't see that, can I?!"

She laughed. "Seeing a dead body thrills you, doesn’t it?"

As we squeezed into the crowd, I noticed that the door of the frontmost car lay open and a man hung out of the driver's seat. Skin white as ash, his eyes were staring blankly and his hands remained outstretched, holding the steering wheel stiffly. What was even more bizarre was his outfit–he was actually dressed in bright red ancient wedding robes.

The crowd chattered noisily. "How unlucky!"

"This man doesn’t look like he’s from our village. How did he get into the wedding car? Did a zombie crawl out of the grave?"

"Hush, don’t you talk about...