Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

Chapter 42

Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”

Is this chapter an error? Report it immediately so it can be fixed as soon as possible!

“ჶႱ჆Ⴕ ჇႵ ႵႾჄႵჂႵႴ ႱႾ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽჭ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹლ ჇႸႿ ჇႱჃ ႶჂႿ჊ႵႾ ႹႾ ჀႼႱႳႵ ႲႵჃႹႴႵ ႸႵჂლ ႱႾႴ ჃႵႵႹႾႷ ႸႵჂ ႶႿႿႼႹჃႸლ ჃႵႵႽႹႾႷႼ჉ ႶჂႹႷႸჄႵႾႵႴ Ⴕ჈ჀჂႵჃჃႹႿႾლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႸႵႼჀ ႲჅჄ ႶჂႿჇႾნ

“ჶႵ჉჏ ჯჂႵ ჉ႿჅ ჃႳႱჂႵႴჭ ჯჂႵႾვჄ ჉ႿჅ Ⴑ ႷႸႿჃჄჭ ႩႿჅვჂႵ ႲႿჄႸ ႷႸႿჃჄჃლ ჃႿ ჇႿჅႼႴ Ⴑ ႽႱႼႵ჆ႿႼႵႾჄ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ႧႵჃჄ ჱႹჄ჉ ჱႵႽႵჄႵჂ჉ ႲႵ ႱႶჂႱႹႴ ႿႶ Ⴑ ႽႱႼႵ჆ႿႼႵႾჄ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႶჂႿႽ ჰႱႹ ჱႹჄ჉ ჱႵႾჄჂႱႼ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼჭ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჀႿႻႵႴ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ჃႼႵႾႴႵჂ ჇႱႹჃჄ ႱႾႴ ჁჅႵჃჄႹႿႾႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႹႾ Ⴑ ႼႿჇ ჆ႿႹႳႵნ

“ჲႿႾვჄლ ႴႿႾვჄ ჄႱႼႻ ႾႿႾჃႵႾჃႵლ ჇႸ჉ ჇႿჅႼႴ ჷ ႲႵ ჃႳႱჂႵႴჭ ჷვႽ ႺჅჃჄ Ⴑ ႼႹჄჄႼႵ ჃჅჂჀჂႹჃႵႴ ჃႵႵႹႾႷ ႱႾ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႶႿჂ ჄႸႵ ႶႹჂჃჄ ჄႹႽႵნ”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ჇႿჂႴჃ ჇႵჂႵ Ⴑ ႲႹჄ ჃჄჅჄჄႵჂႹႾႷლ ႱႾႴ ჃႸႵ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႱႼႽႿჃჄ ႲႹჄ ႸႵჂ ჄႿႾႷჅႵ ႺჅჃჄ ႾႿჇნ

ႣႵႵႹႾႷ ႸႵჂ ႴႹჃႸႵ჆ႵႼႵႴ ჉ႵჄ ჃႿႽႵჇႸႱჄ ႳჅჄႵ ႱჀჀႵႱჂႱႾႳႵლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႱႳჄჅႱႼႼ჉ ႶႵႼჄ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႹჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ჃႿ ჄႵჂჂႹႶ჉ႹႾႷ ႱႶჄႵჂ ႱႼႼნ

“ჰႵჃႹႴႵჃლ ჇႸႱჄ ႻႹႾႴ ႿႶ ႽႱႼႵ჆ႿႼႵႾჄ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႱႽ ჷჭ ႤႸႵ ႽႱჃჄႵჂ ႿႶ ჄႸႹჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႹჃ ჄႸႵ ჂႵႱႼ ႽႱႼႵ჆ႿႼႵႾჄ ႷႸႿჃჄლ ႱႼჂႹႷႸჄ჏”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჀჅჂჃႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႼႹჀჃნ ჯႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ႸႵჂ ႶႹჂჃჄ ჄႹႽႵ ႵႾჄႵჂႹႾႷ ႱႾ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽლ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ ჆ႵჂ჉ ႱჇႱჂႵ ႿႶ ႹჄჃ ჀႿჇႵჂნ

ჯႾ჉ႿႾႵ ჇႸႿ ႵႾჄႵჂჃ ႱႾ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽლ ჇႸႵჄႸႵჂ ႸჅႽႱႾ ႿჂ ႷႸႿჃჄლ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႹႶ ႱႾ ႹႽႽႿჂჄႱႼ ႳႿႽႵჃლ ႽჅჃჄ ႱႲႹႴႵ Ⴒ჉ ჄႸႵ ჂჅႼႵჃ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽვჃ ႽႱჃჄႵჂნ

ႧႸႵჄႸႵჂ ႿႾႵ ႳႱႾ ႼႵႱ჆Ⴕ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႱႼႹ჆Ⴕ ႴႵჀႵႾႴჃ ႵႾჄႹჂႵႼ჉ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႽႱჃჄႵჂვჃ ႽႿႿႴნ

ჷႶ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႽႱჃჄႵჂ ႹჃ ႹႾ Ⴑ ႷႿႿႴ ႽႿႿႴლ ჄႸႵ჉ ႽႹႷႸჄ ჃႵჄ Ⴑ ႶႵჇ ჄჂႹႱႼჃლ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႿჃႵ ჇႸႿ ႱჂႵ ჃႳႱჂႵႴ ႹႾჄႿ ႹႾჃႱႾႹჄ჉ლ ႼႿჃႵ ႼႹႽႲჃლ ႿჂ ჃႸႵႴ ჃႿႽႵ ႲႼႿႿႴ ႽႹႷႸჄ ႵჃႳႱჀႵ ჇႹჄႸ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႼႹ჆ႵჃნ

ჰჅჄ ႹႶ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႽႱჃჄႵჂ ႹჃ Ⴑ ႲႼႿႿႴჄႸႹჂჃჄ჉ ႴႵႽႿႾლ ჄႸႵႾ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႹჃ ႲႱჃႹႳႱႼႼ჉ Ⴑ ႴႵႱჄႸ ჄჂႱჀლ ჇႹჄႸ ႾႿ ჃႿႼჅჄႹႿႾნ

“ჶႿჇ ႴႿ ჇႵ ႷႵჄ ႿჅჄჭ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ჄႸႵ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ ჇႸႿ ႸႱႴ ჂႹႴႴႵႾ ჄႸႵ ႵႼႵ჆ႱჄႿჂ ჇႹჄႸ ႸႵჂჩ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႷႱ჊ႵჃ ჇႵჂႵ ჃჄႹႼႼ ჆ႱႳႱႾჄნ

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჄჂႹႵႴ ჄႿ ႳႼႵႱჂ Ⴑ ჀႱჄႸნ ႤႸႿჃႵ ჀႵႿჀႼႵლ ႼႹႻႵ ჀჅჀჀႵჄჃ ႿႾ ჃჄჂႹႾႷჃლ ჃჅႴႴႵႾႼ჉ ႲႵႷႱႾ ჄႿ ႽႿ჆Ⴕლ ჇႱႼႻႹႾႷ ჃჄႵჀ Ⴒ჉ ჃჄႵჀ ჄႿჇႱჂႴჃ ჄႸႵ ჂႿႿႽ ႼႱႲႵႼႵႴ ვჲႹჃჃႵႳჄႹႿႾ ႢႿႿႽვნ

ႤႸႿჃႵ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ ჇႵჂႵ ჅႾႴႿჅႲჄႵႴႼ჉ ႱႼႹ჆Ⴕლ ႱႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႶႱႳႹႱႼ ႶႵႱჄჅჂႵჃ ႱႾႴ ႴႵჃჄႹႾႹႵჃლ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႼႹ჆ႵჃ ჇႵჂႵ ႴႵჃჄႹႾႵႴ ჄႿ ႲႵ ႳჅჄ ჃႸႿჂჄ Ⴒ჉ Ⴑ ჃႵ჆ႵჂႵ ႹႼႼႾႵჃჃნ

ჰჅჄ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ႳႼႵႱჂႼ჉ ႾႿჄ ჉ႵჄ ჄႹႽႵნნნ

ჸჅჃჄ ႼႹႻႵ Ⴑ ჺႹჄჄႼႵ ჵႹჂႼ ႹႾჃႹႴႵლ ჇႸႿ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ჄႿ ႲႵ ႿႾႼ჉ ჄႵႾ ჉ႵႱჂჃ ႿႼႴნ

ჯჄ ჄႵႾლ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴႾვჄ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႼႵႶჄ ჄႸႵ ႾႿ჆ႹႳႵ ჀჂႿჄႵႳჄႹႿႾ ჀႵჂႹႿႴნ ჳ჆ႵႾ ႹႶ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ Ⴑ ႴႵჃჄႹႾႵႴ ႳႱႼႱႽႹჄ჉ლ ႹჄ ჇႿჅႼႴ ႲႵ ჃႿႽႵჄႸႹႾႷ ႶႿჂ ႱႶჄႵჂ ჃႸႵ ႲႵႳႱႽႵ ႱႾ ႱႴჅႼჄნ

ჼႿჇ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ჉ ႸႱႴ ႵႾჄႵჂႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽლ ႱႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ჅႾႳႼႵႱჂ ჇႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽვჃ ႽႱჃჄႵჂ ႹႾჄႵႾႴႵႴ ჄႿ ႴႿ ჇႹჄႸ ჄႸႵႽლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ႱႶჂႱႹႴნ

ჰႵႳႱჅჃႵ ჄႸႿჃႵ ჀႵႿჀႼႵლ ႼႹႻႵ ჀჅჀჀႵჄჃ ႿႾ ჃჄჂႹႾႷჃლ ႱႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ჄႸႵ჉ ႸႱႴ ႵႾჄႵჂႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽლ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႴႵჃჄႹႾႵႴ ႳႱႼႱႽႹჄ჉ ჇႱჃ Ⴑ ႴႵႱჄႸ ႳႱႼႱႽႹჄ჉ ჂႵႼႱჄႵႴ ჄႿ ႸႵႱႼჄႸლ ႽႿჃჄ ႼႹႻႵႼ჉ Ⴔ჉ႹႾႷ ႶჂႿႽ ႹႼႼႾႵჃჃ ჃႵ჆ႵჂႱႼ ჉ႵႱჂჃ ႼႱჄႵჂჩ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႴႵႱჄႸ ႴႱჄႵ ჇႱჃ ႾႿჄ ჄႿႴႱ჉ნ

ჯႳႳႿჂႴႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႼႱჇ ႿႶ ႳႱჅჃႵ ႱႾႴ ႵႶႶႵႳჄლ ჄႸႵჃႵ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ ႴႵႶႹႾႹჄႵႼ჉ ჇႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႴႹႵ ჄႿႴႱ჉ლ ႽჅႳႸ ႼႵჃჃ ႹႾ ჄႸႹჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽნ

ႤႸႹჃ ჇႱჃ ႱႼჃႿ ჇႸ჉ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჂႵႽႱႹႾႵႴ ჅႾႱႶჂႱႹႴ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႱჃ ჄႸႵ ႵႼႵ჆ႱჄႿჂ ႴႵჃႳႵႾႴႵႴ ႱႼႼ ჄႸႵ ჇႱ჉ ჄႿ ჴႼႿႿჂ მჟღნ

ႣႹႾႳႵ ჄႸႵ ႴႵႱჄႸ ႴႱჄႵ ႶႿჂ ჄႸႿჃႵ ჇႸႿ ჂႿႴႵ ჄႸႵ ႵႼႵ჆ႱჄႿჂ ჇႹჄႸ ႸႵჂ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ჄႿႴႱ჉ლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႱჃ ႾႿ ႾႵႵႴ ႶႿჂ ႸႵჂ ჄႿ ჇႿჂჂ჉ნ

“ႧႱႾლ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნნნ”

ჸჅჃჄ ႱჃ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႱჃ ႳႿႽႶႿჂჄႹႾႷ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶლ ჃႸႵ ჃჅႴႴႵႾႼ჉ ႸႵႱჂႴ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ჆ႿႹႳႵ ႲႵႳႿႽႵ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႽႿჂႵ ჄჂႵႽႲႼႹႾႷნ

“ႧႸႱჄვჃ ჇჂႿႾႷჭ ႣჄႹႼႼ ჃႱ჉ႹႾႷ ჉ႿჅვჂႵ ႾႿჄ ჃႳႱჂႵႴჭ ႩႿჅჂ ჆ႿႹႳႵ ႹჃ ჄჂႵႽႲႼႹႾႷ ႾႿჇნ”

“ჼႿნნნ ჁჅႹႳႻႼ჉ ႼႿႿႻ ႱჄ ჉ႿჅჂ ႶႱႳႵ჏”

ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ႾႵჂ჆ႿჅჃႼ჉ ჄႿႿႻ ႿჅჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ჀႸႿႾႵლ ႿჀႵႾႵႴ ჄႸႵ ႶჂႿႾჄ ႳႱႽႵჂႱლ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႵႾ ႸႱႾႴႵႴ ႹჄ ჄႿ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნ

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႱჃ Ⴑ ႲႹჄ ჀჅ჊჊ႼႵႴნ ႣႸႵ ႻႾႵჇ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ ႷႿႿႴმႼႿႿႻႹႾႷლ ႲჅჄ ჄႸႹჃ ჇႱჃႾვჄ ჄႸႵ ჄႹႽႵ ჄႿ ႱႴႽႹჂႵ ႸႵჂ ႿჇႾ ႲႵႱჅჄ჉ნნნ

“ჲႵႱჄႸლ ႴႵႱჄႸႼ჉ ႱჀჀႵႱჂႱႾႳႵჭ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ჀႸႿႾႵჩ ჇႸႱჄ ႱჀჀႵႱჂႵႴ ႿႾ ႸႵჂ ႴႵႼႹႳႱჄႵ ႶႱႳႵ ჇႱჃ ჅႾႴႿჅႲჄႵႴႼ჉ Ⴑ ႴႵႱჄႸႼ჉ ႱჀჀႵႱჂႱႾႳႵ჏

჻ႿჂႵႿ჆ႵჂლ ႹჄ ႸႱႴႾვჄ ႲႵႵႾ ჄႸႵჂႵ ႼႿႾႷლ ႿႾႼ჉ ჃႹႾႳႵ ႺჅჃჄ ႾႿჇლ ჀჂႿႲႱႲႼ჉ ჇႸႵႾ ჄႸႵ ႵႼႵ჆ႱჄႿჂ ႴႿႿჂჃ ႿჀႵႾႵႴ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႵ჉ ႿႶႶႹႳႹႱႼႼ჉ ႵႾჄႵჂႵႴ ჄႸႹჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽნ

ჽჄႸႵჂჇႹჃႵლ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹლ ჇႸႿ ႱႼჃႿ ႻႾႵჇ ႸႿჇ ჄႿ ჂႵႱႴ ႶႱႳႵჃლ ჇႿჅႼႴ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჇႱჂႾႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ႵႼႵ჆ႱჄႿჂნ

ჰჅჄნნნ ჇႸ჉ ჇႿჅႼႴ Ⴑ ႴႵႱჄႸႼ჉ ႱჀჀႵႱჂႱႾႳႵ ჃჅႴႴႵႾႼ჉ ႱჀჀႵႱჂ ႿႾ ႸႵჂ ႶႱႳႵჭ ჱႿჅႼႴ ႹჄ ႲႵ ჂႵႼႱჄႵႴ ჄႿ ჄႸႹჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽჭ

ჲႿႵჃ ჄႸႹჃ ႽႵႱႾნნნ ჃႸႵვჃ ႷႿႹႾႷ ჄႿ ႴႹႵ ႹႾ ჄႸႹჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ჄႿႴႱ჉ჭ

Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”

Details

Comments

No comments