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    The housewife who was originally discussing the matter found it odd. "No, isn't it necessary to provide the birth dates for a ghost marriage? How could he not know that?"

    "That's right. How can you have a ghost marriage without their birth dates?"

    Yu Guan, seeing that no one believed him, grew anxious.

    Chu Yuening calculated with her fingers and spoke calmly, "He truly didn't know. Judging from his birth dates, Mr. Yu's true love is predicted to appear when he turns thirty. Before then, even if he tries to pursue relationships, they would always end abruptly due to inexplicable reasons. That's the trajectory of his fate. However, there seems to be an error in timing. A week ago, his birth dates changed, indicating that he's already married."

    In other words, the problem arose a week ago.

    Coincidentally, it was exactly a week ago.

    She looked at Yu Guan again.

    "You grandfather's appearance is also related to this incident. He wanted to warn you but was restricted by some rule, unable to explicitly tell you. Thus, he could only keep reminding you in frustration to stay at home. Try to recall what you did a week ago."

    The neighbors began discussing among themselves.

    "Young man, entering into a ghost marriage means accompanying them in the afterlife."

    "Indeed, people can actually die."

    "I've heard that if ghosts maintain frequent connections with the living, it's not good for their loved ones. Your grandfather didn't visit you in dreams for three years, and when he finally did, he warned you not to go out. That truly shows how much he cares about you."

    Yu Guan clasped his hands together repeatedly and bowed towards the sky, guiltily saying, "Grandfather, I was wrong to misunderstand you. Please forgive me, and when I'm done with this matter, I'll come to your grave to apologize."

    After his salute, he began to recall the events seriously.

    "It was precisely on a Sunday seven days ago, wasn't it? Since it was my weekend off, I first went to the park. As my hair hadn't been trimmed for a while, I found a barber shop near Kowloon Park to get a haircut."

    "As I was getting my hair cut, I started chatting with the barber. When he found out that I don't have a girlfriend, he insisted on introducing one to me and even asked my age."

    Yuening felt a slight sense of foreboding and lifted her gaze. "Did you tell him your birth month?"

    Yu Guan replied, "He didn't believe I was that old, so I mentioned my birth month."

    "What about the time of birth?" Yuening asked again.

    "Oh," Yu Guan was still unaware of the potential danger. "We got more familiar as we talked, so I casually mentioned it."

    Yu Guan was still in a daze when the neighbors had already grasped the situation.

    "Oh, you gave away your birthdate and time."

    "Young people are indeed inexperienced. You shouldn't have given away your birth details carelessly."

    "Oh no, you've entered into a ghost marriage and even dreamed of the location and time. It's not looking good for you."

    Drenched in sweat, Yu Guan's hands trembled as he asked, "Master, what should I do according to your view?"

    Chu Yuening intervened, "What time did you set for the meeting in your dream?"

    Yu Guan answered anxiously, "Eleven o'clock in the afternoon."

    Chu Yuening checked the clock hanging on the wall to her left.

    There were still twenty minutes until eleven.

    "Hurry up, you need to keep that appointment."

    Yu Guan's legs turned to jelly. "Master, don't joke with me. Before, I was fearless and ignorant, not really believing that Grandfather would harm me. Now that I know it has nothing to do with my grandfather and I might even die, how can I possibly keep the appointment?"

    "Keeping the appointment is necessary," Chu Yuening said. "If you don't, she'll follow you and break the verbal agreement. Where is the location? I'll accompany you."

    Yu Guan recalled. "It's near the barber shop where I get my hair cut."

    Despite his fear, he got up, his knees knocking together as he trembled and asked, "Master, are we really going?"

    Chu Yuening called out to Wei Yanlin.

    She then took a red plastic bag from under the display shelf, opened it, and took out cinnabar, a brush, and drew two talismans, putting them into her pocket.

    "A-Lin, help me watch the shop for a while. I'll be back soon."

    Wei Yanlin poked his head out from the partition, holding a spoon for scooping syrup, his smile radiant. "Sure thing!"

    The neighbors looked at each other, nudging one another.

    "Let's go, let's go see too."

    Kowloon Park wasn't too far from Temple Street.

    Upon reaching the agreed location, Yu Guan looked around and said, "This is it."

    Chu Yuening asked, "What time is it?"

    "Ten fifty."

    "It's almost time." Chu Yuening counted on her fingers and looked at Yu Guan.

    At that moment, Yu Guan stood in front of a flower shop, dressed in a loose gray suit, with a vibrant array of beautiful flowers blooming behind him.

    One couldn't deny that it was an excellent spot for a date.

    "Let's change positions. You stand outside on the street."

    Knowing that death could strike at any moment, Yu Guan couldn't help but be paranoid. "Master, wouldn't it be safer inside the shop?"

    "You don't have to come out," Chu Yuening smiled gently. "After all, many choices in life are ours to make."

    PERSON was startled and immediately pulled his foot back.

    Just as he lifted his foot, mournful music suddenly echoed along the avenue. A hearse had lost its brakes, and the driver, panic-stricken, swerved uncontrollably towards the flower shop.

    "Crash!"

    The flower stand collapsed, scattering blossoms and soil across the ground.

    The hearse had collided precisely where PERSON had just been standing.

    The driver, now in a frenzy inside the vehicle, hastily reversed.

    It was only a brief reversal.

    PERSON caught sight of the portrait hanging on the front of the hearse.

    It was that of a young girl, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, her beauty captivating.

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