After Hearing My Ancestors' Voices, We United to Resist, Only to Encounter a Fake Necromancer

Due to the 250th failure of my arranged dates, my grandmother believed that the ancestral tomb was improperly located and decided to move it.

As she cried out her apologies to the ancestors, the helpers were about to dig.

Suddenly, I heard the voice of my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother.

To my surprise, the whole family could also hear my thoughts.

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"Ahhh! Who's digging up my tomb so early in the morning?"

I heard an angry roar as my dad and uncles were digging the ancestral grave.

I looked around in confusion but couldn't find the source of the voice.

However, the owner of the voice didn't stop. "Aren't these all my descendants? Why are they digging up the ancestral grave?"

A sigh followed. "I remember a fortune teller once telling me I'd face a calamity when I was over two hundred years old. I called him a fraud back then. Turns out, he was a master."

I was horrified, searching everywhere, but everyone was busy and nothing seemed amiss.

Oh no, this must be an auditory hallucination! A symptom of schizophrenia!

How can I, a graduate student living on a few hundred a month, afford treatment that costs over 10 thousand dollars?

Lost in thought, I didn't notice everyone around me had also paused.

But the mysterious voice continued. "Hey, Emma, can you hear me again?"

Oh no!

She even knows my name.

Maybe it's some mountain spirit.

I'm going to die!

The owner of the voice seemed very excited. "Emma, don't you remember me? I'm your great-great-great-great-great-grandmother."

How could I possibly know my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother? This is too ridiculous.

But the owner of the voice wouldn't give up. "How could you not know me?"

She paused. "Oh, I remember now. You fell into the river when you were little and got water in your brain."

As a proud graduate student from a prestigious university and an academic achiever renowned in the surrounding area, this was the first time I had been ridiculed like this.

My eldest cousin Nathan suddenly let out a strange laugh.

I glanced over at him.

He hurriedly explained, "Sorry, I just farted."

I couldn't be bothered with him because the woman claiming to be my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother was asking, "What's wrong with your grandma? She's kowtowing and apologizing. What's going on? She should say something."

It is because I have failed 250 arranged dates.

My great-great-great-great-great-grandmother screamed again. "What does that have to do with me? You messed up, and I have to suffer?"

Because you're my ancestor.

She sounded aggrieved. "All I did was give birth to a child. When I died, I was your age. If I'd known I'd be dug up after dying, I wouldn't have had kids."

At this point, everyone who had been hearing my conversation with my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother stopped what they were doing.

My great-great-great-great-great-grandmother muttered, "This tomb was carefully chosen by your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. The consultant said that if we were buried together here, it would bring good fortune to our descendants."

Everyone started filling the dug-up soil back into the grave, even borrowing some from the neighboring tomb.

I looked at them in confusion and asked, "What are you doing? Aren't you going to dig anymore?"

Grandma shook her head. "Forget it. You are not worthy of us doing this for you."

I was completely dumbfounded.

Back home, I sprawled on the rocking chair, soaking up the sun, and played with my grandmother's calico cat, making it meow in protest.

Meanwhile, my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother was still talking to me.

"Why have you failed 250 blind dates? Back in my day, I was the most sought-after bride in the eastern district, famous for my beauty and grace. How can I hold my head up in the afterlife with a descendant like you?"

Because I don't want to get married right now.

"If you don't want to marry, just find a way to refuse."

Do you think I haven't tried?

I remembered coming across a question online: "What's the best way to make someone hate something?"

The top answer was, "Turn it into a job."

So at the beginning of the month, before the school holidays, I called my mom to reverse the pressure about marriage.

"Mom, New Year's is coming. When I come back, you must schedule ten blind dates a day for me."

On the other end, my mom was worried. "Honey, where am I going to find that many people?"

I sneered. "You have so many chat groups; just send out the word."

My mom said, "I can't do that. That would be too embarrassing."

"Mom, I'm already twenty-five, almost twenty-six. Before you know it, I'll be thirty. My grad school classmates already have triplets, and even Tommy, our neighbor and my childhood friend, has a son who is several years old. Aren't you worried that your daughter still hasn't found someone?"

My mom sighed. "Sweetie, marriage isn't all it's cracked up to be. Look, the divorce rate among millennials is 57%, and even the village head's daughter has been married three times. Why don't you take your time?"

"If marriage is so bad, why has she been married three times? I don't care. This is your task. I have a flight next Monday, so hurry up and arrange it."

My mom, forced into a corner, said, "I'm not dealing with this nonsense. Whoever wants to can handle it."

After hanging up, I happily kicked my feet in the dorm, thinking my reverse psychology trick had worked.

My great-great-great-great-great-grandmother furrowed her brows after hearing my recollection. "That should have worked, right? So how did you end up having to go on blind dates and even digging up my grave?"

Because the pesky Nathan shared a video in the family group chat that showed many young people using my trick!

After my scheme was exposed, my mom cursed for three days and arranged twenty blind dates over seven days for me, bringing the total to 250 with the ones from previous years.

My great-great-great-great-grandmother cursed in anger.

I earnestly asked in my mind, Great-great-great-great-great-grandmother, can you access the internet in the afterlife too?

Although I couldn't see her, I had a strong feeling she rolled her eyes. "What nonsense! Ours is a modernized afterlife. Apple's already released the iPhone 30 here. We're way ahead of you."

What?!

"We have all sorts of fun things to do here, just like you do. Would you like to come visit?"

I was so scared that I sat up straight, my mind racing.

Great-great-great-great-great-grandma, this can't be rushed. I am still young. This one-time-only trip has to be taken at the right time.

I'll take it slowly.

A chuckle sounded.

Suddenly, I realized a problem.

My great-great-great-great-great-grandmother said she and my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather were buried together in that tomb to ensure our family's prosperity.

But my ancestors were very poor, with three of them living in poverty.

...

It was only in my father's generation, with three brothers, that we managed to start a small business and improve our situation.

My great-great-great-great-great-grandmother laughed again. "Oh, finally figured it out, huh?"

I frantically asked in my mind for the reason.

"Because your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather wasn't buried with me. He fell in love with someone else before I died."

A shocking family secret was unearthed.

I immediately got up, grabbed some snacks, and small stools.

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard, more than ten people were already gathered.

My grandmother, mother, father, Nathan, and a bunch of others crowded in the corner, exchanging glances and signaling each other to stay quiet.

They were waiting for the show to begin.