Chapter 32 How could he be a ghost when he looks so good? Illusion and reality...

Zhu Huai felt his mind go blank for a moment, and when he heard the chuckle, he couldn't help but want to move forward. The little mermaid flew down and blocked his action.

"As a sacrifice to the gods, when the deity is formed, the statue of the god will appear in the ghost den at the same time. This is also a means to suppress the ghost den and suppress evil spirits."

Every deity that is worshipped and offered incense in the human world will simultaneously create a statue of the deity in the ghost world. This statue can ward off evil and drive away evil. Just offer a few sticks of incense in front of the shrine to ensure that those who come here will be protected by it.

This is the secret that only the descendants of the family can know. A family without worshipping gods and a family with only spirits are two completely different situations.

The noble status of the gods means that they need to take on greater responsibilities rather than enjoying offerings without doing anything.

Just like the statue in front of us, if there was no statue here to suppress it, then the evil spirits and other unspeakable things in the ghost cave might be able to escape through the passage here and start endless killing in the world.

Even the most common little ghosts can harm people, not to mention the evil ghosts in the ghost den.

From ancient times to the present, ghost dens have always existed, and the Heavenly Master and the gods have never stopped exploring the ghost dens.

What is frightening is that the ghost den is almost boundless, and the ghost energy and fog contained in it seem to be endless.

In the vast ghost cave, the statue standing here brings a ray of light to people and is the only refuge for the Heavenly Master.

As offerings to gods, these statues will of course be invaded and attacked by evil spirits. If the statues are broken, the gods connected to them will also be seriously injured and contaminated by ghosts.

The statue of Liu Xiang looked very intact and did not look like it had been attacked by evil spirits. However, when Zhu Huai looked at this scene, he always felt that something was strange.

From this perspective, sacrifices to gods and ghosts are in an antagonistic relationship, and the evil ghosts that are suppressed will naturally not want to be suppressed by sacrifices to gods.

Not attacking the statue when seeing it is already a sign of fear. If it is a powerful and ferocious ghost king, he may even come with a tide of ghosts, vowing to destroy the shrine and come to the human world to stir up trouble.

So the scene Zhu Huai just saw was very strange: those evil spirits did not avoid the shrine, but came forward on their own initiative as if they had received a summons, and then competed to worship the statue in front of them!

This is tantamount to seeking death, but those evil spirits did it anyway.

This contrasting scene made Zhu Huai feel a little uneasy. For some reason, this statue looked so weird, like a bloody statue of Guanyin, giving people the illusion of filthiness.

Within this filth, there is an exceptionally powerful divinity.

But the divinity was completely different from what Zhu Huai felt in his ancestral home. It was as if this statue was a ghost god worshipped by a group of ghosts.

Zhu Huai felt a little uneasy.

But the person in front of him was Liu Xiang, and it was impossible for Liu Xiang to hurt him.

Zhu Huai had an almost instinctive trust in this, so even though he felt uneasy, he did not turn around and leave.

What's more, Prime Minister Liu is right next to him, and the real boss is here. Should he still be afraid of a statue in front of him?

"Since this is your statue, why do you look like this in the shrine?" Zhu Huai asked puzzledly.

The statues enshrined in the shrines for worshiping gods should be the true appearance of the gods.

Even if Liu Xiang has different clones, those clones will not usurp the position of the original body, but will be connected to the original body's consciousness and completely controlled by the original body.

Prime Minister Liu lowered his eyes slightly. He could indeed feel the connection between himself and the statue.

Zhu Huai said, "There won't be any problems, right?"

He did not feel any malice. On the contrary, when he stood here, all the movements outside seemed to disappear. It was the divine power of the sacrifice that was protecting him.

The incense offered in front of the statue had burned to its peak and was about to go out.

Zhu Huai first sent the three people out of the ghost cave, and when he came back, the statue was still standing there.

Liu Xiang didn't want Zhu Huai to touch the statue. When the words were on the tip of his tongue, the little mermaid suddenly paused for a moment, with a struggling expression on his face. In just a moment, he returned to normal, and even Zhu Huai didn't notice anything was wrong.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Zhu Huai changed a little, as if he was carefully examining some treasure, and he went forward and hugged him. Zhu Huai didn't understand why, but he heard Liu Xiang say, "You are so cute."

Zhu Huai was stunned by this sudden love talk, and Liu Xiang said again: "I like you very much."

What happened? Why did he suddenly become so clingy? Zhu Huai felt a little happy, and his face was slightly hot, but he still had to deal with the business. He said, "The incense is about to go out. What should I do?"

Liu Xiang smiled and said, "This statue is just another form of me. To some extent, this is my original appearance."

His words were understated, but he had already regarded this appearance as the real person. Zhu Huai felt a subtle sense of strangeness in his heart. He said, "How many other aspects of you are there that I don't know about?"

"Don't be nervous. Just drop your blood on the altar and new incense will be lit." said Liu Xiang.

Is that really how it is? Zhu Huai reached out and cut a wound on his wrist. Blood immediately flowed down and dripped onto the altar. In a short moment, four sacred incense sticks condensed. The crimson incense rose out of thin air, making the blood-red light bright again, but this time, it was four incense sticks that were lit!

Three roots are used to worship gods, four roots are used to worship ghosts.

Zhu Huai slowly took a step back. He actually heard the statue inside the shrine chuckle. The big fat moth in his head suddenly buzzed, "Something's wrong, Zhu Huai, this is not right."

Zhu Huai stepped back, only to find himself trapped in a cold embrace. Standing behind him was the dark-haired Liu Xiang. Zhu Huai couldn't turn around, only to see the ends of his hair drooping, a faint tinge of crimson, so hot it seemed almost burning.

"Why are you so careless?"

Liu Xiang was somewhat displeased. He grabbed Zhu Huai from behind with one hand and held up his wrist with the other hand. He kissed his wound lightly and delicately, greedily licking away the blood on his wrist.

A tingling and numb feeling came, and the small wound quickly healed without leaving a trace. Zhu Huai said, "Prime Minister Liu, what exactly happened?"

He didn't believe that Liu Xiang would harm him no matter what. Zhu Huai turned around, but met a pair of blood-red eyes. Those eyes were staring at him infatuatedly, as if they were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

"Prime Minister Liu..."

As Zhu Huai opened his mouth to call out that name, sleepiness inevitably came over him. He closed his eyes, fell down amid the eager buzzing of the big fat moth, and was held in the arms of a hand.

In his sleep, Zhu Huai felt someone sighing, holding him tightly in his arms, enjoying all of him.

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“Master…Master!” Zhu Huai heard someone calling his name. He opened his eyes dazedly and said, “Prime Minister Liu…?”

"Master, what's wrong with you? You're calling your fiancé's name so early in the morning." A strange voice came to his ears, making Zhu Huai completely sober.

He seemed to have had a very long dream. In the dream, he was a somewhat unlucky Taoist priest who always encountered strange supernatural events and seemed to have died once.

It seemed that he had forgotten some very important person or thing, but when Zhu Huai yawned, those chaotic dreams instantly dissipated. Dreams are just dreams. No matter how deep the impression in the dream is, it will be completely forgotten when you wake up.

He could faintly hear a strange buzzing sound in his ears, like something furry flapping its wings, but soon even this sound disappeared.

Zhu Huai thought about the current situation. He was the eldest son of the Zhu family and had a younger brother. Although he was adopted, Zhu Mo still raised him as his own son.

Zhu Huai is also very likable. He respects his father, educates his younger brother, has excellent grades and good looks. It seems that even if you shine a light on him, you can't find any flaws in him. Zhu Huai's only shortcoming is that he has been weak and sickly since childhood.

In order to treat his strange disease, Zhu Mo has been running around the best hospitals in the country since he was a child. But even though he has spent a lot of money, Zhu Huai's disease still cannot be cured. He always falls down when he is exposed to the wind, and a small cold seems to take half his life.

If this continues, Zhu Huai will definitely not live past his twenties. Zhu Mo is almost desperate. In order to cure his son, he is desperate and tries all kinds of medical treatments. Finally, he found a way to cure the disease.

That is to marry the eldest son of the Liu family.

The person who contacted Zhu Mo and told him the secret formula for connecting his life said cautiously, "This child's life is too precious. His body can't handle his own destiny, which is why he's destined to die young. Averting this is simple. Find a noble person with the same destiny to connect his fortunes."

The eldest son of the Liu family is the most suitable person to be linked with Zhu Huai.

"Husband and wife are one. After you become each other's wife, both of your names are witnessed by heaven and earth. Your two destinies are connected. Naturally, you can bear Zhu Huai's fate and turn him into a healthy and normal person." The Taoist priest was muttering something in a mysterious way. Zhu Mo's first reaction was: Has the current fraud method evolved to this extent?

But Zhu Huai had already collapsed due to a strong wind. If this continued, Zhu Huai might really die. Zhu Mo had no other options. He thought for a long time and finally chose to ask the Liu family for help. However, this matter sounded so ridiculous that even if they disagreed, Zhu Mo had no other choice.

Fortunately, the eldest young master of the Liu family agreed to this matter directly after just listening to Zhu Mo's purpose.

"You're right." The man with flowing red hair and blood-red eyes standing under the willow tree said with a smile, "Zhu Huai, you should indeed be my wife, my only wife."

Zhu Huai inexplicably became Liu Xiang's fiancée. When he was still lying on the hospital bed and knew nothing, everything had already been settled.

Strangely enough, after Zhu Mo went to the Liu family and brought back Prime Minister Liu's token, Zhu Huai, who was originally seriously ill, miraculously recovered. This made Zhu Mo believe in this seemingly unfounded metaphysics even more.

Zhu Huai was a little confused about having a fiancé whom he had never met before, but he chose to listen to Zhu Mo's explanation. After hearing Zhu Mo's words, Zhu Huai's first reaction was: "...Dad, this can't be..."

Although he didn't say it directly, the meaning of his words was obvious. Zhu Mo seemed to want to sigh. He said, "I think so too, but son, the Liu family is a famous and prestigious family. They can crush us with just one finger. Not to mention that the eldest son of the Liu family is the head of the family. If we want to cheat, then it looks more like we are profiting."

Zhu Huai swallowed all the words he said. Zhu Mo was right. From a certain perspective, Zhu Huai was more like the liar with ulterior motives.

What made Zhu Huai even more puzzled and a little surprised was that there was a strong ghostly aura lingering on the token that Zhu Mo brought back from the Liu family!

The power of this ghost energy was something Zhu Huai had never heard of or seen before.

What Zhu Mo didn't know was that Zhu Huai was actually a natural born celestial master. He had been able to see ghosts since he was a child, and had taught himself talismans to catch ghosts when he was in his teens. However, his body was too weak, so if he was not careful, he might be taken advantage of by evil spirits.

Ever since Zhu Huai could remember, there had been countless evil spirits of all kinds who wanted to take his life, devour his soul, and seize his body.

In the eyes of evil spirits, Zhu Huai was like a huge treasure from heaven that attracted many ghosts. If they could devour him, they could almost reach the sky in one step.

It’s just that Zhu Huai is very powerful, and ordinary evil spirits can’t last more than a round in front of him. In order to avoid scaring his family, he has been hiding his identity.

Touching this willow-tassel-like token, Zhu Huai became interested and really wanted to meet the eldest young master of the Liu family.

He wanted to see whether he was a human or a ghost, a demon or a monster.

Zhu Huai figured out the whole story. He put away the token beside the bed and was about to get up and go to the Liu family. At this time, his body had almost recovered and he could barely walk normally.

However, the face of the person in the mirror still had a sickly pale tint. Although he had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a solemn and handsome face, he looked a little weak because of his thin and tall figure and the lingering sickness.

The sharp eyes formed a certain contrast with such a fragile body, making his demeanor appear even more complex.

Zhu Huai looked at himself in the mirror and became a little suspicious. Is his body so fragile?

Yeah?

He clearly remembered that he had won the championship in long-distance running. How could a patient who was so weak as this run 3,000 meters?

But... Zhu Huai knew that his body was indeed very fragile and needed comfort from others, but who was that person?

A name came to Zhu Huai's mind. He frowned and walked out of the room. The housekeeper who was making soup came out in a hurry and took him to finish the pork tripe and chicken soup cooked today.

The soup is fresh and delicious, the broth is a rich milky white color, and the strong smell of white pepper hits you in the face, which is very positive.

The spicy and warm chicken soup poured into his mouth. Zhu Huai didn't like eating pig's stomach. He frowned and scooped up the fat and soft pig's stomach in the bowl and chewed it like a cat chewing a piece of rubber.

The pig's stomach was cooked very soft, and Zhu Huai relaxed his brows. His fear of pig's stomach came from the fact that when he was innocent, he went to a restaurant and chewed something strange out of the pig's stomach in a bowl of soup.

From then on, Zhu Huai became wary of things outside, and pig stomach and pig intestines were things he was very afraid of.

However, the housekeeper was a very good cook and also very clean, so after Zhu Huai drank a bowl of soup, he felt his stomach warm. He had some sweat on his face, which made it look even paler. Zhu Huai wiped his face and said, "Where's Zhu Zhe?"

"Oh, he should have gone to school."

The butler was very tall and stared at Zhu Huai intently, as if nothing else mattered.

Zhu Huai sighed. He was the only one in the family who had nothing to do.

He simply stood up and prepared to leave, but was pulled back by the housekeeper when he was about to walk out the door. He was restrained by a man who was much taller than him, who pushed him to the door, put a coat on him, and tied a scarf around his neck.

Zhu Huai's face was squeezed smaller by the scarf, and his fluffy black hair hung on both sides of the scarf. His bright black eyes looked at the man in front of him, and a trace of suspicion flashed across his eyes: "When did a housekeeper come to my house?"

"Master, you're joking. I've been here the whole time." The housekeeper said, "Do you need me to drive you to meet your fiancé?"

Zhu Huai looked at him suspiciously. How did the housekeeper know where he was going? It was a bit strange.

He was a little confused about the difference between dreams and reality, and always felt that the housekeeper's face was very familiar. However, before he had time to think about it, Zhu Huai got on the car and was taken to Liu Xiang's house.

As soon as he arrived in front of the Liu family's ancestral home, Zhu Huai was shocked by the Liu family's style. It was like a huge manor. These mountains belonged to the Liu family's private territory. Others would be unlucky if they accidentally entered and were caught.

The Liu family's ancestral home was so vast that few could enter. As for the rest of the clan, they could only live in other villa complexes. This was the first time Zhu Huai had seen such an old-fashioned, large family. He let out a breath, feeling a belated excitement in his heart for some reason.

Is it because she wants to meet the fiancé she has never met, or is it because she wants to meet the owner of this token?

Zhu Huai packed up his Heavenly Master Record and the Evil-Slaying Whip. The housekeeper said to him, "Master, I will stay here. If you need me, I will appear before you."

Zhu Huai thought the housekeeper's words sounded like Doraemon. He said, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a red envelope when I get back."

"Young Master is such a kind-hearted person." The housekeeper couldn't help but pinch his face. Zhu Huai frowned and said to him seriously, "Don't touch me. I'm leaving."

The Liu family's servant led him to the depths of the ancestral home and said to him, "The master of the family is waiting for you."

After crossing one door after another, Zhu Huai smelled a fresh scent of grass and trees. The fragrance was extremely refreshing and gave Zhu Huai a familiar feeling. He became inexplicably excited.

Regardless of his physical weakness, Zhu Huai stepped through the gate first. At the end of the bluestone path was a quiet garden.

Beneath the tall and lush willow tree stood a figure, with a slender and perfect figure. Just a side profile could describe her as gorgeous, graceful, and flawless.

The other party seemed to notice the movement coming from the door. He turned his head slightly and smiled brightly at Zhu Huai. He said, "Dear, why did you take the initiative to come to me today?"

Looking at that face, Zhu Huai paused.

The person who appeared in front of Zhu Huai was not only the head of the Liu family, but also the actual ruler of the Liu family.

At the same time, he was also a powerful and terrifying evil spirit. The black energy on his body swallowed everything around him like a black hole. In Zhu Huai's eyes, it soared into the sky, almost distorting reality and sweeping away everything.

It is a legendary ghost.

The ghost with red hair, bloodshot eyes and a bright smile was holding a willow branch in his hand. The densely packed tiny flower buds hanging on the branch were also a rich blood red in color.

The overly rich crimson color seemed to be burning, and along with such a charmingly beautiful face, and a body over two meters tall and almost inhuman, it formed a behemoth with a perfect face and a ferocious temperament.

A feeling of oppression with almost no escape.

This is a real ghost.

But... Zhu Huai's gaze fell on his face.

He is very handsome.

Wake up, Zhu Huai, this is a ghost god. He can kill you with just a glance. He only needs to smile slightly, and you, a mere heavenly master, will die in front of him.

But he is very handsome.

Wake up, no matter how good-looking he is, he is still a ghost!

Zhu Huai's face was wrapped in a scarf, his slender chin sunk in the plush. He exhaled a little hot air, coughed softly twice, and his face was baked red.

Looking at this scene, Liu Xiang slowly walked towards him, reached out his hand and stroked his face tenderly.

His palms were scorching hot, emitting an endless, fiery heat that made Zhu Huai blush even more. Liu Xiang looked at him and said, "Why do you look... so pitiful?"

He lowered his head, and pressed his lips, which were filled with strong heat, towards Zhu Huai, rolling over his brow, as if to burn a drop of blood there, turning it into a strong, indelible red mole.

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