Chapter 86 Am I the kind of person who doesn't know how to cherish women?

Xie Xun tried to break free, but was instead held even tighter.

Fortunately, he was willing to give up and wiped his snot and tears all over the other side's uniform.

Unexpectedly, Fu Qinghuai didn't push him away. Instead, he clumsily patted him on the back twice. The force wasn't gentle; it was more like petting a cat.

When Xie Xun finally came to his senses, he realized how embarrassing it was. He pushed Fu Qinghuai away and wiped his face hard with his sleeve.

He turned to face Ah Sheng and Spider-Man Liu Yuru. Although his eyes were red at the corners, his gaze had regained its usual calm.

"Listen up, you can seek revenge, but Xie Yingxuan has long since vanished. If you insist on holding me responsible..."

Xie Xun cracked his knuckles, a cold glint flashing in his fox-like eyes. "It's a matter of skill. Either you die, or I live."

Three yellow talismans were already between his fingers; his voice was calm, yet filled with murderous intent.

"I, Xie Xun, have never been a great philanthropist, much less a good person. Helping you is a favor, not helping is my right. If you want to fight, come now."

Ah Sheng's ghost was stunned by his sudden aura and unconsciously took a half step back. The Spider-Man also shrank back into the shadows, his six arms writhing uneasily.

"interesting,"

Fu Qinghuai leaned against the wall, arms crossed, chuckling softly. He moved closer with interest, tilting his head to look at the intimidated Asheng. He said with amusement, "Go ahead and fight! Why aren't you fighting? Let me see just how capable this little beauty really is."

Ah Sheng's ghost floated restlessly in place, the black aura around him boiling wildly like scalding water.

He stared intently at Xie Xun's face, which was strikingly similar to Xie Yingxuan's, wishing he could pounce on him and tear him to shreds. But when he caught a glimpse of Fu Qinghuai watching the show with his hands tucked in his pocket, he chickened out.

He had a slim chance of winning if he fought Xie Xun and Yu Ru joined forces.

But... with the thousand-year-old evil spirit eyeing them menacingly nearby, this person, though watching the show, was clearly on Xie Xun's side.

If they really had to fight, they would have no chance of winning.

Let alone being able to be reborn in the cycle of reincarnation after being saved, they will probably just vanish into nothingness like Xie Yingxuan, who deserved to be torn to pieces.

After a few rounds of discussion, Ah Sheng had figured it out.

He floated to Spider-Man's side and looked into his wife's eyes, which were gradually clearing.

For a century, they have been trapped in this endless resentment, unable to escape.

Are we going to drag another innocent person into this mess as well?

Xie Xun is right, he is also a pitiful person.

"When will this cycle of revenge end..."

Ah Sheng sighed, his voice filled with the vicissitudes of life, "We've been ruined by Xie Yingxuan our whole lives, are we going to ruin his descendants' lives too?"

Spider-Man nodded gently and wrapped her arms around her husband with her two relatively intact arms.

She looked at Xie Xun, her eyes no longer filled with resentment, only with relief.

Have you thought it through?

Xie Xun remained unmoved and asked them directly, the talismans on his fingertips rustling, "Give me a straight answer if you want to punish or perform a ritual to help them pass on."

He never believed in the nonsense about revenge only going on or repaying evil with good.

In this world, whether human or ghost, whoever has the strongest fist gets to call the shots.

If he were the one at a disadvantage right now, this ghostly couple would have already pounced on him and torn him to pieces. Why would they be dawdling around here?

As the saying goes, all fear and dread stem from insufficient firepower.

Ah Sheng's gaze swept back and forth between Xie Xun and Fu Qinghuai.

beat?

Not to mention that unfathomable thousand-year-old evil spirit, even this young man from the Xie family in front of me doesn't look easy to deal with.

He recalled the power of those talismanic fires from earlier, and then caught a glimpse of the fading resentment in his wife's eyes.

"Burn those two diaries."

After a long while, Ah Sheng finally spoke in a hoarse voice, the black aura around him gradually subsiding, "And... the things in the wooden box."

Spider-Man held Ah Sheng tightly, and in the flickering firelight, she hummed "The Purple Hairpin" once more:

"Her face was half-veiled by a crimson veil."

"The peach blossoms flutter in the dark, tinged with the crimson glow of dawn."

"The one who picks up the hairpin will meet a woman with a tragic fate."

"The hairpin's price has been reduced to that of Luoyang"

"The Fallen Hero of Jiangzhou Meets Sima"

This time, it carried a trembling sound of relief.

Xie Xun watched as the two figures embracing in the firelight gradually became transparent, and he couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

He casually brushed away the ashes of the burnt talisman and gave a slight smirk.

What kind of nonsense is this?

He cleaned up the mess left by that old beast's ancestors and sent the star-crossed lovers on their way, but what about himself?

He suffered just as much as he was supposed to, and the bad luck he was supposed to bear is still waiting for him.

Overwhelmed with grievances, he raised his hand and fiercely wiped his face, forcibly suppressing the tears that welled up inside him.

Now is not the time for sentimentality. Liu Wanning is still waiting for him to save her, and he still needs to re-sign the contract with this Fu Qinghuai and inherit everything that damned.

"Tsk tsk, this is really boring, it's over already."

Let's cooperate.

Suddenly, Xie Xun turned to look at Fu Qinghuai, who was leaning against the door frame watching the show and making sarcastic remarks, and said directly.

Fu Qinghuai raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"You've been trapped in this mirror world for hundreds of years, aren't you tired of it by now?"

Xie Xun met his probing gaze, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll help you get out, and you help me find someone."

He gave Liu Wanning's birth date and time, and added, "She's just a little girl who's only ten years old."

"Oh,"

Fu Qinghuai toyed with the black mist between his fingers, a half-smile on his face. "Why should I believe you?"

"Just because I was able to break Xie Yingxuan's trap, I am his descendant, and moreover..."

After Xie Xun finished speaking, he stepped forward and suddenly ripped open the sleeve of his wrist, revealing the contract mark he had signed with Fu Qinghuai in the real world. "I signed a symbiotic contract with your original body a long time ago. Now, I want to renegotiate the contract with you."

Upon hearing this, the black aura surrounding Fu Qinghuai surged violently.

He stared at the familiar contract mark, a hidden current surging in his peach blossom eyes.

No wonder I felt this little beauty was familiar when I first saw her, and she even carried my yin energy. It turns out that the clone hiding in the jade pendant beat me to it.

So that's how it is...

But the real body?

Ha, you really dare to say that.

"The real body? Is that what he told you?"

Fu Qinghuai curled his lips in disdain. "A remnant soul that has been sealed for hundreds of years and still can't break free, dares to call itself the original body?"

After saying that, he suddenly moved closer to Xie Xun, his slender fingertips gently pinching the other's chin, forcing him to look up at him, his eyes swirling with an ambiguous look, "Tell me, how far have you and that good-for-nothing gone?"

Xie Xun frowned, trying to dodge, but was trapped in place by the thick black mist.

"Tsk tsk, this pure yin energy is mixed with my yin energy,"

Fu Qinghuai leaned closer, took a deep breath on the other person's neck, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "Have you two practiced dual cultivation?"

He deliberately traced Xie Xun's thin lips with his fingertips, his tone ambiguous, "Tell me, how does it feel to make love with 'me'?"

At this moment, the basement suddenly began to shake, as if it had collapsed because Liu Yuru and her husband had been given a proper rite of passage and there was no more resentment to sustain it.

Xie Xun's ears turned red, and she slapped his hand away, saying coldly, "You're much more annoying than him."

"Yeah?"

Instead of getting angry, Fu Qinghuai laughed and approached him directly, pinning him against the wall. "Then let's compare and see which one makes you feel more like you're going to die."

Xie Xun was speechless and kicked him in the military boot. "Idiot! Didn't you see the earthquake?"

Fu Qinghuai winced in pain but laughed even harder, taking advantage of the earth-shaking noise to hoist the person onto his shoulder. "I'll take you to a safe place, and we can chat slowly~"

"Put me down!" Xie Xun angrily punched his back.

"Save your energy."

Fu Qinghuai casually patted his buttocks, grinning with a roguish air, "You'll be calling me that later."

When he returned to the Marshal's Mansion, the adjutant rushed over with a squad of soldiers and was dumbfounded when he saw what was happening.

All that could be seen was their commander carrying a woman struggling desperately on his shoulder. The woman's white theatrical costume was disheveled, revealing a section of her fair lower back.

hiss……

This bullying behavior is quite in line with their commander's usual style.

If they liked someone, they would kidnap them and force them to perform operas. However, none of them could be satisfied, and they were all thrown out of the mansion shortly after entering. This is also the reason why those who were brought back to the Marshal's mansion mysteriously disappeared.

"What are you looking at?"

Fu Qinghuai, in a good mood, kicked his adjutant aside and said, "Go and clean up the west wing."

The adjutant glanced at Xie Xun, who was still cursing, and lowered his voice, "General, did you... snatch Boss Xie back?"

Fu Qinghuai raised an eyebrow. "What? It's not allowed?"

"Sure! Of course!"

The adjutant quickly stood at attention. "Well... should I prepare some wound medicine?"

He glanced suggestively at Xie Xun's wrist, which had been gripped so tightly that it bore red marks; his gaze was quite ambiguous.

"Get lost."

Fu Qinghuai laughed and kicked him again, "Am I the kind of person who doesn't know how to cherish women?"