Seance

After Guan Zheng died, her soul did not go to the underworld immediately.

Instead, he was detained in the ancestral hall.

She looked at her transparent palm, a little dazed.

Although she couldn't leave the ancestral hall, she saw...

She saw Yan Chan and the third prince plotting to seize the throne.

She saw Yan Chan kill the emperor with her own hands.

She saw a long scar on the palms of Yan Chan's hands, and the blood flowing in them seemed to be dried up.

That was a cut she made with a sword held in her bare hands. She couldn't imagine how painful it must have been, given how sharp the sword was.

She wanted to cry, but her soul had no tears at all.

Yan Chan never remarried.

Guan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Yan Chan did not seek death.

The most important thing is to be alive.

Yan Chan understood this principle, but was also trapped by it.

Since Guan Zheng didn't want her to die, she listened to her.

But she was very sad and often couldn't sleep at night.

Yan Chan really wanted to get drunk so that he didn't have to stay awake, because he could only see Guan Zheng again in his dreams.

But Guan Zheng also didn't allow her to drink excessively.

She is very nosy.

…But now she can’t control herself anymore.

Yan Chan really wants to get drunk once.

So she broke her promise.

She drank all night long on the night of her revenge.

She didn't want to care about the wound on her hand and let the blood stain the wine jar.

But in the dream, Guan Zheng did not come to find her. It seemed that she had broken her promise and made her wife angry.

She no longer came to see herself.

Yan Chan started to laugh while crying, and her tears wet her eyelashes. She curled up on the ground, and her outstretched hand almost knocked over the empty wine jar.

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Guan Zheng sat blankly in the ancestral hall in the form of a spirit.

She looked at the rows of tablets, and her dim eyes suddenly brightened up.

So she knelt down, clasped her hands together and prayed for the blessing of her ancestors.

May the swallows and cicadas live in peace and contentment until their old age.

She didn't know how long this had lasted, maybe a year, ten years, or even a hundred years.

It was so long that she almost forgot her last name and name, and only remembered the two words Yanchan.

I just remember that I didn't want her to be sad.

Just remember not to forget this name.

The ancestral hall was in ruins, with broken beams swaying in mid-air.

Guan Zheng didn't feel tired or sleepy.

She watched helplessly as the ancestral hall decayed bit by bit, and the wood that fell on the ground was even covered with mushrooms.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and flowers bloom and fade, and another year begins.

Guan Zheng finally waited for someone who could talk to her...a ghost.

"Who are you?" She touched her throat. She hadn't spoken for so long that her voice felt a little rusty, but fortunately she could still make a sound.

"I am your god."

Guan Zheng sat on the ground, stunned by the extremely cold-looking woman who was bending slightly towards her.

He just admired her outstanding appearance and didn't care at all what she said.

She had nothing to lose, so she wasn't afraid of what the person in front of her might have in mind.

It would be best to just end it yourself.

She had waited too long.

"Yeah." Guan Zheng nodded lightly as a response to her.

It seemed that he also felt that it was rare for a ghost to come and talk to him, and if he was so cold, what would happen if she left in anger?

Then Guan Zheng said again: "Do you still remember your name?"

She descended to the ground, seemingly touching it with her feet, but in reality, she was merely aligned with the ground. She wasn't physically present. "The Ghost King has descended."

"It's a pity that I can't remember my name. I'm so sorry." Guan Zheng hugged her knees with her hands, rested her head on them, and glanced sideways at the stone next to the pillar.

"......" Jiang Ling saw her dazed look and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Are you here to see me?"

"I came for you." Jing Ling finally spoke.

"For me..." Guan Zheng's dark pupils were stunned for a moment.

Jiang Ling changed the subject and asked, "Do you have any wish?"

Guan Zheng thought about it and didn't seem to have any wishes. If she had to say one... "I hope Yan Chan can be safe."

"Who is Yan Chan?" Jiang Ling patiently asked and answered Guan Zheng.

"I don't know. I just remember that he was a very important person, very important to me."

"Hmm, I see." Jing Ling pondered for a moment and said, "Just peace? That's too small a wish."

For a ghost like her, keeping someone safe is just a matter of snapping her fingers.

But she doesn't want to be a profiteer, she likes fair trade.

"Do you want to go see her?" Jing Ling made some deductions.

Guan Zheng didn't answer immediately. Did she want to meet Yan Chan? But she had forgotten who Yan Chan was...

It seems like I want to meet him.

Guan Zheng nodded.

But she also knew that the spirit would not help her for no reason. What on earth was there in her that was worth her going to so much trouble?

Suddenly, a piece of golden paper floated in front of her.

It was also emitting golden light, which was a bit dazzling for a moment.

"Here's a contract. Sign it and I'll send you to see her."

"And what I want is your fate, the fate of the extremely yin eight characters."

"What will happen to me after my fate is removed? Will I die?" Guan Zheng hesitated as she held the pen.

"I don't know either." Jiang Ling wanted to say that Guan Zheng was the first ghost to sign this contract with her...

"Then...can I give it to you after I come back?" Guan Zheng stared at the paper in a daze.

"Of course." Jiang Ling said disapprovingly.

"Thank you, you are such a good ghost." The moment she raised the pen, her wrist moved by itself and she signed her name, Guan Zheng.

So this is what I called...

Hearing Guan Zheng praising her, Jiang Ling raised her head in satisfaction with a smile on her lips. Yes, she was a good ghost.

In a moment of anger, he simply gave away his soul-catching bell.

"You look so stupid and weak, this thing can protect you." After saying "take it and play with it", Jiang Ling threw the bell with a faint blue light over.

Guan Zheng quickly reached out to take it, but as soon as she touched the Soul-Catching Bell, her head felt as if it was torn apart. She covered her head and stood up shakily.

She clenched her teeth, but a painful groan unfortunately escaped from them.

It is speculated that the spirit is too weak to withstand the power of the soul-catching bell.

She floated in front of Guan Zheng and reached out to hold her right hand holding the soul-catching bell.

The light of the soul-catching bell gradually dimmed, and Guan Zheng gradually recovered from the pain.

She looked at the soul-catching bell in her hand with lingering fear.

The whole person is no longer dull and boring as before.

She also had to thank the bell for bringing back all her forgotten memories.

When Jiang Ling saw that he had done a good deed with good intentions, the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed and kept rising.

As expected of her.

He was so powerful right after he ascended the throne.

"By the way, drink less Mengpo soup when you go to the underworld." I finally remembered it, what if I forget it again?

This is not the most important thing. What the spirit is really worried about is that she will even forget the contract with him.

Guan Zheng nodded in agreement.

......

After waiting in a long line, it was finally her turn.

Guan Zheng used some tricks and didn't drink it.

She met Yan Chan again as agreed, but she looked strange.

......

Later, she finally found her Yanchan... but in exchange for all her memories.