Chapter 558

Hello.

Wen Xin seemed too shy to look at Him, gave a soft greeting, and then stood obediently with her head down.

The ghost lowered its head slightly, its non-human eyes scrutinizing the extremely fragile human girl before it. Its gaze swept over the section of her snow-white, beautiful neck that was exposed when she lowered her head, and the bride's dress that she wore for Him.

His eyes darkened slightly, but his smile remained warm and gentle. "Sit down, don't be shy."

A chair with a soft cushion appeared in front of the offering table at some point.

Wen Xin glanced at Him timidly, then slowly walked over and carefully sat down in the chair, her back straight, tense and uneasy.

The ghost seemed somewhat helpless. "Did I put pressure on you?"

The girl quickly waved her hands, "No, no, I, I'm so sorry."

The ghost laughed and said, "You haven't done anything wrong, so why are you apologizing to me?"

Wen Xin bit her lip, at a loss for words, unsure how to answer his question.

"Are you getting used to living here?"

The ghost was like a good-natured older brother, gently inquiring about her daily life, instantly making him more down-to-earth. His aloof divinity dissipated slightly, and Wen Xin gradually relaxed as well.

She gave a meek and slightly awkward smile. "Very well, thank you."

The ghost chuckled softly, "It's good that I didn't scare you."

Wen Xin: "..."

Ah, how should I put it?

He was just scared into submission?

She pursed her lips and asked softly, "May I ask you what I need to do here?"

As if afraid of offending Him, she quickly explained, "I don't know anything about you or this place. My parents didn't tell me anything before... Please forgive me if I have offended you."

When the merchant's adoptive parents were mentioned, Wen Xin's expression darkened, and she forced back her sorrow.

The ghost's hand, hidden beneath its long black sleeves, twitched slightly, causing the chains to rattle and frighten its human bride, making her face turn pale.

He sighed helplessly to himself, "How could he be so timid?"

Is He terrifying in her eyes?

He was clearly very gentle.

The ghosts in the old house nodded in agreement, providing irrefutable evidence for their master.

The spirits and deities are no longer just gentle; they're practically bathed in holy light.

Holy crap, do you know how terrifying it is that they have had to endure the violent and terrifying power of the demons and gods from time to time over the years, being blown into a blood flower time and time again?

Waaaaah, why can't the gods and spirits be even a little bit gentler with them?

Really, a little is enough; they are not greedy.

A certain ghost or deity: Ha!

However, regardless of the other ghosts and spirits, when it came to his little bride, the ghosts and spirits reflected and gently asked, "Am I that scary?"

Wen Xin's face stiffened slightly, and she shook her head vigorously. "No, it's my own problem."

The ghost sighed, "It seems it really is my problem."

Seeing that the girl was about to explain something, the ghost chuckled and said, "You don't need to be so careful. You can ask me any questions or tell me what you need."

Wen Xin paused for a moment, then her tone became much more sincere. "Thank you."

The ghost said, "The maid should have told you that this is the Nanshan Ancient House, and I am the master of this place."

Wen Xin agreed, hesitated for a moment, and then asked timidly, "Why would I...marry you?"

It should be a wedding, right?

"Why?" The ghost paused, then laughed, "It's because your parents owe me a lot of debt."

Wen Xin's almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief.

After all, as far as she knew, in Chaoge, the four major families could be said to have absolute power and wealth. They only owed others debts to them, so how could they possibly owe others debts?

The ghost saw the little girl staring at him in shock with her wet eyes, looking like a delicate and soft dumpling, extremely cute.

He gently pinched his fingertips together, suppressing the urge to rub her skin. "This is a bit complicated. I'll explain it to you slowly later."

Wen Xin nodded obediently, her docile and submissive manner making one's heart flutter with irresistible charm.

"So, does that mean I was sent here to pay off a debt?"

The spirit gently comforted her, "Don't worry, no one will hurt you here."

Although Wen Xin was feeling down, she tried her best to cheer herself up and gave Him a weak smile. "Well, don't worry, I will be very obedient and won't cause you any trouble."

The ghost/god: "..." That's not what He meant.

Never mind, let's take it slow.

After speaking with the spirit for a while, He gently let her go back.

Before leaving, Wen Xin asked Him again: What should I do?

The spirit smiled helplessly: "If you are willing, come to the shrine and talk to me every day."

Wen Xin nodded obediently, indicating that she would.

She glanced at the empty altar and asked uncertainly, "What should I prepare for you?"

For example, incense, candles, and offerings.

It's pitiful that a dignified ghost or deity has an offering table that's cleaner than his face.

Legend has it that gods and ghosts need incense offerings, but her cheap husband, this ghost god, doesn't seem to have any impressive titles, and there's no temple dedicated to him outside... Well, she's never heard of any of his deeds.

And the old house is filled with inhuman beings...

Um, so, how many years has it been since He last ate?

That's so pitiful!

Wait, wait, no, there's no incense burner or incense burning in the shrine, so why is there such a strong smell of incense ash?

Wen Xin... Wen Xin's legs are about to start shaking again.

Not only are fragmented souls physically afraid of ghosts, but they also have a vivid imagination... (balding head).jpg

Because of this ridiculous premise, Wen Xin got no answer and dared not look up at the ghosts and gods anymore, so she quickened her pace and walked out of the shrine.

She was also glad she didn't turn around, otherwise she would have seen the handsome face of her gentle and good-natured, but somewhat mysterious, newlywed husband gradually petrifying, his thin lips displaying a divine yet eerie smile, and the totem spreading black mist that slowly engulfed him.

What should we prepare?

Isn't she His best offering?

The black curtain fell silently, concealing the innermost scene.

Wen Xin stepped out of the shrine, where Mo'er and her maid stood respectfully waiting for her.

"lady."

Mo'er curtsied.

Wen Xin, who was raised with a modern education, was not used to traditional etiquette, but she didn't say much about it.

This place follows the ancient hierarchy and social order. If she uses the modern system, it will not only fail to make Mo'er and the others feel at ease, but will also bring them trouble and fear, and may even lead to them being punished for violating the rules.

Therefore, she was not used to it but still maintained respect.

When there's nothing that can be changed, what Wen Xin needs to do is integrate and adapt, rather than stand out from the crowd.

She asked Mo'er, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

Mo'er said, "Madam can do whatever she wants."

Wen Xin: Uh...

"Butler Song wishes to see Madam, but if you do not wish to see her, then you shall not."