Chapter 590

Furthermore, the four great families have strange fates, often dying violently. Every year, a direct descendant must be chosen to fill the old house with their blood, flesh, and soul, otherwise the curse of death from the gods will befall them.

Then why didn't the ghosts and gods exterminate their clan?

Why bother wiping them out?

These long days would be unbearable without a little fun, and if the spirits and gods lose control, the world will face its end.

Shang Heng, who was once an emperor, was also proud, and he was unwilling to become an out-of-control, ugly, and murderous monster.

Moreover, He had once consulted the oracle for himself, and his intuition told him to wait, even though at the time He did not know what He was waiting for.

However, in the prophecy, what He was waiting for was related to the bride, which is why He allowed the four great families to send in a bride every year.

Of course, apart from Wen Xin, none of them survived.

Worried that she might overthink things and think he was cruel and tyrannical, the crazy ghost and god explained: "The birth rate of women in the four major families is extremely low. Each generation of family head usually only has one daughter, and only the family head's own daughter can be chosen as a sacrifice."

The darker and more twisted the women's hearts are, the more sinful they are, the more likely they are to be chosen.

Furthermore, since they enjoyed the wealth and glory that the four great families had obtained by absorbing the luck of the gods and spirits, they should be prepared to pay the price.

None of the four major families are innocent.

Even more cruelly, in the curse of the gods and spirits, the women had extremely deep feelings for their parents, and the pain of sending their daughters to their deaths with their own hands was a nightmare that the four great families had been unable to escape for thousands of years.

As a result, many of the heads of the four great families and their spouses died young, and their later years were extremely miserable.

There is no such thing as fairness or unfairness; this bloody and cruel cycle of reincarnation was chosen by the four major families themselves.

However, driven by enormous profits, even with countless tragedies before them, they not only do not back down, but also rush forward one after another, deluding themselves into thinking they are the exception.

Wen Xin frowned. "But I've never hurt anyone before."

Soul Fragment is a very timid, shy, and kind girl; darkness and sin have nothing to do with her.

Moreover, according to His explanation, she was merely a nominal member of the merchant family and did not meet the bloodline requirements for a sacrificial offering.

The ghost gazed at her with deep, unfathomable eyes, without revealing that she was the bride it had been waiting for for thousands of years.

Therefore, even though she is not of the Shang clan bloodline, He would subconsciously choose her.

But she was the one, perhaps it was fate's only compensation to her, and it was also the day when the four great families would perish.

The most ridiculous thing is the shop owner. While he was still gloating over his miraculous change of fate for his daughter, the shop was suddenly gone, leaving him with only one path: death.

The sheer volume of information, along with the complex cause-and-effect relationships, left Wen Xin somewhat overwhelmed.

One can only sigh, the entertainment industry is truly chaotic.

However, tonight also relieved one of her worries. If He had really married so many brides, life would have been unbearable.

For some reason, a certain madman felt a chill down his spine and seriously suspected that a hypocrite was jealous of him and was planning to harm him.

After all, His position in the little bride's heart is definitely higher than that of the other party now (in His own opinion).

Of course, He wasn't really arrogant.

The hypocrite always puts on airs of God, but He is different. He can play the role and do whatever the little bride likes. That is His absolute advantage.

The deity in the shrine cannot step down from the altar, but He can.

He had reservations, hoping to be perfect in the young bride's heart, but He didn't need to. He had no reservations, and there was nothing he couldn't let her know.

Wen Xin sighed softly, "It's all destiny."

He chuckled softly, “No, it’s fate.”

Upon hearing this, she looked up at Him and met His gentle gaze, filled with undisguised passion. Never before had she realized that the man holding her was not only a high and mighty deity, but also her husband.

In a daze, He was just Him, whether he was a scoundrel or a brother, he was just Him, and the tenderness He gave her was exactly the same.

Overjoyed and sweet, she suddenly realized that He was the only person in the world who treated her well, her support, and the one her heart longed for.

The girl's eyes sparkled like a lotus blooming slowly under the moon, pure yet alluring, instantly captivating his soul.

"Little bride..."

The deity lowered his head, his eyes filled with tenderness.

The magnified handsome face before her eyes made Wen Xin open her almond-shaped eyes slightly. She gripped her skirt tightly, but no longer resisted or objected, letting his kiss fall upon her.

His cool, thin lips tentatively touched hers, his long arms encircling her slender waist. After the girl let out a soft murmur, the man's eyes darkened and deepened as he held her tighter.

Her breath was taken away by Him, and Wenxin was enveloped by His breath. Her waist slumped, and her body went limp in His arms.

The bow tied at her waist was untied, and the sleeves fell down along her smooth skin, revealing her fair, snow-white shoulders.

The cool, large hand touched the girl's soft skin, causing her to tremble reflexively. She could only cling to it helplessly, her eyes glazed over.

Just as things were about to get out of control, He simply ended the kiss with regret, his forehead pressed against hers.

After a moment, suppressing his overwhelming desire, he straightened her dress and asked in a deep, affectionate voice, "Are you sleepy? Shall I carry you to bed?"

Wen Xinyu's arm was wrapped around his neck, her almond-shaped eyes were watery, and her pretty face was flushed. She couldn't help but purse her slightly swollen lips. The throbbing sensation caused by that cool, domineering yet gentle entanglement was still in her heart, making her tremble.

She just thought He would continue, after all, He had done so before...

But unexpectedly, just when she was about to lose her senses, it was He who stopped first.

The madman seemed to know what she was thinking, and lovingly stroked her little face, "I told you I wouldn't force you anymore."

Wen Xin smiled and softly hummed in agreement.

He picked her up, carried her back to the inner room, and ruffled her hair. "Go to sleep. I'll stay outside with you. Don't worry about anything. I'm here."

Wen Xin grabbed His sleeve, "If you're tired, go back to the shrine and rest. You don't need to stay with me."

He chuckled and gently pinched her delicate nose. "Have you forgotten I'm not human? I won't get tired."

The girl scolded him, "Didn't you say you wouldn't scare me? Then why are you saying that about yourself?"

The madman raised an eyebrow, "Really scared?"

"snort!"

"Okay, it's my fault."

"Stop it, I'm going to sleep."

"Yes, my lady."

The handsome and noble man lifted her hand and kissed the back of it, his deep voice filled with tenderness and a smile.

Wen Xin blushed deeply after being teased by Him and pushed Him out.

As for Fang Xingyan and Shang Ruru, who still remembers who they are?