Chapter 600

Is that what He understood it to mean?

No, no, it must be an illusion caused by His power going out of control.

How could the young bride possibly want to be with Him...?

She clearly hated and rejected it so much before.

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

Wen Xin: "..."

She grabbed His hand, "What are you doing?"

A crazy, brainless ghost muttered to himself, "I'm hallucinating, little bride, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I'll calm myself down."

Wen Xin: "..." Is calming down just like slapping yourself in the face?

So, are you going to stab yourself in the back later?

Wen Xin knelt down on Him helplessly, reached out to cup His face, and leaned in to kiss His cheek. "Is this a hallucination?"

Crazy Ghost God: "..."

She suppressed a laugh, then bit down this time. "Still?"

He: "!!!"

He gripped her waist, yet dared not exert force, staring at her in shock. The blazing fire in his eyes made her snow-white skin flush a faint pink, and his heart pounded rapidly.

The night breeze was slightly cool, drifting through the room. The curtains by the French windows swayed gently, and black robes and scarlet nightgowns mingled on the floor.

In the hazy moonlight, the girl's slender shadow suddenly tightened, folding into a stunningly beautiful arc, like a beautiful butterfly caught in a net, gently and slowly being entangled.

"Little bride".

Their fingers intertwined, and his kiss landed on her collarbone, hot yet tender, filled with disbelief and ecstatic joy at his wish being fulfilled.

Wen Xin's slender, jade-like fingers clung weakly to his shoulders, her almond-shaped eyes were hazy, and her red lips let out a sweet, soft, restrained moan.

The "ghost" hugged his little wife tightly, chuckling softly, "I thought I was nothing more than His appendage, and that fulfilling my dream was a distant dream."

Upon hearing this, the girl opened her misty eyes, turned her head and kissed the corner of His lips, "No."

He is not an appendage.

In her heart, there was only one Shang Heng, one husband, and both of them were hers.

He fulfilled her childhood dream, so how could she bear to let His dream remain unattainable?

The "ghost" took the initiative and kissed His wife deeply.

Evil and justice, the great principles of humanity—none of that matters to Him; He only desires His little bride.

...

After a night of passion, Wen Xin didn't wake up until almost afternoon the next day.

Last night's chaotic memories replayed in her mind like a movie, and she glared at a certain scoundrel who had no self-control, her pretty face flushed.

The crazy ghost was completely innocent; it was the little bride who gave Him permission.

Could it be that He didn't perform well enough last night?

Could we give Him a chance to retake the test?

He promised to hand in a perfect score on the exam.

Wen Xin: "..."

You big pervert, pshaw! Did you think she didn't know what he was up to?

What if she loses her back?

Wen Xin firmly rejected His suggestion to stay here and rest for a few days before returning to the old house. She supported her legs, which were so weak she could barely stand, to wash up and insisted on returning to the old house.

My brother is about to wake up tonight. What kind of people are they, still outside?

Even the most madmen and spirits would be driven crazy.

Is the young bride going to deny everything after eating?

They're having such a wonderful time together outside, why would they go back and add a hypocrite to ruin their relationship?

Reject hypocrites, reject third parties!

Wen Xin coldly replied: You're all the same person, stop messing around.

Did you think that having a dual personality meant you were two different people?

The soul is the same; it's just that the personality has split.

Honey, wake up!

Crazy Ghost God: "..."

So, isn't it the same if the young bride loves only him?

Wen Xin: "..."

He pouted in dissatisfaction, "Do we really have to go back?"

Wen Xin sighed, "Otherwise? Are you going to let your soul leave your body, and slowly dissipate as your power is exhausted? Do you want me to be a widow?"

The "ghost" froze. "You knew?"

Wen Xin looked at Him without saying a word.

His divine body slumbered in opposition to the rules of Heaven, while his soul could move freely through the power of evil, which is why his alternate personality emerged, while his primary personality was suppressed.

But in essence, they are all one person. What was with her last night was not any one personality, but the complete Him, only Him.

It's just a matter of which consciousness takes the lead.

Otherwise, Wen Xin would not have casually engaged with any part of His power.

Isn't this like planting a landmine for yourself?

The "ghost" was deflated, then hugged her tightly, as if to confirm something, "Little bride, you love me the most, don't you?"

Wen Xin stroked his hair, "You are my husband, the closest person to me in the world."

He pursed his lips, the question "Between me and the hypocrite, who do you love more?" stuck in his throat, ultimately unwilling to put her in a difficult position.

Anyway, the fact that the young bride is willing to be intimate with Him means that she loves Him the most.

Hypocrites are no longer a match for Him!

Xiao Jin sighed, thinking, "This ability to manipulate himself... the male supporting character's love-struck mind is unparalleled in the universe."

...

After returning to the old house, while the young bride went back to her room to change clothes, the "ghost" went back to the shrine first.

The shrine was in a mess; the black curtains were all torn to shreds, the altar was a pile of scrap wood, and the incense burner and offerings were scattered all over the floor.

His gaze fell on the shattered wind chimes on the ground, and the smug smile on his face vanished, replaced by a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

He bent down to pick up the wind chime, his heartache and anger at the ruined bride's feelings intertwined, and a violent force lashed out at the statue, "Are you sick?"

The statue was incredibly sinister, devoid of any holiness or divinity. The chains on it rattled, and the black mist faintly glowed with an eerie, bloody red light, exuding a murderous intent.

The two forces collided and fought in the air, devouring each other. The aftershocks swept through the entire shrine, destroying the already broken items once again, leaving not a trace. The entire ancient house shook three times, startling the myriad ghosts into trembling and prostrating themselves on the ground. Only the east wing of the main courtyard remained as quiet as ever.

Obviously, no one wanted to frighten the young bride.

However, these world-destroying forces are completely powerless against each other, because they are of the same origin and neither can kill the other.

The "ghost" stood still, black mist surging around him, connecting with the power of the statue. He frowned, unwilling to let his soul return to its place.

Because once He returns to His divine body, the hypocrite will regain the upper hand and suppress Him, since the other is the true master.

However, His soul was already somewhat ethereal, and His power was dissipating more and more severely.

The oppressive rule has passed; the ancient house is moving into the inner world, and the gods are awakening.

Sensing the hypocrite's overwhelming anger and dark jealousy, the "ghost" suddenly laughed, a laugh of extreme pleasure.

"You treat her with the demeanor of a gentleman, making her believe you are a virtuous and perfect husband, refusing to admit your dark desires and regarding me as a mistake and a disgrace. But who knew that one day you would be just like me, filled with rage and jealousy, as ferocious as a demon?"

You deserve to die!