What exactly is wrong with Chapter 67? ...
As soon as she finished speaking, Yao Jin's heart trembled slightly.
Thanks to the fact that the two of them had spent so much time together, she knew Meng Ji's character very well. She knew that Meng Ji was a man who didn't like to talk and never said anything nonsense.
So what does this mean?
"So, Madam, is it yes or no?" Meng Ji leaned closer, his fingers caressing her face affectionately.
Ignoring the accusatory tone, the scene resembled that of a loving couple. But Yao Jin knew she couldn't speak rashly now; her mind was in complete disarray, and every word she uttered could become a weakness.
She gently stepped back, freeing herself from the hand on her face.
But this action was like a thunderbolt striking the earth, instantly shattering the warm and harmonious scene and tearing it to shreds. Meng Ji suddenly stood up, squeezed into the armchair, and said in a sharp voice he had never heard before, "Why are you avoiding me?"
He clamped two fingers around Yao Jin's face, forcing her to look him in the eye, his stern voice dripping out like rolling knives, "We are husband and wife, why are you avoiding me?"
Where else can you hide?
"Everyone says during the day that I'm going to marry my junior sister, why don't you ask if it's true?"
"Yao Jin, don't you have a heart?!"
Even a dead person should be warmed up.
The anger that had been brewing in his heart since the daytime was now inevitable; a single spark could ignite a fire that could burn a person beyond recognition. Meng Ji's chest heaved violently, completely suppressing it by instinct, but even so, the scalding heat still made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
His eyes were terribly heavy, with no outlet for his emotions, resulting in bloodshot eyes.
The black pupils intertwined with blood, sending chills down one's spine.
Reading the Book of Poetry and the Book of Rites is meant to suppress desires and regulate speech and behavior, but who can guarantee that they won't keep suppressing desires and eventually rebound?
This situation was even more terrifying than what happened on Laoshan Mountain. Yao Jin immediately sensed something was wrong and turned to run away. But as soon as she moved, a considerable force pressed down on her back, and then her body went limp, her entire back slamming against the desk, and she fell backward onto the desk.
With a clatter, all the bamboo slips on the desk were swept to the floor, but a sudden pain shot through my back.
But none of that could compare to the pain beneath her.
The sensation of being forcefully and deeply carved open made Yao Jin gasp in pain, "Ah..."
After the pain subsided, Yao Jin stared in shock and anger at the bloodshot eyes so close to hers, and suddenly screamed, "Calm down, let me go!"
But the man, who had long since lost his mind, could not hear anything. Yao Jin struggled more and more violently, his long, sharp fingernails digging into the other's flesh until he felt blood dripping from his fingertips. His fingernails were so clogged that he could not budge the slightest bit of strength.
She screamed, tears streaming down her face, waving her hands frantically, "You can't do this to me, you can't..."
"You beast, you're committing violence!"
With a snap, a crisp sound!
Hot tears splattered and splashed onto Meng Ji's hand, jolting him awake.
The situation was dire; Yao Jin was pinned to the desk, and both of their clothes were damaged to varying degrees during the struggle. Meng Ji had dozens of bright red scratches on his neck and back.
The burning pain brought my rationality back to me instantly.
That cry of "beast!" made Meng Ji freeze in place.
Seeing this, Yao Jin hurriedly left. At this moment, he didn't care about anything else. He leaned to the side and tried to squeeze through the gap. "You madman, I want to leave, I want to leave..."
These words immediately touched Meng Ji's sore spot. With a bang, he felt his liver and gallbladder shatter. He clenched his fists tightly, and his chest heaved violently in an instant.
It's happening again!
Why, why did she run away?
Where exactly is the lady trying to escape to?
Why do we always have to run away?
Deep incomprehension and overwhelming rage brought Meng Ji's eyes to the point of bleeding, and a considerable shadow fell over his brow. He was both shocked and furious as he recalled the message conveyed by the cursed spirit returning to his side.
—The spell is being broken.
Chi Yi is still young and his cultivation is not yet proficient. His action of breaking the curse just now was too rash.
It is important to know that powerful spells all have a cursed soul. Moreover, the Soul-Chasing Spell is a spell that is obviously meant to track. Unless the caster has several times more power than the person who cast it, the cursed soul can send a signal back to the original owner the moment the spell is broken—and this spell was never actually broken in the end.
The feeling of being provoked, and the anger he felt when he saw the empty bedroom, drove him to lunge at Meng Ji. His body was as stiff as a stick, but his heart was frozen in ice.
The feeling of being torn between ice and fire was unpleasant, and the violent impulse made him want to take everything without restraint. However, Meng Ji endured it, fearing that such coercion would backfire, so he simply took a step back and withdrew.
But he would not allow Yao Jin to leave his side even a step, and asked her in a way that kept her pinned down, "Madam, is there something you are hiding from me?"
Crimson eyes, eerie words—a guess formed in the blink of an eye, and the strangeness from before flashed through Yao Jin's mind like a revolving lantern.
You're crazy! I'm leaving! I'm leaving...
Why escape?
Is there something you're hiding from me?
escape……
Her golden eyelashes trembled heavily.
With a soft "Ugh," Yao Jin suddenly burst into a loud sob, tears streaming down her cheeks and wetting her temples, making her look incredibly pitiful. "I was just feeling really unwell, I just wanted to feel better, so I asked someone to help me channel some spiritual energy into me."
Is there anything wrong with this?
Yao Jin cried her heart out, releasing all the grievances she had held in for days, and even the lingering fear she felt in Laoshan. She curled up, unable to open her body, looking as if she would drown in her tears at any moment.
Meng Ji immediately scooped her up with both hands, held her in his arms, and patted her back repeatedly to comfort her, "It was my fault, it was all my fault, Madam, don't cry."
"It's all my fault. I just thought you would run away."
Yes, other people's spiritual power can indeed potentially influence spells...
"It's my fault, Madam, were you frightened?" Meng Ji had never really coaxed anyone before, and only twice had he given Yao Jin. Fortunately, this was the second time, and apart from a slight pause at the beginning, he became quite adept at it later on.
He took the water out of the container and fed it to Yao Jin, saying, "Come drink some honey water. Drinking something sweet will help you suppress the symptoms."
"As long as you don't keep thinking about running away, we'll be fine. We're getting married soon..."
Upon hearing this, Yao Jin's body stiffened abruptly. Her long eyelashes fluttered repeatedly, but she concealed it by drinking water, making it appear as if it were just an instinctive reaction to being splashed by the uneven water surface.
"Escape? Where can I escape to?" Yao Jin said after finishing his water. He looked tired from not sleeping well for days, and his pale face was covered with tears.
Meng Ji did not look away, but instead looked down at Yao Jin from his superior position. After a while, he gently rubbed his fingers together and said apologetically, "You have the Soul-Chasing Curse that I placed on you. At dusk, there were signs that the curse was forcibly removed. I thought you were trying to escape, so I did this."
"Madam, I was really wrong."
"Don't cry, your crying breaks my heart."
This consolation seems more like an excuse; even if there was a reason, Yao Jin still felt deeply unhappy.
"Am I a prisoner?" She suddenly looked up and stared at him. Taking advantage of the look of surprise on his face, Yao Jin broke free from his embrace and quickly escaped.
"Am I a criminal? Why would you cast such a curse on me?!"
"Get out of here and die!"
"Untie it, untie it for me!" She paced around the room, panting, her eyes darting about until she saw the broken inkstone on the floor.
The shards of that inkstone were extremely sharp; they could cut flesh and blood instantly, and with enough ruthlessness and force, they could even pierce a person's heart through their chest.
Yao Jin swiftly picked up the fragment and roared, "Unravel it!"
From immense anger to the sharp edge now pointed at himself, Meng Ji's gaze has never left, and it remains so now. His knuckles tap the table repeatedly.
Suddenly, it stopped.
"I was wrong." At this point, Meng Ji finally took a deep breath. He stood up and spoke slowly and softly, as if considering his words carefully. "But Madam, I don't want to untie it."
Anyone would be disappointed to hear this result. Meng Ji couldn't bear to see his wife disappointed, and he knew he had made a mistake earlier. So he proposed a compromise: "Madam, I can teach you how to cast a spell. You can cast this spell on me."
From the very first refusal, Yao Jin's tense body suddenly relaxed, and the breath she had been holding in dissipated. By the time Meng Ji uttered his next sentence, the situation had taken a dramatic turn, giving her a feeling of seeing the light of day after the clouds had parted.
"I……"
No, that's not right.
A sudden, instinctive intuition surged into her heart. This intuition came quickly and abruptly, but it had accompanied Yao Jin through many life-or-death trials. So much so that when this intuition appeared, it forcefully suppressed the words Yao Jin was about to say.
"Why would I cast a curse on you?" Yao Jin maintained the same posture with one hand, his disgust in his eyes undisguised, though his hand trembled slightly at his side. "Where you are, I don't want to know, and I don't care."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thorn pierced his heart.
But this thorn is the boomerang that was cast when the curse was cast. Even after the passage of time, it can still pierce the heart the moment it is released, and it feels like a fishbone stuck in the throat, making people feel suffocated.
A dry feeling welled up in Meng Ji's throat, and his vision blurred. He suddenly lowered his head and pressed his lips tightly together, as if this could hide his disheveled state.
But the shimmering water still gathered together, forming droplets that dripped down.
Pat, pat.
A shallow pool of water shimmered in front of them, seemingly silently accusing something.
This eerie feeling left Yao Jin speechless, unsure how to react.
Are you kidding me?
You cried?
But neither of these sentences is appropriate to say right now.
In an instant, Yao Jin felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and his hand unconsciously fell down. "I only want you to break the curse. As for casting a curse on you, I have no ability to do that."
"After all, I can no longer use demonic powers."
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