Xie Wanlin got up and poured him a glass of water, "Master, drink some water to calm yourself down."

Tang Bi drank the water.

The two lay down again, but this time, neither of them could fall asleep.

"Ma'am, do you look a lot like your sister?"

Tang Bi's voice suddenly sounded.

Xie Wanlin's heart skipped a beat. "Why did the master suddenly ask this? Speaking of which, my sister and I are somewhat similar. After all, we are twins. However, our personalities are completely different. My sister is more cheerful and lively. She often sneaks out of the house to play."

"Really?" Tang Bi's voice was light.

He turned over and said nothing more.

Xie Wanlin also turned over and looked at the screen in front of the bed, without closing her eyes all night.

The next day, Tang Bi stayed in the study all day and did not come out for dinner.

Xie Wanlin was very worried and walked into the study room carrying a lunch box.

Seeing him standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, I walked over and put the lunch box on the table, "Master, you haven't eaten for a whole day. Even if there is something serious, you can't ruin your body like this."

She set the table, pulled Tang Bi over to sit down, handed the chopsticks to him, and said with a gentle look, "These are all your favorites."

Tang Bi put the food into his mouth in a daze.

Xie Wanlin saw that the desk was a bit messy, so she walked over to help him tidy it up. Unexpectedly, when she lowered her head, she saw a painting lying on it. The painting was of her sister Xie Wanxiang who had died many years ago! It was obviously just a painting, but it was lifelike, and even the smile on the corner of her mouth was so vivid, as if she was about to walk out of the painting.

Xie Wanlin was hit so hard that the paperweight in her hand accidentally fell down.

It happened to hit the inkstone, knocking it over, and the ink inside splashed out, dotted all over the painting, contaminating the smile of the person in the painting.

However, as she watched, she relaxed.

"Master, I... suddenly saw my appearance when I was young, and I was so fascinated that I accidentally knocked over the inkstone and stained the painting. You won't blame me, right?"

Tang Bi had already put down her bowl and chopsticks and was looking at him quietly with a penetrating look in her eyes.

When Xie Wanlin was stared at by him like that, a chill rose from the soles of her feet.

Suddenly, Tang Bi picked up the bowl again, "It's just a painting, no problem."

Xie Wanlin felt relieved.

However, from that day on, Xie Wanlin fell into an endless nightmare. Whenever she fell asleep, she would dream of Xie Wanxiang coming to her to take her life.

For three consecutive days, the dark circles under her eyes never went away.

Having not slept well for three days, Xie Wanlin looked much more haggard. She originally looked to be only about 40 years old, but now she was aging rapidly, and her face looked like a real 60-year-old woman.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Xie Wanlin suddenly swept everything on the dressing table to the ground.

Xie Wanxiang! She gnashed her teeth as she repeated this name.

He's been dead for so many years, why do you still want to haunt her? Wouldn't it be better for him to reincarnate?

The next day, Xie Wanlin asked the housekeeper to invite a master to her house.

The master's exorcism procedure made her feel much more at ease.

Xie Wanxiang floated in the air. "If most people have nightmares for three consecutive days, they will be driven crazy if not scared to death. But she is different. Not only does she not have the slightest remorse, she even looks for a so-called master to save my soul. Humph."

Shen Yizhi asked her: "So what are you going to do next?"

"You don't allow me to kill people, and scaring her is useless, so I'll just have to do it myself."

Xie Wanxiang got on top of Xie Wanlin.

Xie Wanlin's soul was pushed aside, and she watched helplessly as she took over her body and did all kinds of crazy things.

When Tang Bi learned that the old lady had taken off her clothes and was running around the mansion, he rushed over, restrained her, and stared into her eyes: "Wanxiang, is that you?"

Xie Wanxiang was startled for a moment, then she smiled foolishly again and stuffed a handful of dirt in her hand into his mouth: "Eat, eat..."

Tang Bi sighed and ordered: "Send the old lady back and seal the gate. From now on, she is not allowed to be released without my permission."

Within a few days, the news that the old lady of the Tang family had gone crazy spread throughout Yingcheng.

The common people who had received her kindness all sighed.

"How could the old lady, such a good person, go crazy?"

Xie Wanxiang stayed with Xie Wanlin for a few more days, allowing her image of a crazy woman to become more deeply rooted in people's minds, and then she left.

Xie Wanlin regained her freedom, but in order to prevent her from running around, the maid had tied her feet with chains, limiting her range of movement to a narrow area.

"Unchain!" she shouted to the maid at the door.

"Little hoof, I asked you to open the chain, did you hear me?..."

Xie Wanxiang appeared in mid-air. Xie Wanlin saw her and rushed over: "Xie Wanxiang! It's all your fault!"

Xie Wanxiang stared at her, making her feel uneasy. "I hurt you? It seems that you are senile and have forgotten that you pushed me into the water and killed me. I originally wanted you to pay with blood, but seeing you like this now, I think it's not bad. From now on, you will be locked up here until you die."

"Xie Wanxiang! Come back here—"

Her ferocious and screaming appearance, in the eyes of the maid, further confirmed the fact that she was crazy.

The old lady used to be so kind and loving, but now she must be possessed by a ghost.

Thinking of this, the maid shuddered and became even more afraid to get close to her.

night.

Tang Bi sat in the study with a blank look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The wind blew outside, and the shadows of the trees swayed, imprinted on the window, like a dance of demons.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept by.

Tang Bi raised his eyes and saw a figure floating in the air.

"Wanxiang..."

Xie Wanxiang looked at the man who had made her heart beat fast at first sight, and her heart was no longer moved. "Tang Bi, there is something I have wanted to say to you for a long time, you are so blind!"

After saying this, she felt that the breath that had been held in her heart finally let out.

She never looked at Tang Bi again, and her figure turned into a wisp of smoke, disappeared from the spot, and reunited with Shen Yizi.

"What are your plans next?" Shen Yizhi asked.

Now that her obsession had been eliminated, she could enter the gates of hell and be reborn if she wanted to. If she didn't want to, she could become a ghost cultivator, and there might be a day when she could become a human again.

Both paths have their own advantages and disadvantages.

Xie Wanxiang looked at the endless night sky and smiled. "I want to practice, to see more scenery and meet more people worth getting to know! Tang Bi, Xie Wanlin, what are they? By the time I succeed in my practice, they will have turned into a pile of yellow earth!"

"Well said!" Shen Yizhi applauded her.