Chapter 10 Chapter 10 "How about treating me as your brother? ...
“So disgusting.”
"Chu Miaomiao, you are neither a fairy nor a human."
"You are a monster that should be killed."
It was cold all around. The first spring thaw still held the chill of a deep winter, icy and bone-chilling. The immortal energy within him flowed through his spiritual veins, like a knife carving an axe, constantly reshaping his flesh and blood.
He floated in the cold river, looking coldly at the group of things hiding in the darkness on the shore.
Their eyes revealed fear, hatred, and undisguised malice—
"Look at it, it's as disgusting as a wriggling maggot."
"Is he alive or dead?"
"Waste! Monster! Ghost!"
In the darkness, shouts and curses were heard over and over again, but they were just these clichés.
He closed his eyes, and his six senses were clear.
The immortal power in her body has been running since the final stage, and it seems to know that she is not safe outside, so the speed of repair is much faster this time.
"Here, can you still feel it? It's warm."
Her image flashed through his mind.
He subconsciously curled up his hands. The river water was icy cold, and the little warmth he had felt was long gone.
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The night is as cool as water.
Mingyao squatted behind the coffin, watching over Xuanxiu who had died again, and prayed sincerely that one of him and Xuanhui would come back soon.
She was alone in this place where demons and ghosts roamed, and she really couldn't handle it.
To make matters worse, the dark energy in her head started talking again.
The incessant chatter is like a mosquito that you can't drive away in the middle of the night in the summer, which is very annoying.
After relighting the candlestick, Mingyao tried to reason with the black energy, but he heard Xuanxiu, who was still dead beside him, suddenly breathing.
It's amazing, a medical miracle.
It was the first time Mingyao saw someone come back to life, and he was a little scared, but he couldn't help but get closer. He saw that Xuanxiu's original wound had completely healed, but his face was still a little pale, and he looked more elegant.
Speaking of which, although Xuanxiu and Xuanhui look very similar, there are still many differences if you look closely. For example, they both have a pair of slightly upturned affectionate eyes, but Xuanhui's are narrower and longer, and appear a bit cold when they are not smiling.
And... Mingyao stretched out his hand and measured the outline of Xuanxiu's eyes. His eyes were more curved, the ends of his eyes were more upturned, and the middle was rounder. Even when he was not smiling, he still had a gentleness.
The mouth shape is also a little different...
Mingyao's gaze moved all the way down to Xuanxiu's lips. But before she could analyze it carefully——
"What is sister-in-law looking at?"
A somewhat weak voice.
Ming Yao was startled and looked up suddenly, meeting Xuanxiu's beautiful eyes. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her shadow was reflected again between his dark pupils.
I got caught for the second time.
Blinking, his mind racing, Mingyao quickly changed the subject, "Does this mean he's alive? Are you still in pain? Do you want to lie in the coffin for a while? Will there be any sequelae?"
He asked several questions in a row, which was a bit too much and seemed like he was just making small talk, which made it even more awkward.
Finally, after Mingyao's eyes had been scanning the whole circle, she found a half-hearted excuse: "Here, do you want to wipe it off? There's still some blood on your body, and it's sticky and uncomfortable."
Mingyao took out the mermaid silk that Xuanhui had given her from her sleeve, turned it over, and handed it to Xuanxiu, pretending to be considerate as a sister-in-law: "Don't be disgusted." The blood on it is yours anyway.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes and saw the mermaid silk handed to him. There was a unique mark of Xuanhui on the lower corner of the silk.
"Thank you, sister-in-law." He took it and accepted the kindness. "Is my brother not back yet?"
Mingyao shook her head, pursed her lips slightly, and a worried look appeared on her face at the right time: "My husband...will he be in trouble?"
"It'll be alright." Xuanxiu said soothingly, "If anything happened to my brother, the surroundings wouldn't be so quiet."
That's true. Mingyao recalled that when she first met Xuanhui, he was seriously injured and unconscious, and he did cause quite a commotion.
It’s probably the male protagonist’s passive trigger skill.
Mingyao was lost in thought.
She didn't fail to notice the gaze that fell lightly on her face.
In the candlelight, the woman's face was pale, perhaps because she was still frightened by the commotion, and she stared blankly out the window, looking a little dazed.
There is no need to think about who she is worried about at this moment.
"Sister-in-law, have you figured out how to resolve the resentment planted by the vengeful ghost?" His gaze fell on her brows, where the dark energy had grown thicker. He spoke softly, "Are you planning to kill my brother, or enter the ghost's dream?"
Mingyao was worried about the resentment that had been planted in his body, and was shocked when he heard Xuanxiu's bold words.
Oh my God, can I just say this?
She subconsciously shook her head slightly: "I will not hurt my husband."
Just kidding, if she kills Xuan Hui, she will have to stay here for the rest of her life.
Although the relationship between the brothers Xuan Hui and Xuan Xiu didn't seem very good, Ming Yao still had to pretend. He continued, "I would rather get into trouble myself than harm him."
The candle flame on the candlestick swayed slightly, as if in response.
"..." Xuanxiu did not respond to her words immediately.
After several breaths, Mingyao heard Xuanxiu speak again. His voice, perhaps due to exhaustion, sounded a little distant: "So, sister-in-law is going to enter the dream of that resentful ghost?"
Mingyao paused when she heard this. Logically, she was not willing to enter the dream. Although the vengeful ghost looked gentle, it was too obsessed and had committed countless murders here for hundreds of years.
She felt that as an ordinary mortal without any golden fingers, she had no ability to resolve the resentment of the vengeful ghost.
"...Is there no other way?" Mingyao's tone softened, "For example—besides that vengeful ghost?"
When she said this, she lowered her voice very low, as if she was afraid that the resentful ghost would hear it. She moved closer to Xuanxiu, half covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes wandering, very cautious and vigilant.
Xuanxiu calmly lifted the candlestick in her hand, which was shaking slightly because she was holding it too loosely, and thought to herself -
She seemed to be less guarded against him.
Why?
Xuanxiu's attention began to wander at an inopportune moment. Initially, it was because he mistook him for Xuan Hui. But what about now? As the candlelight flickered, his heart was in turmoil.
"How about it? This way we can cut it off directly at the source." Mingyao thought this method was worth a try.
As soon as he looked up, her face was completely reflected in Xuanxiu's eyes. Her round eyes were staring at him without blinking, full of expectation.
Xuanxiu stepped back slightly, unnoticedly putting some distance between them. He gathered his thoughts and shook his head, "It won't work. The resentment has already been planted. Even killing the resentful ghost won't help."
"If you're really torn, why not..." Xuanxiu suddenly smiled, "My brother and I look alike. I can cast a spell on my sister-in-law so that she mistakes me for her brother and kills me with a single blow. My sister-in-law will be relieved of her grudge, and my brother will be safe."
"how?"
When Xuanxiu said this, his eyes were gentle and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was just talking about the soft moonlight tonight, which was suitable for going out to enjoy the moon.
To be honest, Mingyao had actually considered the feasibility of this matter at first. She felt that this method was a good idea. She wouldn't have to worry about hurting Xuanhui and ruining her image, nor would she have to risk entering the dreams of some vengeful ghost.
It's just a bit inhumane to Xuanxiu.
Even though I can survive, it still hurts.
He makes matters of life and death sound so easy...
Mingyao looked at his bloody clothes and the faint smile on his face. For a moment, he felt that he was not... a living person.
Mingyao shook his head and put his ridiculous thoughts behind him, feeling a little conflicted for a moment.
But before he could figure out anything, he was caught off guard and something unexpected happened with a loud bang.
The narrow wooden window was smashed so quickly that even the shadow of the person coming could not be seen clearly. Dust flew up on the ground, and there was a dull sound, and a person covered in blood fell heavily to the ground.
Tonight is really not peaceful.
Mingyao was startled and subconsciously took a few steps back. However, he caught a glimpse of the jade token on the man's waist.
It is a jade token from the fairy mountain.
Mingyao was stunned, and hurried forward. When he walked in, he saw the words "Xuanhui" clearly engraved on the jade plate.
"Husband?" Mingyao was a little confused. No, why did the male protagonist come back when he was so injured?
She quickly squatted down to check.
On the ground, Xuan Hui's white clothes were stained with blood. At first glance, there was no movement in his chest. He just lay on the ground silently.
It looks like he's seriously injured.
Mingyao's heart skipped a beat. As long as Xuanhui was there, she would have hope of returning home. Before Xuanhui broke through, it could be said that no one in the world wanted Xuanhui to be in trouble more than she did.
An indescribable feeling of loss of control, vaguely reaching out to her.
Before entering the ghost town this time, she had always thought that she had to endure the same as the previous 180 years.
After Xuan Hui breaks through and enters the Mahayana stage, severing all love and family ties, she can get the divorce letter and leave freely.
But now, with the appearance of a younger brother-in-law, he was resented again, and the male protagonist also came back inexplicably, covered in injuries.
Except for the first time she met Xuan Hui, she had never seen Xuan Hui so miserable in the past hundred years.
The male protagonist will definitely not die.
With this thought in mind, Mingyao was very confident in Xuanhui and never worried too much about his life or death.
But he saw Xuan Hui lying in front of him covered in blood.
Mingyao couldn't help but feel confused, and couldn't help but recall the half outline of the book, but the amount of information was too little, and it didn't record what they were experiencing now.
She suppressed her uneasiness, hurriedly put down the candlestick in her hand, bent down, and tremblingly reached out to feel Xuan Hui's breath. Finding that his breathing was still steady, she breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, he was scaring himself, Xuan Hui is still alive and well.
Then he realized that Xuanxiu was still beside him.
Mingyao hurriedly gathered her emotions, squeezed out a few tears, and looked at Xuanxiu with tearful eyes: "My husband is seriously injured, uncle, please come and see him."
Mingyao held Xuanhui's hand tightly, his brows furrowed, his voice trembling when he spoke, and he looked extremely scared.
It was quiet outside the window, with no movement.
Hearing this, Xuanxiu withdrew his gaze from the window and settled on Xuan Hui. Unlike Mingyao, he could now clearly see that although Xuan Hui suffered severe external injuries, his internal spiritual veins and immortal energy were intact, and he even had the potential to break through. The black shadow just now didn't look like it could injure Xuan Hui. Who was it that had fought Xuan Hui?
"Brother is fine." Xuanxiu took a few hemostatic pills from Mingyao's hand and fed them to Xuanhui. "Sister-in-law, don't worry too much. Just let brother take a good rest."
"Really?" Mingyao felt more relieved after hearing him say that. But just to show that she cared about Xuanhui, tears still flowed from her eyes one after another. She wiped the blood from the corner of Xuanhui's lips with her sleeve, and there was heartache between her eyes and eyebrows.
Mingyao quietly gave himself a thumbs-up in his heart, thinking that after returning home, he could probably pursue his dream of entering the entertainment industry.
Xuanxiu was obviously moved by her acting skills, and his voice became softer: "Of course it's true, sister-in-law, believe me."
Xuanxiu's eyes were sincere and kind.
He watched quietly as Mingyao carefully picked up Xuanhui, let Xuanhui rest his head on her legs, and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Xuanhui's lips.
He lowered his head and still held the mermaid silk she had given him in his hand.
It turns out it was just charity.
He thought.
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