Chapter 13 Chapter 13 "Brother, she chose me."...
If she could choose.
Mingyao thought to herself that she would definitely choose to die with the immortal mountain monk who knocked her unconscious and threw her into the ghost town.
If it weren't for that unlucky monk, I wouldn't have fallen to this point.
Beside him, Wen Huan gently touched Ming Yao's trembling hand, as if to comfort him. Her face became paler and paler, her pupils became black and her lips became red. Ming Yao finally confirmed her identity.
In the inn, there was the vengeful ghost that led her soul out of her body.
Mingyao's eyes went dark, and she felt that it would be better for her to stay in the last dream and watch Xuanxiu commit suicide.
I noticed Mingyao's rejection and hesitation.
Wen Huan lowered her eyelashes, somewhat puzzled. "Why not choose? You are my system, you should help me."
"Or," Wen Huan paused, a glint in her eyes, "they both die together."
I am a living devil.
Mingyao broke out in a cold sweat when she heard Wenhuan talking, but when Wenhuan called out "system", she felt a little lucky. Perhaps Wenhuan was not awake yet.
Trying hard to suppress his panic, Mingyao asked in a trembling voice, "How...how do you kill them now? At a flower viewing party? In front of everyone? You...you kill two grown men unarmed?"
"Let's calm down." Mingyao tried to calm Wenhuan down, raising his voice slightly to appear tougher. "Isn't I a system? You, you have to listen to me!"
Appears to be fierce but is actually weak.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
Xuanxiu, who was isolated from the aura of resentful ghosts, could tell at a glance that Mingyao was pretending to be calm.
Just like in a ghost town, even though it is on the verge of collapse, people are still trying to find a way to survive.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at the palm of his hand.
Now, the immortal power in his body was entangled by her, and as her mood fluctuated, the immortal power also floated in his body. It was a very strange feeling, as if the silk strings that bound a puppet were wrapped around his limbs, making him unable to do anything but obey her orders and be at her mercy.
Unfortunately, she didn't realize this.
Xuanxiu looked at the immortal powers that were trying to entangle her with a hint of irony. How ridiculous it was that the vicious dog was obeying her but couldn't get any response from its master.
She doesn't need it.
When she was in danger in the ghost town, he thought that she had actively absorbed the immortal power in order to survive.
Only now was it confirmed that the one that was eagerly clinging to her, using blood as a medium, and couldn't wait to become entangled with her was this so-called immortal power.
No wonder Xuanqing asked him to swear to kill her before he died.
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"Don't kill her!" Ming Yao talked until his lips were almost worn out before he finally managed to talk back the evil spirit around Wen Huan.
The people around did not notice what had just happened.
Wen Huan turned and left.
Without having the chance to talk to Xuanxiu and Xuanhui, Mingyao was helplessly taken away from the center of the flower-viewing banquet.
However, Wen Huan did not return home immediately. She found the person in charge of the banquet and asked her about the identities of Xuanxiu and Xuanhui.
This flower-viewing banquet was originally organized by the Wen family to choose a husband for Wen Huan, and they joined other families in contributing money and effort.
Seeing Wen Huan asking, the manager naturally told her everything he knew and quickly allowed Wen Huan to confirm her identity.
The two were indeed students who came from outside the capital to take the imperial examination. They came from humble backgrounds and had no connections in the capital. They had achieved good rankings in this spring examination, which qualified them to enter the flower-viewing banquet. However, they were not within the range of the Wen family's choice of son-in-law.
"Got it. Thank you."
Everything matched up. Mingyao secretly watched Wenhuan's expression from the side and felt that if he handed her a knife at this time, Wenhuan would probably stab both of them to death with one blow.
"Be careful, be careful." Mingyao followed behind to calm her down.
Now that he knew they were in an illusion created by vengeful ghosts, Mingyao figured out a lot of things.
Xuanxiu had said there were only two ways to resolve the resentment the ghost had planted in her. One was for her to kill Xuanhui herself, a path she naturally didn't want to take. The other... now that she thought about it, by some strange coincidence, she had been forced to take that path.
Break the obsession of the vengeful ghost and resolve her resentment.
This condition is somewhat abstract, but it is not without trace.
The crux of the problem probably lies with that unfaithful man.
However, Mingyao still felt uneasy if he allowed Wen Huan to kill Xuanxiu and Xuanhui in her dream.
I have to find an opportunity to discuss it with Xuanxiu and Xuanhui.
Not long after, Mingyao followed Wenhuan back home.
Meeting her "old friend" again today, Wen Huan recalled the past and lost her usual composure. She closed the door, slammed the mirror on the table, and then looked at Ming Yao: "I will definitely kill him."
"If I can't tell the difference, I don't mind killing one more."
If you don't choose one, you both die. Mingyao was very worried, but perhaps because his expression was too conflicted, Wenhuan relaxed.
"If you don't want to kill innocent people, I'll give you one day. Before the sun sets tomorrow, I want your answer."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mingyao felt her body lighten, as if some shackles were untied. She tentatively floated out, and only after she floated out of the house did she feel really sure that she could move freely in this illusion for a while.
There's no time to delay.
She recalled the route she had taken and floated all the way back to the flower viewing banquet.
Without Wen Huan present, the originally lively flower-viewing party fell silent, and the boys and girls froze in place like puppets.
Among them, Mingyao saw two living people at a glance.
Not sure if they could still hear him, Mingyao floated in front of the two of them and waved.
"Husband, Xuanxiu?"
"Sister-in-law." Xuanxiu responded with a smile.
Xuan Hui just frowned and said nothing, not even looking at her.
"What's going on?" Mingyao was stunned.
"Originally, this illusion only required one person to enter. My brother wasn't very good at it, so he insisted on entering because he was worried about my sister-in-law. However, some mistakes were made, and now I can't see my sister-in-law, nor can I hear her voice."
Worried about me? This was somewhat unexpected for Mingyao. During the years she and Xuanhui had been married, they had treated each other with respect, but Xuanhui had also never really cared about her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed rumors to spread throughout the Immortal Mountain and allowed the monks there to look down on her.
Mingyao occasionally felt a little relieved that she had known from the beginning that Xuanhui was just a task for her and she was not really attracted to him.
Otherwise, according to Xuan Hui's personality, if I fell in love with him, I don't know how much suffering I would have to endure.
"So... then how do we communicate?" Mingyao hesitated after collecting her thoughts. She and Xuanxiu were nominally uncle and sister-in-law, and coupled with the previous misunderstanding, she always felt a little uncomfortable.
"Brother, you can hear what I say. I will just relay it." Xuanxiu was as calm and composed as usual. "What does sister-in-law know?"
Seeing Xuanxiu's frankness, Mingyao didn't hesitate any longer and shared the clues he had. Finally, he asked the question he was worried about: "If there is no solution to this deadlock and Wenhuan really wants to kill you, will anything happen to you?"
Xuanxiu briefly relayed the situation to Xuanhui, then pondered for a moment when he heard Mingyao's question. "Logically, no, this is just an illusion. By killing us, she resolved the resentment. The resentment planted in your body will dissipate, and this illusion will be broken. This is actually a good thing."
Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
"But..." Xuanxiu was interrupted by Xuanhui before he could finish his words.
"There's something strange here." Xuan Hui's eyelashes drooped slightly as he looked towards where Xuan Xiu was looking, meeting Ming Yao's eyes. "In this illusion, that resentful ghost should have tried every possible means to keep you. Why would he be so kind as to send you out?"
Mingyao blinked, thinking that this made sense, and turned to look at Xuanxiu with a look of thirst for knowledge.
Xuanxiu's eyes flickered with laughter. He found it amusing for a moment and blinked his eyes like hers: "Unless... killing us won't resolve this resentment."
With a loud bang.
The moment the words fell, dark clouds covered the sky, spring thunder rumbled, and soon a light drizzle began to fall.
Mingyao looked up blankly.
But Xuan Hui's voice became even colder: "Day and night, sunshine and rain follow her will. How could that vengeful ghost have such power?"
Shouldn't it? Mingyao had no idea what was going on, but when she heard this, she suddenly remembered her last dream. It was after Xuanxiu's blood splashed between her eyebrows that the resentment in her body began to stir.
Could it be that—Mingyao looked at Xuanxiu and was about to ask, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The sun rose and the moon set, and a day passed in the blink of an eye.
Mingyao's body sank, and the restraints that had been untied were put back in place, constantly urging her to return to Wenhuan.
Is this all for the day? Mingyao said helplessly: "I have to go."
Mingyao said goodbye in a hurry.
The moment of leaving.
Amidst the thunder, Xuanxiu suddenly spoke, seemingly curious: "So, who will sister-in-law choose?"
"I……"
Mingyao was stunned for a moment and couldn't finish his words.
The next moment, the restraints in her body brought her back to Wen Huan.
Wen Huan was sitting on the bed. Her bed was a step-out bed with wooden carved fences on three sides. From a distance, it looked like a cover that framed Wen Huan. Wen Huan lowered her head to embroider flowers and did not look up at her, but Ming Yao felt inexplicably depressed.
"Who should I kill?" The same question.
“…the person who took your sachet.” After a moment’s silence, Ming Yao finally chose Xuanxiu to “die” between Xuanxiu and Xuanhui.
It’s not because of how close they are, but I just thought that if there were any changes, if Xuanxiu came, the two of them could still communicate.
If I choose Xuanhui, will I become dumb, deaf and blind?
"It's him." Hearing this, Wen Huan didn't doubt Ming Yao's words. She put down her embroidery and after a long moment, she suddenly spoke with a hint of fatigue, "...The day I first met him was at the restaurant at the city gate."
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The city gate restaurant was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain.
Xuanxiu found a place to sit down and said, "Brother, why don't you go out first?"
"This vengeful ghost wants to kill people in this illusion. My sister-in-law can't bear to see my brother suffer, so she will definitely choose me. It's useless for my brother to stay here."
"She and I are husband and wife, and we must share life and death together." Xuan Hui rejected his proposal.
After that, neither of them said anything more.
There is no point in saying more.
It didn't take long. Within the illusion, muffled thunder rumbled, with occasional flashes of white light streaking the sky. Suddenly, a streak of blood-red light flew over, its bloody energy rising to the sky.
The two recognized it at a glance. It was a fatal calamity caused by the evil spirit of the vengeful ghost, and there was no escape for the people in the illusion.
The blood spread extremely fast, and the result was seen in an instant.
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"Brother, she chose me."
Xuanxiu raised his hand, revealing the bloodstain on his wrist.
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