Chapter 14 Chapter 14 "Our Secret."
"The day I first met him was at the City Gate Restaurant."
On the other side, Wen Huan started talking about the past.
Mingyao immediately pricked up his ears, ready to highlight the key points at any time.
"That day, I accidentally lost the hairpin on my head. It was made of gold and jade, and it was very precious to me. But with so many people coming and going in that restaurant, it was very difficult to find the lost item."
"He was the one who returned my hairpin intact."
"I was so happy to have my hairpin back that I decided to meet him in person and thank him. When I got off the carriage, I was a little anxious and stepped on my skirt and fell."
"He supported me, and when he saw that I was standing firmly, he gently let go and said that he had been offensive and rude and asked me to forgive him."
Tsk tsk.
This unfaithful man still has some ulterior motives.
Mingyao couldn't help but sigh. It was obviously Wen Huan who was reckless, but he was considerate enough to take the blame on himself. If he also had a good appearance, it would be hard not to like him.
As expected, I listened closely to Wen Hua say——
"He's handsome, a scholar, and elegant and refined. I made a fool of myself, and I felt a little embarrassed. In my panic, I just nodded, and the words of thanks I had intended to say were completely forgotten. I just stared blankly at him as he walked away."
"But after walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned back to remind me softly - 'The hairpin is precious, young lady, don't lose it again.'"
"He looked back and smiled softly, just like spring water just beginning to melt."
"It was this one glance back..." Wen Huan's voice gradually lowered, trembling slightly, "that made me mistakenly trust him and fall into an irretrievable situation."
The room was silent for a moment. Even though Wen Huan's story was not new, Ming Yao was still speechless for a moment.
No wonder Wen Huan developed a liking for him so easily.
It is not uncommon to fall in love with a man like him at first sight because he is good-looking, well-educated, considerate and gentle.
If they meet again in some occasion in the future, the surprise of meeting each other by fate, coupled with the difficulties created by Wen Huan's father's strong opposition... Wen Huan's decision, although hasty, is not incomprehensible.
"But this time, his wedding night will be his death."
After a long time, light words rang out in the house, carrying a desperate hatred.
Mingyao was stunned. She originally thought that Wen Huan would not choose to marry him again if she had the chance to do it again, but she suddenly realized that this was not reality, but an illusion.
What Wen Huan wanted was for that man to die at her hands.
And nothing is easier and more satisfying than on the wedding night, when the groom comes home drunk and it is one of the three greatest joys in life that one can have sex.
It seems that Xuanxiu is going to be a groom again.
Xuanxiu's face flashed through Mingyao's mind.
It started to rain outside the window and the night was dark. After announcing the prelude, Wen Huan fell into a deep sleep.
The sound of raindrops falling densely on the eaves always makes people feel a little uneasy in this quiet place.
Mingyao actually doesn’t like rainy days very much. They are cold, damp, and mixed with the fishy smell of soil. Coupled with her previous experiences, she always has the illusion that her body will be abandoned in the wilderness.
She let out a light breath, but still couldn't help but have wild thoughts. What would happen if she couldn't get out of this illusion and lost her life here?
This is her own body, and it will be gone once she dies.
I hate traveling through books.
Just as I was lost in thought, there was a gentle knock on the window sill.
Mingyao looked up and saw Xuanxiu.
Her heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously looked towards Wen Huan in the room. Fortunately, Wen Huan did not move.
She closed the window and floated outside. "How did you get in?"
"Thanks to my sister-in-law." Xuanxiu stretched out his hand, revealing the bloodstains on his wrist. "When a vengeful ghost kills, its prey will always appear."
Oh, I see.
Facing Xuanxiu's calm gaze, Mingyao felt strangely guilty. After all, they had shared hardships in the ghost town, and now he was dragging others into the water. It was really unacceptable.
"Where is my husband?" Mingyao coughed twice and hurriedly changed the subject.
"Brother is guarding the periphery of the illusion, nothing will happen."
"That's good. His injury isn't serious, right? I didn't have time to ask just now." Mingyao pretended to be concerned.
"I'm fine now." Xuanxiu rubbed the bloodstain on his wrist inconspicuously. The rainy night was dark, with only a little candlelight from the house shining through, half-obscuring his expression.
After the greetings, there was a moment of silence.
It was like the inexplicable silence in the noisy class during self-study classes in the past.
"Then... is there a solution to this illusion?" Mingyao came back to her senses and guessed that Xuanxiu didn't come to find her just to chat with her.
But Xuanxiu shook his head and turned to look at the dark rain outside the corridor.
"How could a vengeful ghost possess such power, controlling the sun and rain day and night at its will?" Xuanxiu asked her gently, "When my brother asked this question just now, my sister-in-law remembered something."
Mingyao was stunned, and his brows seemed to be getting hot again.
The man, who was much taller than her, had a gentle expression, but perhaps because of the gloomy rainy night, Mingyao was inexplicably reminded of his perverse and sarcastic expression in front of the Blue Sky Demon Mansion.
Immortal Lord Miao Miao went astray in the mortal world, personally beheaded dozens of immortals, and then defected to the immortal mountain. His crimes are unforgivable, so Lingxiao Mountain Lord of Xuyou Mountain is sent to capture him.
The records in the classics that Xianshan had read also came to his mind.
Mingyao subconsciously touched his neck and denied it flatly: "No."
"How would I know about such a thing?"
Mingyao shook his head like a rattle, and did not notice that the smile on Xuanxiu's face faded a little.
She clenched her hands, her pupils dilated slightly, and she pursed her lips uneasily.
I can't even lie.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes. They were only two or three steps apart. His immortal power was almost sticking to her body, but it could not enter her body.
Just like her attitude now.
I don’t know, I don’t understand, and I don’t want to get involved.
The corners of his lips rose slightly, covering the mist in his eyes. Malice emerged from the depths of his empty soul. He thought, how could it be so easy to be the one destined by heaven?
The boundless night concealed his indifference.
He spoke with genuine worry, "Sister-in-law, we are now in this illusion, full of dangers. If you remember anything, remember to tell me before the vengeful ghost attacks tomorrow."
Is this… like this? Mingyao was stunned. Seeing Xuanxiu's seriousness, his previous defensiveness and doubts were cracked. He was still hesitant when he heard him talk about taking action tomorrow.
"To-tomorrow?" Mingyao was a little surprised. "Wenhuan is planning to do it on the wedding night. How can it be so soon?"
Xuanxiu raised his hand and showed Mingyao the bloodstain on his wrist again: "The vengeful ghost's doom has come, and things will soon be over. Sister-in-law, this is just an illusion. If the vengeful ghost is still awake, it wouldn't be surprising if the next moment is our wedding night."
Ming Yao's face turned pale when she heard this. She pinched her fingertips and remembered that it was Xuanxiu who helped her in the ghost town. She gritted her teeth, relaxed, and told Xuanxiu everything she saw and heard in her dream.
"I see." Xuanxiu frowned. "This vengeful ghost must have swallowed some of my immortal power."
"Hundreds of years ago, the immortal arts I practiced were different. In order to survive, I learned the forbidden techniques of the Immortal Mountain. Every time I experienced life and death, my immortal power would dissipate in my dreams. I'm afraid that the resentful ghost took advantage of this opportunity today."
"Then...what should we do?" Mingyao was a little panicked. Can ghosts absorb immortal power?
"Don't panic, sister-in-law." After a moment's silence, Xuanxiu said softly, "I can lend you some of my immortal power temporarily. Even if something unexpected happens, you will have the power to protect yourself."
When Mingyao heard this, he naturally wanted it, but——
"I don't have a spiritual vein."
How can I borrow this?
"No problem." Xuanxiu stretched out his hand, "Sister-in-law, just put your hand on me."
Mingyao did as he was told.
There was no entity in the illusion, and Xuanxiu could not feel her warmth, but fortunately her soul was also stained with his blood.
Immortal power surged, with blood as the medium. The immortal power lingering around her flowed into her body along the hands of the two people holding each other.
"If you are in danger, it will protect you."
"Thank you very much." Mingyao withdrew his hand, feeling relieved. His expression relaxed a little, and he looked at Xuanxiu with more favor.
"Sister-in-law, you don't have to thank me. Please keep this a secret for me." Xuanxiu spoke softly.
"Keep it a secret?" Ming Yao was puzzled.
"I hope my sister-in-law won't tell my brother about the forbidden technique of the Immortal Mountain."
When Mingyao heard this, she immediately felt a sense of pride in her heart. Xuanxiu had helped her so much in the ghost town and in this illusion, so a mere secret was nothing to worry about.
"Of course." Ming Yao lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard, and said softly, "This is our secret. Don't worry, I will never mention it to anyone else."
Our secret.
Xuanxiu muttered to himself, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and then he smiled with his eyes curved: "Okay, of course I believe my sister-in-law."
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The sky cleared up after the rain.
Wen Huan slept soundly all night.
Just as Xuanxiu said, not long after she opened her eyes, the mansion began to arrange her marriage with Xuanxiu.
Although revenge is about to be taken, Wen Huan's face doesn't look good.
Mingyao knew that this was the time when Wenhuan's family and she were at their worst.
Mingyao didn't want to offend her at this time, so he hid quietly in the corner, but she still caught him red-handed.
"None of them showed up on my wedding day," Wen Huan said, looking at her darkly. "They hated me for not following my parents' matchmaker's words."
The most complicated relationships in the world are those between husband and wife and between parents and children. Mingyao did not speak rashly. Anything he said at this time would be wrong.
But Wen Huan refused to let her go: "If it were you, what would you do?"
Ming Yao thought that if it were her, she would probably care more about Ms. Ming's thoughts than her husband.
"There's no point in thinking too much. Anyway, it's a good thing that you get your revenge tonight." Mingyao uttered words of comfort.
But of course, she couldn't be allowed to kill Xuanxiu tonight. Xuanxiu and the others were right. If they were killed, the resentment would be resolved, and the resentful ghosts wouldn't be so active.
Last night, she and Xuanxiu had agreed that when the vengeful ghost took action, they would turn against her and tie her up first.
"Yeah...it's useless to think too much." Wen Huan said nothing more.
In the blink of an eye, it was dark, and the lights in the house were bright. On the wedding night, red candles were burning.
Mingyao originally wanted to hide outside the house and wait for Xuanxiu to tie up the vengeful ghost.
But the restrictions imposed on her by Wen Huan forced her to stay by her side.
Inside the house, Xuanxiu was already in place.
He was wearing red clothes again, but this time his clothes were more exquisite. Sitting at the table with a smile on his face, he really looked a bit like a groom.
"...Husband." Wen Huan spoke with a cold face, no joy in her voice. "A toast to you."
She raised her hand to pick up the cup, but did not drink the wine. Instead, it dripped onto the ground: "You should get going."
The real purpose is revealed.
Mingyao's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.
He was wondering why Xuanxiu hadn't taken action yet, and was about to give him a look to signal him to take action.
Wen Huan turned her head, their eyes met, and she said vaguely, "The auspicious time has arrived. It's time for us to act."
We? What does it have to do with her? Aren't you going to take revenge yourself?
Suddenly, everything went dark before my eyes.
Mingyao felt dizzy and when he opened his eyes again, he felt something cold and sticky in his hands. He looked down and saw...
She was holding a man in her arms, with blood flowing down his body. She had no time to confirm whether the person in her arms was Xuanxiu.
Mingyao stared blankly at the desk opposite him.
The mirror that was broken by Wen Huan was now intact, reflecting her appearance.
But the face was not hers.
It’s Wenhuan’s.
She is now Wen Huan.
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