Chapter 2 Chapter 2 The candlelight in the house went out
"This sister-in-law...I'm afraid she picked up the wrong person."
The red candle was burning brightly. Mingyao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and could see clearly.
The person in front of her had a face almost exactly like Xuan Hui's, how could she have made a mistake?
If you say...
Only these eyes are a little different.
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Xuanhui was born very well.
He has black hair, white skin, long eyelashes like feathers, and slightly upturned eyes. His eyes should be full of affection, but perhaps because of his cultivation, his eyes are as calm as a cold pond, neither sad nor happy. He looks like an immortal king who cannot be desecrated, and no one dares to offend him.
The person in front of me has a faint smile in his eyes, he is pure and gentle, and his fox eyes are like peach blossoms in April, making people feel like they are in the spring breeze.
Xuan Hui's soul is so different from his real self...
Mingyao was a little surprised.
She has been in this world of immortal cultivation for a hundred years. Although she cannot cultivate immortality, she has read a lot of books in her spare time and is quite proficient in the affairs of this world.
The heavenly, earthly and human souls among the three souls and seven spirits of the cultivators here are responsible for different people. The human soul is formed by the desires of the cultivators, so it is common for it to be slightly different from the appearance of a human.
Mingyao originally thought that Xuanhui's soul was as cold and distant as that of other people.
But I didn't expect him to be so friendly and elegant, and... I have lost my memory.
"You don't remember me?" Mingyao was somewhat bewildered, and her heart began to tense. This place was dangerous, and if Xuanhui didn't remember her, she would be without a life-saving talisman. This was unacceptable. Mingyao was a little anxious, and she stood on tiptoe and moved closer. "Look carefully, I am your wife, and I am here to take you away."
"My wife?"
"Human Soul" took over the conversation and his gaze lingered on Mingyao's face for a moment.
It was the hottest time of the year, and the woman was wearing a thin gauze skirt, the hem of which was stained red with blood. Her face was as pale as paper, with messy tear marks on it and a few strands of hair blown away by the wind. Her round, deer-like eyes were red from crying, and she looked embarrassed and pitiful.
Ordinary mortals, whose lives are thinner than paper, can die if they are not careful.
My wife.
The woman who shares the same bed with you in life and death.
He found it interesting.
He suppressed his gaze and remained gentle: "But I haven't married yet."
Mingyao bit her rosy lips and frowned.
She and Xuan Hui are a legitimate couple who have made a blood pact, but the person in front of her is not Xuan Hui's real body, and the human soul alone cannot awaken the blood pact to prove their relationship. What should she do?
Seeing that she was stunned and didn't say anything, the person in front of her didn't drive her away. He poured a cup of tea from the table and handed it to her, changing the subject: "Could it be that some dirty thing has possessed you, little sister-in-law, that's why you are so panicked?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wind blew outside the door, and the candlelight in the room flickered.
Mingyao shuddered subconsciously and turned his head to look outside the door.
It was quiet outside, there was no pungent smell and no scary ghost.
Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief.
"Today is the Ghost Festival. Could it be that you have encountered a demon ghost? Those evil ghosts have strong desires and the laws are relaxed today. I guess they will appear and hurt people." He sat down at the desk and explained to her.
The tea handed to her had a slight warmth coming through the wall of the cup. Mingyao lowered her eyes, calmed herself down, and sat down.
The Ghost Festival, yes, three days before the Ghost Festival, no one is allowed to enter or leave the Ghost Town. That is why the people in the Immortal Mountain would choose the right time to throw her into the Ghost Town and force her to look for someone.
Today is the fourth day, which happens to be the Ghost Festival. As long as she can survive today, she will be able to take Xuan Hui's soul out of the city.
Mingyao drank the tea in the cup sip by sip and looked at the person beside him: "Why...are you here?"
I was frightened just now and thought that this was a wedding room. Now, looking carefully, I see that there are indeed more red candles in this room, and they are arranged high and low, far and near, which is very particular.
It is clearly a formation used to trap people, but not to exit.
Is it because of this formation that the Immortal Mountain Master set up a formation for a hundred days to summon Xuan Hui's soul? But considering Xuan Hui's strength, even if it was just a human soul, this level of formation should not be able to trap him?
I heard Mingyao ask him.
The person in front of him still smiled gently: "I was tied up by an evil ghost and brought here to have a ghost marriage."
A ghost marriage?
Mingyao was stunned, remembering that he had read in a book about the fairy mountain that during the Ghost Festival, many evil ghosts trapped in the ghost town did have the habit of capturing people for marriage.
With Xuan Hui's beauty, her soul is trapped here and she also has a physical body in the ghost town. It is indeed very likely that she will be treated as a living person and abducted to form a ghost marriage.
"But...why don't you run?"
The strength of Xuanhui's soul is about 30% to 40% of his original body, so escaping should not be a problem.
"I can't run away. I'm alone and weak, my immortal power is limited, and I can't defeat the evil spirits here."
The human soul speaks frankly.
Immortal power is restricted?
Mingyao was stunned at first, then he suddenly realized.
This is a bit difficult.
She couldn't help pinching her fingertips. No wonder Xuan Hui's soul had been lost for a hundred days and had not been able to return to his body. It turned out that he had lost his supernatural powers.
What should she do? She originally thought that she would be safe if she found the human soul... But if the evil ghost was getting married, how could she snatch it away?
How about... letting Xuan Hui find a safe place for herself, and when today is over and the ghost city gate opens, she will find a chance to leave the city, return to the fairy mountain, and then find someone to rescue him?
It's just a ghost marriage, so there's no need to worry about your life.
Mingyao felt that his idea was feasible, and he only needed Xuanhui to sacrifice a little of his looks, so he was about to speak.
But the person in front of him spoke first: "This situation has caused trouble for my lady. Why don't you find a chance to leave this place first?"
In the candlelight, he had a smile on his face, and when he called out the word "wife" so softly, even his voice seemed to carry a hint of tenderness.
For hundreds of years, Xuan Hui has always addressed her as Miss Ming. When Ming Yao first heard his human soul calling her that, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Although everyone will run away when disaster strikes, but... since someone spoke first, Mingyao found it difficult to say what he had originally planned.
He pinched his fingertips unconsciously, hesitating whether to speak out his plan immediately. In his stunned state, he suddenly lost the opportunity.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Have you finished your dressing, young master? The auspicious time is approaching, I will come to pick you up."
The light voice with a sweet laugh came clearly into the ears of the two people through the door.
Through the doors and windows covered with tung oil paper, Mingyao turned his head and saw a thin black shadow standing outside the door.
Okay, now you don’t have to worry about whether to say it or not.
Startled, Mingyao turned around and tried to run behind the screen inside the house to find a place to hide.
As she hurriedly walked around the desk, her legs suddenly went weak and she stepped on the hem of her skirt. With a very uncooperative bang, she slammed her foot against the desk, losing her balance and falling towards Xuan Hui's soul.
Damn it, I failed at the critical moment. Mingyao couldn't help but curse himself inwardly.
Xuan Hui's soul was unable to dodge and was pressed under her.
When a human soul enters a ghost town, it also has a physical form.
Mingyao ran all the way, and his hair, which was casually tied together, was completely scattered after this tossing and turning. His inky long hair fell on the red clothes worn by Xuanhui Renhun, and the red and black colors intertwined and tangled.
Mingyao felt the pain and struggled to get up. But the more panicked she became, the more confused she became. She didn't know what material Xuanhui's red coat was made of. It was cold and slippery. She tried to grab it several times but failed. Instead, she tore his coat into a mess.
There seemed to be a noise outside the door, and the knocking sounds became louder and louder.
The doors and windows, which looked unstable, were shaking violently.
Mingyao was really panicked after hearing this. He struggled to sit up with great difficulty. Just as he was about to get up and retreat, he felt a pain on his scalp. He realized that a strand of hair was entangled in the secret button of Xuanhui Renhun's clothes. He couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.
"What happened to the young master?"
"Do you need me to come in and help?"
Although he was asking questions, he did not stop knocking on the door. The knocking sound fell heavily on Mingyao's heart. He anxiously took out a short blade from his treasure bag and was about to cut his hair.
It was still a step too late, with a loud bang.
The door was kicked open.
The wind suddenly rushed in and blew out all the candles in the room.
The two of them were overlapping each other, looking extremely ambiguous.
After a strange silence, a female voice with a sweet laugh sounded—
"Oh, young master is really in a good mood."
"When it comes to getting married, he can actually conjure up a beautiful bride out of thin air."
Mingyao's heart was hanging in the air. He closed his eyes and forced himself to look up at the ghost coming in from the door.
The visitor was a very beautiful ghost lady.
She is pretty, with red lips, black hair and snow-white skin. She is also wearing a festive red robe and holding a bright red lantern with a wedding character on it. Half of her snow-white arm is exposed. She has a very good-looking face, but she exudes a ghostly aura, which makes people feel indescribably ghostly and terrifying when they look at her.
She walked in slowly, squinting her eyes as she looked at the two people lying on the ground entangled, and sighed to Xuan Hui's soul: "We underestimated the ability of the young master. Even with the Moruo formation, it couldn't stop you from finding someone to save you."
"I love you so much, why would you run away? Why wouldn't you marry me?"
The ghost lady leaned over and looked at Mingyao's face. She stroked Mingyao's face with her cold fingers, and then pulled her messy hair out of the secret button and tucked it behind her ears. She sighed softly, "It's a pity that such a beautiful young lady is going to lose her life because of you."
Mingyao looked at the ghost lady so close to him and his breath was choked.
In the world of the book, there isn’t even a plot summary, only an outline.
The male protagonist will not die, but she may not die. If she dies, there is no guarantee that another "Ming Yao" will take her place.
Mingyao's mind went blank as he watched the ghost lady finish her sarcastic remarks and the blood-red nails on her hands grow longer.
Without hesitation, Mingyao subconsciously reached out and grabbed the ghost lady's hand.
"Wait... wait a minute" Requesting for the spell to be paused.
Mingyao swallowed and called for a stop in a trembling voice.
I plucked up the courage to touch the hand, and sure enough, although the hand was cold, it was not as cold as a dead body.
The ghost lady was a little surprised when she was grabbed. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of her with a pale face and watery eyes.
I couldn't help but sigh. This woman was so beautiful, and she looked like she was crying but not crying. I felt so sorry for her.
Even after taking this one extra look at her, I really couldn't bear to let her die so easily.
Mingyao didn't know what the ghost lady was thinking. She grabbed the ghost lady's hand and stood up shakily.
His empty left hand was shaking badly as he reached into the inconspicuous treasure bag at his waist.
The ghost lady raised her eyebrows, looked at the frightened and delicate lady in front of her, and sneered: "Why, little lady, do you have anything else to say——"
With a bang.
Caught off guard, an extremely heavy magic weapon was aimed at the ghost lady's head and smashed down. Soon, blood oozed from the ghost lady's forehead.
Mingyao's blow was steady and accurate. The ghost lady had half of her words left in her mouth before she fell headfirst.
Seeing the blood coming out, Mingyao shook like a sieve, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
Then he frantically took out a piece of talisman paper from somewhere and stuck it on the ghost lady's head. He then moved closer to check the ghost lady's breath and found that she was still breathing, so he exhaled the breath he had been holding.
As if waking from a dream, he turned back to search for Xuan Hui's soul: "This talisman can temporarily seal her in this body for an incense stick. I... let's escape quickly."
Mingyao stretched out his hand to him.
The candlelight in the room was completely extinguished, leaving only a faint moonlight.
The woman in front of him had long hair, her eyes were slightly swollen from crying, the tip of her nose was a little red, and her whole body was trembling. She looked like she wanted to disappear from this place full of ghosts and monsters, but she turned around abruptly and said she wanted to take him away.
My wife.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyelashes, hiding the darkness in his eyes, and gently held the hand of the unknown woman in front of him, smiling.
"good."
"Thank you, my lady, for saving me."
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