Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Soft Fingertips
The bridal chamber became somewhat eerie with the candlelight extinguished.
Layers of red silk crisscrossed and hung down, like blood-stained white silk, as if there were ghosts of tragic deaths attached to them, staring at herself with sinister eyes.
Mingyao tightened his arms around himself and silently moved closer to the person next to him.
"What's wrong?" The people around him noticed the movement.
“…It’s okay.” Mingyao pursed his lips and had no desire to speak.
Before a cup of tea.
Mingyao knocked the ghost lady unconscious and wanted to escape immediately with Xuanhui's soul. But as soon as she took a step, she recalled the evil ghost that had been chasing her. Now the door was wide open, and there was no ghost outside... But...
I felt hesitant.
Mingyao glanced at the ghost lady lying on the ground, still unconscious. She would wake up in just an incense stick of time. She didn't have much time to hesitate.
Rather than running away,...
Mingyao gritted his teeth and let go of Xuanhui's hand.
He mustered up his courage, squatted down, turned the ghost lady over neatly, took off the red robe she was wearing, and put it on himself with trembling hands.
She also picked up the red lantern with the word "happiness" on it that fell to the ground and put it into her treasure bag.
He tried hard to create the appearance of someone who had stolen something and ran away.
"us……"
Before he could explain to Xuanhui, Xuanhui had already understood what he meant and found a place.
After pushing aside the layers of red silk, she found a wardrobe of considerable size on one side of the bed, just big enough to fit her and Xuan Hui's souls.
Mingyao pressed the Breath-Concentrating Bead under his tongue again, and found a talisman with similar effect and stuck it on Xuanhui's soul.
Evil spirits are different from humans. Because they have no physical body, they often use their breath to find people, so they may be able to escape disaster.
It was the first time Mingyao played hide-and-seek with a ghost. Even though he knew the reason, he was still unsure. He pinched his fingertips, his mouth was dry, cold sweat broke out, and he was very scared.
"How did you guess that the ghost lady had possessed a human body? When she came in just now, there was no shadow on the ground."
Xuan Hui noticed her uneasiness and spoke to her.
Pursing her dry lips, Mingyao knew that Xuanhui wanted her to relax. After calculating the time, she accepted Xuanhui's kindness and spoke in a soft voice.
"When she leaned towards me just now, there was some breath, so I took a gamble and grabbed her hand. Sure enough, it still had some warmth. And..." Mingyao paused.
It was recorded in the Xianshan Library that the ghosts in the ghost town like to possess the bodies of the recently dead. Firstly, it can prevent the soul from being directly injured, and secondly, it can use this body to leave the city and hunt in the human world. When the body is broken, they will replace it with another one.
In a split second, she was thinking that today was the Ghost Festival, and she was very happy that the ghost lady was getting married to a ghost.
Living donors are naturally more valuable than dead ones, and the upper body donor may still be alive.
So he took a gamble.
I bet that the ghost lady possessed a living human body and shared the same sorrow with it.
A magic weapon knocked the donor unconscious, and a talisman was used to suppress the ghost lady's real body inside the donor's body so that she would not wake up for a while.
But she was also lucky that she was able to accomplish this. Looking back now, there are still too many loopholes in this matter...
"And what?"
Seeing her pause, Xuan Hui asked softly.
"It's okay." Mingyao didn't want to continue and just dealt with it hastily.
My heart is in turmoil, my hands and feet are cold, and waiting is always extremely difficult.
Now the future is uncertain, Mingyao's fingertips are almost pinched by her and bleed, he is very worried.
As if he could understand what was in her mind.
Xuan Hui's voice came again: "If you are afraid, why not ask for a fortune-teller to tell you whether it is good or bad?"
The surroundings were quiet, and the voices of the human souls were soft and gentle, not offensive.
Mingyao’s mind went blank for a moment. Fortune telling at this time?
He pursed his lips and looked at the ghost lady lying on the ground, motionless.
Mingyao's heart was pounding, and he was actually a little moved.
Anyway, the ghost lady will be unconscious for a while. Instead of being anxious here, it is better to tell her fortune and give herself some idea.
If it is good, believe it; if it is bad, don’t believe it.
Just like I used to check my horoscope before every exam.
Mingyao moved towards Xuanhui's soul: "How? Isn't your immortal power restrained?"
"The power of divination is still there." Xuan Hui answered the question patiently.
The way cultivators tell fortunes is somewhat different from the way Ming Yao told fortunes before he traveled through the book.
It is necessary to use the magical power of the fortune teller as a medium, and to look at the cause and effect of the fortune teller's horoscope to observe his fate and determine whether it will be good or bad.
A little white light condensed from Xuan Hui's fingertips and touched her forehead.
A chill penetrated my body.
White light reflected on their faces.
In the pitch darkness, Mingyao was finally able to see something clearly.
After a hundred years of traveling through the book, this was the first time Ming Yao had someone tell fortunes. He held his breath, not daring to move. His gaze had nowhere to go, so it fell on Xuan Hui's face.
He closed his eyes and told fortunes, his long, thick black eyelashes fluttering slightly, and against the backdrop of the warm white light, he looked a bit like an immortal with compassion and gentleness.
Mingyao became distracted as he watched.
In the past, Xuan Hui sat upright and serious, like a jade statue of an immortal on the table. He was good-looking, but too distant, making people afraid to get close to him.
Now his eyes and brows suddenly softened, and his facial features seemed to have changed a bit, becoming less cold and stern. He looked a few years younger, with red lips and white teeth. He was wearing a red dress, like a handsome young man. No wonder the ghost lady wanted to marry him as her husband.
Mingyao watched intently until he saw his own reflection in those clear, smiling eyes. Then he realized that he had been too absorbed in watching and had been caught by the person involved.
Mingyao felt a little embarrassed, his ears felt slightly hot, and he quickly looked away.
The person being looked at was very calm and considerate, and withdrew his magical power, and the narrow cabinet returned to darkness.
"What does the hexagram look like?" Ming Yao asked stutteringly.
"Good luck."
The person next to me spoke in a gentle tone, which made people feel at ease.
"That's good." Mingyao forced a smile.
There were traces of tears on her face, mixed with a slightly stiff smile, which revealed an indescribable sense of humor.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes to look at her in the darkness, his fingers gently pressing on his wrist: "Come to think of it...my lady hasn't told me your name yet."
Like a frightened rabbit, she tilted her head slightly when she heard his voice. Her round eyes, soaked with tears, were extremely bright. However, because she was a mortal, her eyes had no focus in the dark night. She could only look in his direction based on her previous memory.
"Mingyao, my name is Mingyao."
Mingyao.
Her voice was still a little panicked, and she kept it very low, for fear that the ghost lady would hear it.
The power that had just been suppressed in the wrist spiritual vein began to surge again because of the almost inaudible sound, and it couldn't wait to reach her side.
Hidden in the darkness, the pain that burst out from the body ran rampant in the spiritual veins.
It was a familiar feeling. Every time that power flowed through his spiritual veins, it would be like a sharp thorn in a thorn bush, churning and stirring within him, stirring up every inch of his flesh and blood, stirring it over and over again, without stopping until he died.
It's just more serious this time.
The power that had been silent for a long time became restless like a vicious dog that suddenly smelled blood and flesh.
Xuanxiu felt a little impatient. He closed his eyes and exerted force with his hands to suppress the force inch by inch. He swallowed all the blood and energy that surged in his throat without leaving a single flaw.
"Mingyao? Which two words are they?"
He asked her calmly, his voice calm.
This time she didn't say anything, but moved her pale little face towards him.
His drooping hand was lifted up, and the soft fingertips drew lines in his palm, which brought an unfamiliar warmth and a slight itch.
After a fleeting moment, he clenched his palms, and the smile between his eyebrows faded unconsciously.
Between heaven and earth, fate is predetermined, good and bad fortune will come, and if he wants to know, he will surely get what he wants.
There is only one exception, his destined person.
His eyes fell quietly on the woman in front of him, but another distorted face emerged in his memory.
"Xuanxiu, your destiny will be your calamity."
"Remember this: do not listen to her sweet words, and do not fall in love with her. Once you find her, you must kill her to preserve the power of our immortal family."
"Promise me you will kill her!"
The man's eyes were bloodshot, veins on his forehead were bulging, and he held his hand tightly.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the deathly aura surrounding the man, and finally agreed.
"good."
As soon as the word fell, the man died.
Hundreds of years passed quickly, and he originally thought that the saying of destiny was just that person worrying too much.
He had just suggested fortune-telling for her on a whim.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at the fingertips that he had just touched on Mingyao's forehead.
Who knew that he couldn't calculate her fate, her good or bad fortune.
On the contrary, because of that hexagram, the backlash came so fiercely, as if punishing him for his disrespect to the man of destiny.
How to kill her like this?
He thought carelessly.
There was no murderous intent in her heart yet, but when she thought of the past, the power began to stir again, as if she was afraid that he would kill her. This time the pain was even more intense, and she was determined to make him not rest in peace.
Xuanxiu bit the tip of his tongue very skillfully, and put some blood on his wrist. Just as he was about to suppress it with the blood formation, he whispered the first word of the spell between his lips -
"Shh, she's awake."
The slightly warm hand covered his mouth.
She was very close to him, and her round eyes carefully watched the situation outside through the gap.
The spell was interrupted. Without the shackles of the spell, the power ran rampant in the spiritual veins, but gradually stabilized because of her breath.
Quiet and restless.
But she knew nothing about all this, and her mind and eyes were filled with the evil ghost outside.
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Mingyao was very nervous.
This is a fight of life and death.
The ghost lady slowly woke up and was furious.
His outer clothes were stripped off, and even the lantern he was using to guide the way was gone.
The doors and windows were wide open, and there was no one inside.
The talisman attached to the donor had lost its effect, but in just a moment, the ghost lady broke free from the donor and revealed her original form. Her legs were missing, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked terrifying.
Mingyao's breathing paused.
A hoarse growl emanated from the ghost lady's throat, and within a few breaths, several ghostly shadows emerged from her body.
Because they were at a distance, Mingyao couldn't see clearly.
I saw those ghostly figures, each with facial features emerging from the darkness.
Then they rushed to sniff the strand of hair belonging to Mingyao in the ghost lady's hand.
"Find her and kill her."
The ghost lady's voice was sharp, and she was obviously filled with hatred. She turned around and looked at the donor woman who had fainted on the ground. A trace of resentment flashed in her eyes. She suddenly sneered, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
The next moment, the ghostly aura in the ghost lady's hand, which had almost solidified into a solid entity, strangled the woman's throat. In just a few breaths, several black marks appeared on the woman's neck, and her face turned red to purple. With a click, her neck was strangled alive.
"It's your reward."
After leaving a few words lightly, the ghost lady turned into a ball of black gas and dispersed.
The remaining ghosts rushed forward and pounced on the donor woman, and the stench of blood instantly filled the entire room.
Mingyao lowered his head.
It was not until the ghosts had eaten the donor woman's body and dispersed that Mingyao finally realized his mistake and let go of the hand that was covering Xuanhui's soul.
The ghost lady was taking revenge on her, so she killed the donor.
Mingyao closed her eyes, suppressed her thoughts, and told herself that now was not the time to think about these things. She had to leave with Xuanhui as soon as possible.
His hand fell on the cabinet door, and just as he was about to push it open, he felt a chill on his wrist, and it was grasped by Xuan Hui's soul.
Mingyao was puzzled and was about to ask -
"Sister, I finally found you."
In the gap of the wardrobe, an eye without pupils was staring at her intently.
It was the evil ghost from before.
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