Chapter 4 Chapter 4 So... she's his brother's wife. ...
If evil spirits enter your body, you will die.
The hand covering his mouth loosened.
Xuanxiu looked at Mingyao, whose eyes were gradually losing focus.
He thought quietly that he was really lucky, as he didn't have to do anything himself, as the man destined to die was about to die.
Outside the cabinet door, the ghost lady who had been knocked unconscious was still lying there silently.
Inside the cabinet door...
Xuanxiu's gaze fell lightly on Mingyao's neck, and ghostly energy surged at the tiny broken skin.
No one knew when she was injured, but the ghost energy spread from the wound and entered her consciousness, dragging her into the illusion.
In the illusion, death is imminent and she will soon bleed to death from all seven orifices.
How pitiful.
Xuanxiu glanced at Mingyao's pale face calmly, pushed open the cabinet door and walked out.
Then he took the treasure bag from Mingyao's waist, rummaged through it for a while, took out the lantern with the wedding character on it, took out another talisman from it, and walked to the donor body that sealed the ghost lady.
The talisman between his fingers emitted a dark blood-red light. Xuanxiu lowered his eyes, and the talisman flew out from his fingertips, swallowing the talisman that Mingyao had originally pasted on the donor's forehead. The red light sank into the body. Not long after, the donor's eyes suddenly opened, her lips slightly opened, and a burst of black mist came out from her seven orifices and dissipated completely.
The ghost-killing talisman made by the Immortal Mountain is still so useful.
Xuanxiu ignored the unconscious donor.
Close the door.
The Ghost Festival had not yet passed, and he couldn't go out, so he decided to stay in the house for another day.
All the red candles in the house were extinguished, and only the red lantern in the ghost lady's hand was still lit.
Xuanxiu casually placed the lantern on the side of the bed frame, returned to the cabinet, pushed aside the layers of red silk, and looked down at Mingyao who was trapped in the illusion.
She seemed to be in great pain.
His delicate thin eyebrows were tightly furrowed, perhaps because of the cold or the pain. His long eyelashes were trembling slightly. His face was pale, his lips were pale, and his forehead was black, a sign of impending death.
It happened faster than he thought. In about another cup of tea, she would be completely dead.
As if sensing Mingyao's gradually weakening breath, the power within Xuanxiu's body unwillingly began to surge again.
Different from before.
This time, the power rushed through his spiritual veins, not to torture him, but as if to rip him open.
His internal organs were disturbed and a mouthful of blood flowed out of Xuanxiu's mouth.
Xuanxiu's forehead was covered in cold sweat. This power had been with him since he was born. He knew that now that he was about to die, this power was just like a trapped beast fighting to the death. No matter how hard he struggled, it would be useless.
Xuanxiu quietly watched Mingyao, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, waiting indifferently for her to die.
He had seen many people die, and Mingyao was no different from them, except that she shed more tears.
At this moment, perhaps she had seen some horrifying scene, tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, wetting her long, thick black eyelashes.
Crying again.
"Husband...jun..."
"Husband...jun..."
In the illusion, the timid and tearful woman is still thinking about the person she is looking for.
As if something was strangling her neck, her voice was extremely hoarse and sounded a bit sad.
"I am your wife. I am here to take you away."
Not long ago, when Mingyao said this, her tearful eyes were still full of vitality.
Xuanxiu felt a sudden stab in the heart. He looked down and saw that the force had reached his heart. Just as he came to his senses, he vomited blood again.
Mingyao lay on the bed, still murmuring the word "husband" intermittently, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving a few more tear marks on her face.
She looked really pitiful, Xuanxiu thought, but he was not her husband and could not agree with her.
The power in his body was becoming more and more intense. Xuanxiu was spitting out blood mouthful by mouthful, and his face was not much better than Mingyao's.
If someone were to come and see this scene at this moment, they would probably think that they were a pair of lovers who drank poison and committed suicide together.
Xuanxiu found it a little interesting and thought that maybe she shouldn't be allowed to die.
The thought passed through my mind in a flash.
"Xuan...Xuan..."
Mingyao's voice became shorter and shorter, and he could only utter unclear words.
As if she was drowning, her hands grabbed around everywhere, and then her legs began to struggle, kicking wildly and making the wooden cabinet door creak.
The end is near.
Xuanxiu thought for a moment, then bent down and wiped the tears from her face.
Then, enduring the pain in his body, he stood up and prepared to leave. Those who died in the illusion after being possessed by a ghostly aura would never look good.
However, the power in his body was churning non-stop as he made his final struggle. He had just emerged from the seal and was still weak. He was not careful and was a beat late. But the moment he pulled himself away, his hand was grabbed by Mingyao, who was still struggling on the bed.
"No...can't...you...can't die."
The words came out of her lips with difficulty.
Xuanxiu looked back at the hand that was holding him tightly, and his gaze fell on the face that was in unbearable pain.
The clay Buddha could hardly save herself when crossing the river, but she was still worried about the life and death of her husband.
She was just a mortal who entered the ghost town to look for someone. She carried a bag of treasures, which contained talismans made by the fairy mountain.
He probably spent all his wealth and shortened his lifespan to get this opportunity.
Of course... she is deeply in love with her husband.
Xuanxiu concealed the darkness in his eyes.
Unfortunately, there is no living person in this ghost town except him.
Now that she has died here, she is buried with her husband, which is a good thing.
Xuanxiu exerted a little force, trying to pull out the hand she was holding.
But as soon as the thought arose, something unexpected happened.
The restless power in Xuanxiu's body finally seized the last opportunity and withdrew from his body bit by bit along the hands of the two people holding each other, and the pain was also reduced a lot.
He was stunned for a moment.
It's not an illusion.
The power in his body was diminishing... Xuanxiu's brows darkened, and without time to think, a little white light flashed from his fingertips, and he pointed at Mingyao's eyebrows again, following the power and followed her into the illusion.
In the illusion, there was a bloody color.
When Xuanxiu opened his eyes, he found himself half lying in Mingyao's arms. She was half-kneeling, her face splattered with blood, her body trembling slightly, but she protected him tightly.
Bright red blood flowed through her fingers and fell drop by drop under Xuanxiu's eyes.
The bridal chamber has become a mess.
“…Mingyao.”
He called out to her, unsure if she still had any sanity left at that moment.
Fortunately, she heard the voice, and as if waking up from a dream, she lowered her head and met his eyes.
After looking for a long time, he seemed to recognize him.
"Husband...sir?" Her voice was light and airy.
"It's me." Xuanxiu's eyebrows were gentle. He looked at her slightly distracted eyes, and after a moment of silence, he finally responded, "What's wrong?"
"I don't have spiritual roots, right?"
Mingyao was very confused when he spoke.
"I... can't kill anyone."
She murmured softly, as if she was confused, or on the verge of collapse, and her eyes fell on the front again.
Xuanxiu sensed something was wrong, pulled himself out of her arms, and followed her gaze to look not far away.
Amidst the blood, there were heads one after another, and countless broken limbs.
Mingyao's eyes flashed with confusion: "That evil ghost, she...she is a human."
"No, no, she eats humans, so she became a human too." Mingyao kept mumbling, but his words were confusing. "She wants to eat me too."
"Mingyao." Xuanxiu withdrew his gaze coldly, reached out to cover her eyes, and interrupted her.
This illusion was caused by Mingyao's fear. As a mortal woman, she was haunted by ghosts and was destined to die. However, because of her identity as a person of destiny, she gained that power for a moment, and this complication arose.
She couldn't bear that power, and was probably stimulated, her consciousness was damaged, and she was half crazy.
According to common sense, killing him would be the most convenient option.
Without a carrier, the power could only return to his body if it wanted to get out.
However, for some unknown reason, the palms of Xuanxiu's hands that were covering her eyes were wet with tears.
"Didn't my wife say she wanted to take me out?"
The words escaped his lips before the murderous intent.
It was quiet for a while.
The illusion was filled with blood, broken limbs, and skulls. The breeze that occasionally passed through the hall seemed unusually cold and indescribably weird and terrifying. Only the hands covering her eyes still had a hint of warmth.
The blood color gradually faded, and Mingyao slowly came back to his senses.
Yes, she had to go out. Mingyao stared at the slightly sunken scar above her wrist.
She thought that Xuan Hui's soul had been found and the evil ghosts had been killed. At this moment, as long as she brought the soul back to the fairy mountain, Xuan Hui would break into the state of transformation, and get the divorce letter, then she could go back.
It was only one step away, she couldn't end it here in a hurry.
After a moment of silence.
Mingyao gently pushed away the hands that were covering her eyes. The remaining tears dripped onto her blood-stained hands, and her vision gradually became clearer.
Xuanhui's soul was looking at her gently.
Mingyao pursed his lips: "Thank you."
The person in front of him was stunned for a moment, then responded with a smile: "My lady, you are welcome. I should be the one thanking you for protecting me."
Mingyao stared at him blankly for a long time before he looked away from Xuanhui.
The temperament of Xuan Hui's soul was indeed quite different from Xuan Hui himself, like a gentle yet bottomless pool of water. She had just killed the evil ghost, and now her whole body was weak. Looking at him, she felt like falling into a hot spring pool with gurgling heat, comfortable yet vaguely uneasy.
"If you're tired, take a nap." Sensing her fatigue, Xuan Hui's human soul suggested in a considerate and gentle voice, "The evil ghost has been eliminated. You can leave this place when you wake up."
Mingyao, who hadn't been feeling particularly sleepy at first, suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness after hearing what he said. This drowsiness came so suddenly that she felt uneasy. She couldn't help but tug at the sleeve of the human soul who was holding her in his arms: "You... are my husband, right?"
The human soul smiled good-naturedly: "Of course."
Such a perfunctory answer, without any further explanation.
Mingyao secretly complained to himself, blinked his eyes, and felt sleepy. Half asleep and half awake, he smelled the faint bitter orange scent on the human soul, and his thoughts became a little fuzzy.
"Husband..."
"I am here."
Mingyao rubbed his shoulder and called him intermittently.
"Husband..."
"I am here."
The human soul responded tirelessly.
The longer Mingyao slept, the more confused his thoughts became.
In a daze, I dreamed of Xuanhui.
After his soul returned to its place, he became much more normal and became cold and distant towards her.
A thin divorce letter, sealed with immortal power, was handed to her.
"From today on, don't call me husband."
She was very excited in her heart, but she pretended to be sad on the surface. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, avoiding Xuan Hui's calm eyes.
Recalling the appearance of the stubborn and pure little white flower in the 8 o'clock soap opera that he had watched with Ms. Ming before, he nodded.
"Xuan Hui..."
Mingyao was moved by his own acting skills. He imitated the little white flower in the TV series and called out Xuanhui's name softly, but hesitated to speak.
For nearly two hundred years, Mingyao followed the novel outline and conscientiously played the role of a cannon fodder female supporting role who was deeply in love with Xuanhui. She only called him "husband" and never called him by his name.
Now that the word Xuan Hui came out of his mouth, Mingyao felt as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
Although he pretended to be melancholy on his face, the joy in his heart was like the magma that could not wait to erupt from the crater of an active volcano. It was so difficult to suppress that he seemed a little powerless to perform this last scene.
After Xuan Hui left, Mingyao's eyes were filled with joy. He felt himself fall drowsily onto the large bed, and the hard wooden bed he had slept on for hundreds of years suddenly became soft.
Mingyao laughed out loud while holding the rabbit doll that appeared out of nowhere and was her favorite to hold when she slept at home.
Contented and immersed in her dream, she naturally didn't notice that the rabbit doll in her arms was a little... stiff and prickly.
Xuanxiu's gaze swept lightly over his arm which was tightly held in Mingyao's arms, without saying a word.
After Mingyao's illusion dissipated, the power she had extracted returned to its place and the pain dissipated. Even though his contact with Mingyao at this moment was more intimate than when their hands were clasped just now, the power did not change.
It's very strange.
But at this moment, Xuanxiu was not thinking about this.
Xuan Hui.
The name that Mingyao just blurted out sounded very familiar.
So familiar that the owner of this name has known him since birth.
On the wedding bed, the woman who had escaped death couldn't stop smiling, as if she had had a beautiful dream.
Xuanxiu glanced lightly at her face, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and her expression was unclear.
turn out to be…
This is his brother's wife.
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