Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "I am not your husband"
After waking up from a big dream, I found myself sitting in a ghost town.
Mingyao sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, looking at Xuanhuiren who was sitting at the table sipping tea, and found it a little hard to accept for a moment.
I couldn't help but lower my head and rub my fingers. The wonderful feel of the divorce letter in my dream seemed to still remain.
How could this be a dream...
"Awake?" Sensing the movement, the human soul turned slightly to look at her, "Come and take a look."
What are you looking at?
Mingyao's mind was still not fully clear, and he subconsciously stood up and walked over.
Xuan Hui's soul casually placed the red lantern in the ghost lady's hand on the table. A ball of dark red light made the dark room look a little eerie.
Mingyao touched his cold arms back and forth, and bravely sat down beside him. Only then did he see clearly that the body that the ghost lady had possessed was still lying in front of the table.
Isn’t he dead…?
Mingyao's memory was tangled. She looked down at her palm. In the dim light of the lantern, her palm was red, but it was definitely not blood.
But it was so real… the heads rolling all over the floor, the blood gushing out of control, the heat and wetness of flesh and blood flying everywhere, the feeling of power filling the body, it was so real.
Mingyao stared at his hands in a daze.
"It's not real." Noticing her strangeness, Xuan Hui's soul seemed to know what she was thinking. He pointed at the side of her neck, his eyes smiling soothingly, "You have an injury here. The ghost energy entered your body, creating an illusion and dragging you into the dream. Those are all fake."
Is there an injury? Mingyao was stunned and subconsciously reached out to touch it. Sure enough, he felt a small wound.
It was bitten by that evil ghost. Mingyao suddenly remembered that after escaping from the evil ghost's room, she was blocked by the evil ghost. If it weren't for the soul nail in her treasure bag, she would have become the evil ghost's food.
"My immortal power is limited now, and I can't completely remove the remaining ghost energy for you, but fortunately the illusion has been broken. Once today is over, you can leave this ghost town and everything will be fine." Xuan Hui's soul patiently explained to her.
"Illusion? Fake?" Ming Yao's breath was choked, "Then-" the ghost lady?
Before she could finish her question, Mingyao got the answer from Xuanhui.
"It's dead. Thanks to the demon-killing talisman from the immortal mountain in your treasure bag." The human soul smiled with a crooked eye, "With a little immortal power, it can be driven away. The ghost is no longer here."
So powerful? How come she didn't know there was a ghost-killing spell in the treasure bag?
Most of the magic weapons in the treasure bag were given to Xuanhui by the Immortal Mountain as per routine. Xuanhui had been in the Nascent Soul Realm for many years and had no use for many things, so she collected some magic weapons that could be used by mortals, but she had never collected any ghost-killing talismans.
The doubt passed by quickly, now was not the time to pursue it.
Mingyao realized it later. The room was dark. Thinking of what Xuanhui's soul had just said, she couldn't help but move closer and look at the soul: "Husband, have you remembered?"
Since he has just mentioned the fairy mountain and can use the ghost-killing talisman, he must have remembered something.
She couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Fortunately, when they first met the human soul, she didn't tell him about her plan to let him stay here and marry the ghost lady. Otherwise, her character of being infatuated with Xuan Hui would have collapsed to some extent.
Now is a critical moment. Once the divorce papers are in hand, I will have to stage a drama of heartbreak and death. If the character collapses and the logic of the play is wrong, I am afraid it will affect her return home.
Now she had unexpectedly achieved success. Mingyao recalled her performance just now and felt that she was quite brave when she knocked the ghost lady unconscious.
Anyway, he has been thrown into the ghost town by the people from the fairy mountain. The fact that things have progressed to this point is also thanks to the blessings of God and Ms. Ming.
It would be better to act out the play more realistically. The more she shows her deep affection for Xuan Hui now, the more realistic it will be that she dies of excessive grief when she gets the divorce letter, and the smoother her return home will be.
When he thought of this, Mingyao looked at the human soul with a little more genuine eagerness.
After a moment of silence.
"I am not your husband." Facing her expectant gaze, the human soul smiled gently and denied it gently.
"Haven't you remembered yet?" Mingyao paused, seeing that the human soul's expression didn't seem fake. Mingyao could only quickly gather his disappointment, consoling himself that it wasn't a big deal, and that everything would be fine once the human soul returned to health.
Then he looked again at the unconscious donor in front of him.
Now that the ghost lady is dead, the donor should have saved his life. However, he was possessed by a ghost and was hit hard by her. He will probably be unconscious for three or four days. However, he can put her in a treasure bag and take her away with him. It would be considered a good deed.
She raised her eyes and was about to discuss it with the human soul, but she saw that the human soul had taken a step ahead of her and picked up the treasure bag on the table and said in advance: "I was thinking the same thing."
There was a faint smile in his eyes as he met her eyes.
Mingyao's heart skipped a beat strangely.
To be honest, Xuan Hui's appearance was very much in line with her aesthetic taste. His face was as white as jade, a very standard beautiful face with an ancient charm.
However, she had long known about her mission to travel through the book, and Xuan Hui was usually quite cold and treated her with respect. Although she admired his face, she had rarely been interested in him over the past hundred years.
Now, a hundred years have passed, and it is really like seeing a ghost in a ghost town.
Mingyao slowly shifted his gaze and reached out to grab the peach cake on the table in a disguised manner.
But he stopped him again.
"It's already been incense-burning time, and living people can't eat it." There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
After placing the donor, he returned the treasure bag to her.
"You have been unconscious for almost a day. Now it is almost three quarters past midnight. All ghosts must leave the house and devour incense in the streets and alleys. We must prepare to leave. We must leave the city at midnight." The human soul reached out and picked up the lantern used to guide the way.
"Keep the Breath-Suppressing Pearl in your mouth. Come out with me later. Don't say anything when you see something." Xuan Hui's soul gently warned him. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Try your best not to cry out loud."
Seeing that Xuanhui Renhun was speaking seriously, Mingyao nodded rapidly.
At three quarters past midnight, ghosts eat incense and the power of evil ghosts is at its strongest.
She had also read about it in the fairy mountain classics before.
The wooden door creaked open.
Gusts of cold wind blew up the red robes of the two men. Mingyao half hid behind Xuanhui and followed him out the door step by step.
The deserted streets and alleys that had been used by people fleeing here and there were now many ghosts floating around in groups of three or two. The ghosts were all wearing plain clothes, their eyes fixed on the direction of the city gate.
Mingyao and the other person were dressed in red and holding big red lanterns, making them stand out among the ghosts.
"It's almost three quarters past midnight. Aning is so late." A hoarse voice blocked the way of the two.
The one who spoke was a male ghost. His face was deathly pale, and his facial features were generally handsome, but he had a pair of triangular eyes with a sinister gaze. He scanned the human soul back and forth, looking sinister, as if he knew the ghost lady. "It seems that, Aning, you are very satisfied with the man this time."
He let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh, his tone filled with malicious teasing. He looked away from the human soul and stared at Mingyao behind him. "You're such a brat, and you've kept me in this shabby house all day, and I can't wait to take you back home. If you hadn't come out, I'd have thought you'd spent a night with this young man and forgotten the rules of the third quarter of an hour. You're still young, and you died young, and you never had any good things."
The male ghost's voice was quite loud, attracting several vague gazes from the surroundings.
Mingyao couldn't help but frown. No way, they had already traveled through time, were in the world of immortal cultivation, and were in a ghost town. How could there still be these hooligans who couldn't be gotten rid of and kept talking about other people's sex life? It was like a virus that was refreshed and released at a fixed point.
Mingyao felt unlucky, but she didn't say anything. She was now holding the Breath-Containing Pearl in her mouth and wearing the red robe of the Ghost Lady, which was stained with some of the Ghost Lady's scent. If she opened her mouth to speak, the scent of a living person would leak out, which would be troublesome.
"If you envy me, you can find a man and have a romantic encounter with him."
Xuan Hui's soul slightly turned his body to block the male ghost's gaze and made a kind suggestion.
As soon as he finished speaking, the face of the male ghost opposite him suddenly turned gloomy, and his eyes seemed to contain a hook, and he was staring at Xuan Hui with a sinister look.
Is this a broken defense? Mingyao was a little confused and bit her lip unconsciously. Could there be a fight? If a fight really came, which direction should she run to have a greater chance of survival?
There was a momentary stalemate.
Xuan Hui held the lantern in his hand and did not move, and the male ghost just stood there.
After a long while, he suddenly sneered and said sarcastically, "Aning, you are in such a good mood today."
Oh no.
Mingyao's body stiffened.
Although I have only met the ghost lady once, it is obvious that the ghost lady is not the kind of person who would remain silent after being verbally provoked.
Afraid that she would be exposed, she lowered her head in panic.
Just then he caught a glimpse of Xuan Hui's other empty hand hidden under his red robe, with a corner of the yellow talisman visible from his fingertips.
It was the last ghost-killing talisman he had found in the treasure bag in advance.
Mingyao's heart was beating wildly.
The full moon was in the sky, bringing a hint of chill, and she had an ominous premonition in her heart.
When the situation was tense, there was a clang sound.
A long, lingering sound came from nowhere, and the already deserted streets were completely silent.
The male ghost and the ghosts in groups of three or two were attracted by the sound. They raised their heads one by one, opened their mouths slightly, and their eyes were dim.
"It is the third quarter of midnight, and all the ghosts smell the incense."
The soft, ghostly, melodious voice carried a chilling chill. Immediately, Mingyao began to hear vague, murmurs, as if countless ghosts were whispering softly in her ears...
It was so noisy that she was staring at the moon.
She blocked her ears impatiently and looked up at the night sky.
His eyes became a little blurry.
The moon tonight... is so red.
It’s as red as a salted duck egg yolk and sizzling with oil.
She couldn't help swallowing.
Speaking of salted duck egg yolks, she suddenly realized that she hadn't eaten properly for several days. She had been living on the few oranges in her treasure bag these days.
So hungry.
Why hasn't she eaten properly for several days?
His head felt like it was filled with paste. Mingyao kept trying to recall the answer but still couldn't come up with one.
The vague sound began to come from his ears again, buzzing. Mingyao waved his hand impatiently and felt an appetite.
Her stomach was in urgent need of food, and she had no intention of continuing to listen to the whispers in her ear. She just tilted her head and sniffed, smelling the fragrance beside her. It had a bit of bitterness, but was still fragrant overall.
Mingyao's teeth felt itchy, his appetite took over, and he opened his mouth to bite.
"We'll be able to go back soon." A barely audible voice.
Go back? These two words touched Mingyao's nerves.
"One more cup of tea, the day will come, the gates of the ghost town will open, and we can go back."
Where to go back to? She felt a sharp pain in her forehead.
"Mingyao, we're saved! The Ideological and Political Science teacher said this semester will be an open-book exam! The key points are marked in the group chat, remember to read them."
"Mingyao, 200 yuan. Come with me to buy New Year's goods tomorrow. Don't lie around at home all day. How could I have given birth to you? You don't look like me at all."
"Mingyao..."
"Mingyao..."
"Mingyao, are you feeling better?"
Countless voices overlapped, her appetite gradually faded, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to grab something. Her vision gradually became clear, and her eyes finally fell on a man. She was being held in his arms.
He looked down at her. "The remaining evil spirit in your wound is causing trouble. I didn't expect you to be affected. Are you feeling better now?"
He was mumbling something, but I didn't know what he was saying.
Mingyao blinked. The man's voice was sometimes far away and sometimes near. She couldn't hear it clearly, but she called out his name first: "Xuan Hui?"
The man paused for a few breaths, the smile on his lips fading, before he replied, "I'm here."
After getting the confirmation, Mingyao broke out in a cold sweat and woke up completely.
The word Xuan Hui was like an anchor for her. Whenever she thought of it, she would be pulled away for a moment.
This is a book, not her world.
Covering the still aching wound, Mingyao came out of the human soul and looked around. The city gate was about a hundred meters away from the dark alley where they were.
The air was filled with blood, and the evil spirits in the city were enjoying their feast.
After just one glance, Mingyao looked away.
Do not look at or listen to anything indecent.
She squatted against the wall. Her exercise today had exceeded her limit.
Mingyao looked at the slender figure of Xuanhui's soul cast on the ground in the moonlight and felt lost.
Until a muffled sound came from the city gate not far away.
A ray of light shone through.
Mingyao felt relieved: "Yes..." and left.
There was joy in her tone, but when she looked up, warm blood splashed on her face.
The Xuanhui human soul, who was much taller than her, fell into her arms unexpectedly.
A sickle pierced his body and blood gushed out.
Not far in front of her, the male ghost who had just stopped them was playing with the remaining sickle in his hand, looking at her with a smile.
"Sure enough." The male ghost gave a sinister smile, "Aning was swallowed by you."
"Run first." Blood flowed from the corners of the human soul's lips. Until this moment, he still maintained his usual calm and gentle demeanor. He patted her back gently and put something on her body.
Mingyao was always very obedient. He took a half step back, turned around and ran towards the city gate without hesitation.
The male ghost did not stop her. In a panic, Mingyao only saw the male ghost walking straight towards Xuanhui's soul.
"Aning has been a demon for sixty years, but in the end, he fell into the hands of a mortal like you. It's really useless."
The male ghost looked at Xuanxiu who was lying on the ground. The sickle dissolved in his body and returned to the male ghost's hand.
"This knife is a quick relief for you."
Xuanxiu leaned against the wall, and the blood flowing from the wound quickly dyed his bright red robe dark.
He is going to die.
Xuanxiu turned his gaze a few inches away and looked at Mingyao's receding figure.
Suddenly he remembered that he had met her once before.
He is a fellow compatriot of Xuan Hui, and part of the power in his body is also connected with Xuan Hui. During the hundreds of years he slept in the ghost town, when Xuan Hui's power occasionally leaked out, part of his consciousness would possess the people around him who were related to Xuan Hui.
It was dusk, she half-knelt beside Xuan Hui, calling Xuan Hui's name, asking him to wake up.
He possessed a boy and hurried over with Xuan Hui's sword. When the sword spirit saw Xuan Hui was injured, it immediately supplied spiritual power to Xuan Hui and asked her to get Xuan Hui's treasure bag.
Knowing that Xuanhui was fine, she wiped the tears from her face, stood up and ran away, her skirt fluttering like a butterfly's wings, dancing gracefully.
It's so confusing, like a bizarre dream.
He thought everything would be over, the power connected with Xuan Hui would gradually fade away, and his consciousness would also be withdrawn.
The butterfly suddenly stopped, turned around and flew back, handing him a piece of cake, telling him not to go hungry. The moment its fingertips brushed against his palm was like a gentle kiss.
Very itchy.
Just like now, she turned back and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips tremblingly.
…
At the moment of his death, he thought, she was so scared that she still came back. She really loved Xuan Hui... deeply.
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