Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Who is my bridegroom?
Will human souls... also die?
Mingyao held the breathless soul of Xuanhui in his arms, and looked at the male ghost's sickle so close to him, his hands and feet going numb.
Not long ago, she had reached the city gate and wanted to escape and immediately release the signal to call for help from the fairy mountain.
In a flash, she realized something.
This time she was forced into a ghost town and went through a lot of hardships. Now that it was over, if she really ran away and called for help, wouldn't it seem a bit too smart?
In the book, "Ming Yao", who died of grief because of Xuan Hui's divorce letter, would she really leave Xuan Hui at the moment of his life and death?
Mingyao's steps gradually slowed down.
Her life is important, but she cannot give up easily after completing the mission and returning home.
Xuan Hui is the male protagonist of this story, so he will not die, and she can more or less get some of the male protagonist's halo...right?
After comforting himself dryly and throwing the detonator he was carrying out of the ghost town, Ming Yao gritted his teeth and ran back.
The decision has been made, and now we can only pray devoutly that the protagonist will survive.
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"What a nice smell." At this moment, the male ghost holding two swords had floated to Mingyao's side, his eyes filled with greed, "Aning didn't eat you."
Mingyao was shivering. Most of the magic weapons in her treasure bag were used to deal with monsters. The soul-soothing nail she had used before was the last magic weapon to deal with ghosts. Now it was like fish on the chopping board.
The male ghost wandered around Mingyao and looked at her. Mingyao's fear made him eager to try. He did not use the sickle in his hand. For such a delicacy, he would naturally strangle her throat with his own hands, watch her struggle in pain in his hands, and then bite off her flesh and blood piece by piece for his own pleasure.
He stretched out his hand to grab Mingyao, but with a crackling sound, it was like a flame devouring a piece of dry wood.
The moment he touched Mingyao, a golden light flashed, and behind him, the male ghost let out a sharp scream, his soul seemed to be burned, and billowing black smoke rose.
“Damn it!”
In shock and anger, the male ghost revealed his true form. There were several bloodstains on his pale face, his eyes were bulging, and his cheeks were rapidly swollen and deformed, revealing his death.
Mingyao only took a quick glance and began to tremble like a sieve. He pinched his philtrum tremblingly to prevent himself from fainting.
The male ghost's palm was burned by Ming Yao, and blood was dripping. He was in great pain. After a long while, he stood up in a panic. He looked at Ming Yao with wariness and resentment: "Ghost-making talisman? Are you from the fairy mountain?"
"The wife of Immortal Lord Xuan Hui is... naturally from the Immortal Mountain."
Mingyao didn't know what the talisman he was talking about was, but since the evil ghost knew about the fairy mountain, she wanted to take advantage of the situation and try to use Xuanhui's reputation to intimidate the male ghost in front of her.
However, the male ghost was not as fearful as she expected. Instead, his eyes were filled with greed. "Are you the bait worth thousands of gold?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingyao subconsciously clenched his hands.
A hundred years ago, after she and Xuan Hui formed a blood pact, Xuan Hui tried to cleanse her marrow with magical herbs and elixirs in order to rebuild her spiritual veins. Unfortunately, no matter how many good things entered her body, they had little effect. Instead, she was cultivated into a low-end version of Tang Monk's flesh, which was very attractive to demons and ghosts.
Later, this matter gradually became known to the monks in the fairy mountain, and some people mocked her as a human bait that Xuan Hui spent a fortune to refine, just to catch ghosts.
How does he know?
The male ghost looked at her as if he were staring at raw meat caught in a trap. He lowered his voice, trying to seduce Mingyao: "Your mortal adulterer is dead. This ghost-controlling talisman can't protect you for long. Why don't you come with me? I only need to drink a little of your blood every day, and you can still live."
Ming Yao was indifferent and even wanted to sneer.
In this world, never believe a greedy person who says he will save something for tomorrow.
Seeing that Mingyao didn't take the bait, the male ghost quickly lost his patience and whispered threats.
"My dear, I'm going to talk to you nicely. Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit." He looked at Mingyao's red dress with a cold gaze. "You and your adulterer ate Aning, and you broke the rules of Ghost Town in the first place."
"If you cause trouble at the Ghost God Temple or Mount Xuyou, you won't have any advantage. You'll be whipped so hard that your soul will be damaged, and you'll suffer torture every day. It's better for you to follow me."
His cold gaze lingered over Mingyao, revealing a sickening expression: "Between humans and ghosts, there are many happy things... too."
Mingyao felt a little angry when he heard the obscene words of the male ghost in front of him.
But she knew that such a person said such obscene words just to see her angry and helpless.
The angrier she got, the happier he became.
Mingyao didn't want him to succeed, so he tried hard to control his fluctuating emotions and just held the human soul in silence.
Seeing this, the male ghost lost interest and the smile on his lips turned cold. He weighed the sickle in his hand, said no more, and suddenly attacked. The sickle flew out of his hand and chopped straight towards Mingyao's head.
Mingyao was shocked and hugged Xuanhui's soul. He subconsciously fell to the side and barely avoided the blade.
There was still a blood mark on the neck.
"As expected of a worthwhile bait, it smells so good." The bloodstains on the sickle were licked clean by the male ghost.
Mingyao felt nauseous and was still frightened.
"Although I can't touch you directly, I have many ways to make you suffer." The greed and malice in the male ghost's eyes became increasingly undisguised. He chopped with the sickle again, as if teasing, and this time it cut Mingyao's calf.
Mingyao was panting, tightly grasping Xuanhui Renhun's hand, her body trembling slightly. If this continued, if it happened a few more times, she would die.
She closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and stood up shakily.
"Okay. I...I'll go with you."
As he spoke, in order to show his sincerity, Mingyao pinched the corner of the talisman that was stuck to his body with his backhand.
"But... I, I'm afraid of ghosts." Mingyao seemed unable to hold on, tears welled up in her eyes, and the circles around her eyes were red. She was born thin, and now that she was frightened, she looked even more pitiful.
The male ghost trembled with excitement when he saw her so weak and helpless.
Afraid of ghosts? What's so difficult about that?
His eyes fell on the adulterer who had just died.
There just happened to be a recently deceased donor for him to possess.
He first tasted the wife of Immortal Lord Xuanhui, and then... swallowed her flesh and blood mouthful by mouthful.
Anyway, he was just a mortal without a spiritual vein, so what if he was Xuan Hui's wife? Who knows, the Immortal Lord might even have to thank him for helping him deal with a troublesome matter.
The male ghost was so angry that he put away the sickle in his hand, made a hand gesture, and quickly possessed Xuanhui's soul.
Mingyao's eyebrows jumped, and the moment the male ghost possessed him, he clenched the small knife that had been hidden in his sleeve and rushed over. The talisman paper stuck to Xuanhui's forehead, and the small knife was against his Shentingxue.
He fell into the trap, the male ghost fell into the trap. Her legs felt a little weak and she couldn't believe that things were going so smoothly.
Just now, when the male ghost swung his sickle, a very subtle voice reached her ears: "Let him possess me."
The sound was so soft that she almost thought it was an illusion. She clenched the human soul's hand tightly, hoping to get some feedback, but there was no response.
Time was pressing and she couldn't wait too long.
The person under him slowly opened his eyes.
"Who am I?" Ming Yao held her breath and concentrated. She needed to confirm whether it was Xuan Hui or the male ghost who had woken up.
Under the sharp blade, Xuanxiu looked at the woman with red eyes in front of him.
This was the slowest he had ever woken up, and the power was reluctantly repairing his fatal wounds.
There's still some pain left.
"Answer me!" The woman holding the sharp knife raised her voice and became more nervous because of his hesitation.
Having just died once, Xuanxiu was a little dazed.
Years ago, someone had pointed a sharp knife at his vitals, demanding, "Answer me! Why did you let that demon go?"
"I can't beat him."
"You're lying!" The man stabbed him in the heart with a sword, his expression frantic. "You possess all the power of the immortals. How could you not be able to kill a monster?"
Blood gushed out of his body, and his five senses gradually disappeared along with the sword in his heart. However, the man just glanced at him coldly and turned away without any care.
That day was the twentieth year of his life in this world and the 342nd time he "died".
He slowly came back to his senses and saw the woman in front of him still waiting for his answer.
"Mingyao." He called out her name.
The hilt of the knife slipped from her hand, and tears dripped from her big, round eyes into his eyes, feeling a little cold.
He cried again. When he was in the fairy mountain, few people cried at his grave. He would wake up again and again anyway, so tears always seemed a little redundant.
"Why did you die suddenly just now?" She didn't notice his abnormality. She cried and wiped her tears, got up in a panic, and pulled him towards the city gate without any delay, but she couldn't stop sobbing.
"Could you please tell me before you die next time?"
"……good."
"What about the male ghost?"
"Dead."
"oh."
Mingyao was exhausted. Although he still had some doubts, he didn't have the energy to ask any more questions.
The two finally left the ghost town.
The wind was strong at the city gate, blowing up the red robes of the two men. Ming Yao felt a little cold and hid behind Renhun.
The wind has died down a bit.
After taking a few more steps.
Mingyao realized something was wrong. Now that they had left the ghost town, human souls should have lost their physical form. How could they still shield her from the wind?
"Miss Ming."
Before he could figure it out, a voice with a hint of coldness interrupted Mingyao's thoughts.
A light came on ahead.
It is made of emerald jade and has immortal power as its core. It shines with a bright white light and does not look like an ordinary object.
People from Xianshan?
Mingyao then realized that he had released the signal fuse earlier.
Coming so quickly?
Mingyao was delighted. It was just right. He could let these monks see how he single-handedly rescued Xuanhui's soul from the ghost town. It would also make him feel proud.
Mingyao stuck his head out from behind the human soul, wanting to see which immortal king from the fairy mountain had come.
This look made me a little stunned.
The person who came was dressed in the usual white brocade robe of the fairy mountain, with black hair tied up high. There was a familiar coldness and aloofness between his brows, and a pair of slightly upturned affectionate eyes that were very solemn, just like an immortal god enshrined in the temple who had come down to earth.
Seeing her looking at him, the man drooped his eyelashes and looked down at her: "Miss Ming, are you okay?"
It’s Xuan Hui.
This tone and this expression are unique in the world. It must be Xuan Hui.
"Husband..." She murmured to the visitor.
Isn’t Xuanhui’s soul lost and unconscious on the fairy mountain?
Xuan Hui is here, so who is the husband she has been calling for several days in the ghost town?
"It's been many years since we last met, brother." A clear male voice sounded in her ear at the right time, clearing up her confusion.
Brother?
Mingyao was struck by lightning. She turned her head to look at him and met a pair of gentle eyes that were completely different from Xuanhui's.
"So Miss Ming is my brother's wife. Then I should call you...sister-in-law." The person in front of her bowed slightly to her, and said gracefully, "What a coincidence."
The word "sister-in-law" exploded in Mingyao's head.
Mingyao looked at the red robes they were both wearing, and then glanced at Xuanhui's white robe.
I felt like I was struck by lightning.
She and Xuanhui's brother were dressed in red, looking like newlyweds, while Xuanhui was dressed in white, looking like an insignificant outsider.
It's over.
She even made a mistake in admitting her husband, with whom she had been together for 180 years. How can she still talk about being infatuated? How can her character be saved?
She returned to Xuan Hui in a daze and carefully took his sleeve: "Husband, are you okay?"
Not far away, Xuanxiu stood quietly by.
There will be more wind at night.
Mingyao's red robe danced in the wind, and he silently glanced at her robe of the same color as his.
But the moment they missed each other, they met his brother's eyes.
Indifferent, yet vigilant.
He curled his lips and smiled, his expression gentle.
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