Chapter 8 Chapter 8 What kind of marriage is this?
"Husband, why are you here? Your soul..." Isn't it gone? Wasn't it lost in the ghost town?
Mingyao's head was buzzing at this moment. What was going on?
"The soul has returned to its place." Xuan Hui didn't explain further. He lowered his eyes to see the blood and tears on her face. He took out Fang Jiao Xiao from his sleeve and handed it to her. "Are you okay?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Ming Yao took the silk and wiped it casually. When he saw the bloodstains, he remembered that there was a person next to him who had just been stabbed through the heart and lungs.
"The blood isn't mine, it's—" Mingyao didn't know his name yet, so he could only mumble, "It's my brother-in-law's blood."
Mingyao glanced at Xuanxiu quickly. At this moment, Xuanxiu was standing alone in the wind. The red clothes on his chest were stained dark by blood, and his face was frighteningly pale. When he saw her looking at him, although he showed a hint of smile, it seemed a little forced.
Mingyao recalled the scene when he lost his breath and fell in her arms.
She originally thought that he was Xuan Hui's human soul. Although he had a physical body in the ghost town, the injuries he suffered were just the externalization of the spiritual power contained in the human soul. As long as the spiritual power was not exhausted, it would not be surprising for him to "resurrect from the dead."
But... if he were a human... could the cultivators in the Immortal Mountain achieve this level?
Red clothes, black hair, skin so white that it is almost transparent, and his always gentle and unchanging smile.
Mingyao tugged at Xuanhui's sleeve and suddenly shuddered.
After all, they had shared hardships. Although Mingyao felt that this matter was a bit sinister when he thought about it, he still tried his best to suppress his panic and looked up to tell Xuanhui about his injuries: "Just now, in order to save me, he was stabbed through and bled for half a mile. Do you have any medicine with you?"
Xuan Hui looked over there upon hearing this. He could see clearly what Mingyao couldn't see.
The wound is no longer serious.
Xuan Hui suppressed the disgust in his eyes: "He doesn't need it."
Mingyao was stunned, and only then did he realize that there was a somewhat cold atmosphere between the two of them.
Aren’t they… brothers?
Why are you so cold?
"Thank you for your concern, sister-in-law. I really can't use it." Xuanxiu seemed unconcerned. He walked closer and reminded with a smile, "Brother, give your medicine to sister-in-law. She was injured by an evil ghost in the ghost town, and the ghost energy entered her consciousness. Although she has survived for the time being, the remaining ghost energy still requires your concern."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hui's gaze narrowed slightly and fell on Ming Yao's wound.
"Ghost Town is quite far from the Immortal Mountain. My brother wants to take us back to the mountain together, but I'm afraid it will be troublesome. Besides, my sister-in-law may not be able to stand the journey now." Xuanxiu seemed to see through Xuanhui's thoughts and suggested, "Why don't we find a place to rest nearby?"
Mingyao agreed very much. Her legs and feet were weak now, and she didn't want to be carried back to the mountain on a flying sword by Xuanhui again. Just thinking about it made her feel like her bones were about to fall apart.
Seeing Mingyao's thoughts, Xuanhui did not refuse.
So Xuanxiu led the way and went to find a place to rest.
On the way, Mingyao asked about Xianshan's recent situation. She originally wanted to find out whether the culprit who knocked her unconscious and threw her into Xianshan had been found.
But Xuanhui said that the mountain master was very angry because she disobeyed the ban of the fairy mountain and went into the ghost town alone to look for someone.
I'm afraid I'll be put in solitary confinement after returning to the mountain.
Mingyao was speechless for a moment. If she remembered correctly, hadn't the mountain master also come to persuade her to enter the ghost town to search for human souls?
Now she has turned against him, is she trying to protect the monk who threw her into the ghost town?
She was clearly the victim, but now she has to take the blame because of a few casual words.
Mingyao thought that she would not bear the blame, and was about to explain it to Xuanhui. Just as she blurted out Xuanhui's name, she suddenly had an idea and realized something -
A mortal woman took great risks and went into the ghost town alone to search for her husband's soul. Such deep affection should be able to offset the small mistake of recognizing the wrong person.
Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Xuan Hui looked at her.
Mingyao, who had figured it out, changed the subject: "The mountain master was right. It's my fault for being so worried about my husband that I entered the ghost town without caring about anything."
"Thank goodness, my husband is here to protect me." Mingyao was so focused on redeeming her image that she kept saying all the nice things she could. "This is how I can see my husband again."
Outside the ghost town, there are few people.
With two people behind and one person in front, the honey-mixed sounds naturally reached Xuanxiu's ears.
Husband's Blessing
Xuanxiu recited it silently in his mind, reading out the ambiguity in it. He caught a glimpse of Xuanhui's slightly cold expression out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but feel a little amused.
Hundreds of years ago, when that person was still alive, he screened the candidates for Xuan Hui's first wife again and again. Those who had not reached the Golden Elixir stage within a hundred years were not included in the selection range.
Who would have thought that hundreds of years later, all the efforts would be in vain.
None of that man's plans came to fruition.
Xuan Hui had not yet ascended to heaven, and Tian Ming Ren had not yet died. Not only had she not died, she had also become Xuan Hui's first wife.
The smile on Xuanxiu's lips deepened.
A person destined by heaven has no origin, no way back, no marriage, and no friends, so he cannot calculate her fate.
If that's the case, then what kind of marriage is it between Xuanhui and her?
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The night is late and the dew is heavy.
Fortunately, after walking about a mile, the three of them saw an inn, but it looked a bit dilapidated.
The plaque in front of the door was crooked and covered with cobwebs.
The house was built too short and narrow, with low beams and short pillars. Mingyao was thin and not very tall, so he felt a little cramped when he came in, not to mention Xuanhui and Xuanxiu.
The location and orientation are also strange, not very ventilated, and the whole inn is filled with a smell of moldy wood.
The shopkeeper was a young woman, dressed in mourning clothes. She sat on a low stool with a sad face and kept throwing paper money into the stove in front of her.
Mingyao had just come out of the ghost town. Although he found the situation weird, he could still bear it.
Seeing someone coming, the shopkeeper wiped the tears from his face and stood up to greet: "How many rooms do you want, sir?"
"Two rooms."
"Three."
"No, no, no, two rooms." Mingyao was startled when he heard Xuanhui change the two rooms Xuanxiu mentioned to three rooms, and quickly refused.
Normally, Xuan Hui, as the male protagonist in the book, wanted to keep the future female protagonist innocent and sleep in a separate room from her, and she had no objection.
She would never live alone in this eerie house not far from a ghost town.
Mingyao agreed firmly: "Two."
When she said two rooms, the woman in front of her looked up at her strangely, but she didn't say anything more. She handed them two wooden signs and said, "Two rooms next to each other on the far right of the third floor. Don't go the wrong way."
After saying that, the woman sat alone on a low stool and started burning paper money.
Mingyao followed Xuanhui and Xuanxiu upstairs. The stairs of this inn were narrow, high and narrow. Mingyao could still barely stand straight, but Xuanhui and Xuanxiu could not.
After some effort, I reached the room.
Mingyao was about to push the door open, but he didn't see Xuanhui following him.
"I have something to say to him, you rest first." Xuan Hui always spoke concisely.
"How about I accompany you?" It was pitch black all around and Mingyao really didn't want to be alone.
Xuanxiu handed the candlestick in his hand to Mingyao and said softly, "Don't be afraid, sister-in-law. Keep the candlestick lit and no ghosts will come to bother you."
Seeing that the two of them really had something important to discuss, Mingyao had no choice but to give up. He took the candlestick from Xuanxiu's hand, pushed the door open and walked in.
As soon as she entered, Mingyao understood why the shopkeeper downstairs looked at her strangely.
The room was narrow, with only a small skylight, which was not enough for more than a few people to stand in. What was even worse was that there was no bed in the room... only a black wooden coffin.
Mingyao immediately backed out. If she had known this would happen, she would rather die than leave her body uneaten than return to the fairy mountain with Xuanhui's sword.
Mingyao immediately wanted to push the door open, but the door seemed to be sealed and no matter how hard Mingyao pushed, it would not budge.
Seeing that he couldn't push the door, Mingyao wanted to shout to call Xuanhui back, but somehow, he fell asleep in a daze and didn't even notice the slightly hot candle oil dripping on his fingertips.
It was not until he sighed softly that Mingyao regained consciousness.
"Poor thing." A gentle voice sounded in my ears, "Do you want to hear your husband's true words?"
Mingyao opened her eyes hazily, and saw a beautiful woman in front of her, looking at her with a look of great pity.
Mingyao subconsciously felt that something was wrong. How could a woman hang on someone else's beam in the middle of the night, wearing lipstick and blush, and talk?
There was a moment of panic, but it disappeared completely when the woman's soft hand touched the side of her face.
So gentle, a bit like Ms. Ming.
So Mingyao nodded obediently and responded to her: "Okay."
"Good girl." The woman touched Mingyao's head, and in a very twisted posture, she gracefully descended from the beam and smiled at Mingyao, "Come with me."
Mingyao was at a loss. How could he follow?
Just when he was wondering, Ming Yao suddenly felt his body lighten, and like the woman, his feet left the ground and floated out of the house.
It was strange. The narrow room seemed much more spacious just now. Mingyao felt drowsy and drunk. He followed the woman around and around until he came to a backyard.
The woman floated to a tall tree in the yard, waved at her, and she floated up as well.
Under the tree were two men, one in white and the other in red, standing opposite each other.
The woman kindly pointed for her: "See? That's your husband."
Mingyao narrowed her eyes. Her left eye vision was 4.8 and her right eye vision was 4.6. She was slightly nearsighted. Although the woman had just pointed out someone for her, she didn't see clearly the direction she was pointing. Who was her husband?
Red or white?
Under the tree, the man in red seemed to be saying something to the man in white, but the tree was too high and too far away, so Mingyao couldn't hear clearly.
I can only watch helplessly.
Soon, the two finished talking and left.
The woman beside her showed a slightly indignant expression and looked at her: "As expected, your husband is not happy with you."
Mingyao blinked, feeling guilty as if the teacher had called on him for being distracted in class. He nodded and replied, "Oh."
Her dry answer obviously did not satisfy the woman in front of her.
"Aren't you angry?" The woman looked at her with a frown.
Mingyao was very good at reading people's expressions. Seeing this, he nodded quickly and said, "I'm angry." Then he frowned hard to show that he was really angry.
The woman was reluctantly satisfied. A hint of bloodshot flashed across her dark pupils, and her gentle voice turned shrill, "Since you are angry... then he must pay the price."
Her slender fingers touched Mingyao's eyebrows, and a wisp of black air followed the woman's fingertips and entered Mingyao's body.
The woman's eyes gradually softened, and she gently stroked Mingyao's hair. "Go, and make sure those who betrayed their hearts pay the price."
After saying this, the woman disappeared lightly in front of Mingyao.
When the black air entered her body, Mingyao felt her heart alternately hot and cold, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. In her mind, a voice began to urge her to find the unfaithful person.
Mingyao was dizzy from the noise, and finally figured out what she was supposed to do. But... who was her husband, the red one or the white one?
Seeing that the two men were about to walk into the house, Mingyao could no longer hesitate and could only randomly choose the one who looked easier to bully.
He quietly followed the man in red and followed him into the house.
He didn't turn on the light, Mingyao was a little afraid of the dark.
I'm thinking of just changing it.
Just as he turned around to leave, the man grabbed the back of his collar. Mingyao panicked and subconsciously tried to break free.
But then a light laugh was heard - "Where did the female ghost come from?"
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