"Ask, ask them?"
Gu Jinding's face turned pale.
But when he turned around, he saw that the pale ghost faces were not as ferocious as he had imagined, but rather seemed sincere. He made up his mind and walked out.
"Why did you come to thank me?"
Crash...
Hundreds of ghosts knelt down and kowtowed to Gu Jinding in unison.
"Thank you so much for burning paper money for us. We originally didn't have the money to reincarnate, but it was because you burned paper money for us that we were able to buy the qualification to reincarnate."
Gu Jinding's thoughts went back to half a month ago, when he was escorting a caravan and encountered a village that was massacred by horse thieves.
The village was full of skeletons, and he wanted to do more good deeds, so he bought some paper money to burn for them.
"So it's you guys!"
"Yes, that's us. We have no way to repay you for your kindness. We can only take this opportunity to express our gratitude."
Gu Jinding wanted to say that this was actually not necessary.
"Third brother, the kneeling of the hundred ghosts is a very heavy thank you gift. This thank you gift can remove the bad luck from you."
Fubao’s voice came.
It turns out that this is the reason why the hundreds of ghosts came to find him.
"Benefactor, it's time for us to go back. May you live a happy life!"
Although it is the Ghost Festival, the ghosts do not wander around freely all night. They come out of the underworld within a time limit and are released in batches at a time. Otherwise, if all the ghosts are released, improper management may easily cause disasters.
The hundred ghosts achieved their wish and turned to leave the Imperial Master's Mansion.
"Sister, Third Brother suddenly feels that ghosts are not that scary."
They even know how to be grateful.
"Yeah, just like people, some are good and some are bad, ghosts are the same."
Fubao explained: "However, good ghosts generally don't come out to scare people randomly, so everyone thinks ghosts are scary and dangerous."
Gu Jinding was like a studious baby, listening to his sister sharing knowledge about ghosts.
"Old Three, did you really see a ghost just now?"
Wang Yanran came back to her senses. Although she didn't see the ghost just now, she heard the conversation between her son and daughter clearly.
"Yeah, Mom, ghosts aren't that scary."
Gu Jinding described the process of seeing ghosts and said that he burned paper money for those ghosts.
"Does reincarnation in the underworld even cost money?"
Wang Yanran's attention shifted to money.
Fu Bao frowned and said, "It shouldn't be necessary, but those ghosts didn't lie. Maybe the King of Hell is not managing things properly now..."
Hearing Fubao's complaints about the King of Hell, Wang Yanran's face turned pale.
"Fubao, it's late, why don't we go to bed?"
From the Buddhist temple, the sound of chanting can be heard faintly, giving people a sense of security.
There was some moonlight in the sky, and the peaceful wind was sleepy, making people yawn uncontrollably.
Wang Yanran narrowed her eyes. Perhaps it was too late and she was very sleepy.
Gu Jinding was shocked to find that his mother's hand, which was originally holding Fubao, had loosened.
He hurriedly caught Fubao with one hand and supported his mother with the other.
"Mother, mother!"
But no matter how he called, Wang Yanran did not wake up.
"Someone, someone!"
The servants outside seemed not to have heard him. He called out many times but no one came in to help.
"Third brother, something is wrong, very wrong."
Fubao keenly sensed a sense of evil.
"Third brother, put mother to bed first, then carry me out."
Gu Jinding's hair stood on end again. He put Wang Yanran on the bed and walked out carefully with his sister in his arms.
The chanting in the Buddhist temple had stopped. As they passed by the temple, they saw that the monks had fallen asleep on their cushions.
In the corridor, the maids and servants also fell asleep leaning against the pillars.
Walking out of the Imperial Master's Mansion, the streets were silent, as if the whole world had fallen into tranquility.
"Why, why is it so quiet?"
Gu Jinding walked along holding Fubao, and everyone fell asleep. People in the inn, tavern, and even the brothel were all intoxicated.
"No, could it be that everyone in the capital is asleep?"
Fubao looked intently towards the palace. Inside the palace, a strong evil aura was swirling in the air.
"Third brother, hurry up, go to the palace!"
Gu Jinding's expression was startled. Could something have happened in the palace?
He quickened his pace and entered the palace. The palace, which was usually heavily guarded, had no obstructions at this moment. Gu Jinding carried Fubao in his arms, walked around the unconscious guards, and went directly to the emperor's bedroom.
The evil aura emanating from the emperor is the strongest in the entire capital.
If it weren't for the emperor's true dragon identity, he would have died long ago.
But even if he wasn't dead yet, his true dragon energy was almost exhausted.
Once the true dragon energy is exhausted, he will die completely. To die completely means that even his soul is dead, and there will be no chance of reincarnation.
"Third brother, quickly take the knife, cut my finger, and drip my blood on the emperor's brow."
Fubao's tone was anxious, and Gu Jinding frowned deeply.
But he didn't dare to disobey his sister. He knew very well that this was a very critical moment and any delay could cost the emperor's life.
He quickly used the knife he carried with him to cut a small cut on his sister's finger and dripped blood onto the emperor's forehead.
Suddenly, the evil spirit from the emperor dissipated.
Those evil spirits wanted to continue sweeping across ancient times, but with the blessing of Fubao's blood, the emperor was no longer attacked by these evil spirits.
After about a cup of tea, the emperor slowly woke up.
"Fubao?"
He looked at Fubao beside him in surprise, somewhat confused about what was going on.
"Uncle Emperor, someone has cast a curse, enveloping the entire capital in evil spirits, and is trying to kill you..."
The emperor remembered that he had suddenly felt unusually sleepy!
"Fubao, do you know who wants to kill me?"
Today is the Ghost Festival, and that person used magic to harm him. Even if he was found dead tomorrow, people would think it was the work of ghosts.
That man had a good plan.
If it weren’t for Fubao, I’m afraid that person would have succeeded!
"Uncle Emperor, if that person fails, he will definitely come looking for you again. You must make arrangements."
Fubao yawned. After finishing her important work, she was going to sleep. Children need to have a good rest.
As the emperor woke up, the guards also woke up.
Eunuch Wang rubbed his eyes and ran in to check the situation. He was greatly relieved to see that the emperor was fine.
"Damn it, I fell asleep without knowing why."
The emperor did not blame him. He asked him to immediately gather people and hide in the dark, pretending to be still unconscious.
Eunuch Wan's heart skipped a beat. He was afraid that someone was trying to murder the emperor while he was sleeping.
He didn't dare to stay and went down to do the work immediately.
After arranging everything, he returned to the pillar that had fallen before, hugged the pillar and "fell asleep".
About another cup of tea later, footsteps were heard outside the hall.
"Didn't they say the dog emperor couldn't survive the midnight hour? Why isn't he dead yet?"
The voice sounded like that of the imperial concubine who had been imprisoned in the cold palace.
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