Mu Liuguang met Yan Chiyu's gaze and froze slightly. His seemingly calm eyes flashed with a chilling coldness, and his deep, midnight-sea-like gaze seemed to possess the power to see into people's hearts.
Que Guanghuai stepped forward, blocking the point where their eyes met.
"Brother Yan..."
"What's there to be nervous about? I was just asking casually." Yan Chiyu withdrew his lazy gaze, a tiny smile curving his lips.
Wu Yue tapped Yan Chiyu's arm almost imperceptibly with her finger, signaling him to stop making sarcastic remarks.
Then, looking up, he said, "There's no rush to fulfill my wish. Old Que, take Miss Mu around for a stroll, and we'll meet at the main gate later."
"But she can't leave the old town. What will we do when we get back to the hotel tonight?"
"So you mean you want to take her back to the hotel?"
Single guy Qian Bolun felt he had to chime in, saying he had experienced a lot of stress in just half an hour and was under pressure that he shouldn't be under at his age.
Que Guanghuai grunted, a little embarrassed, and pursed his lips, "Since I brought her out of the Aurora River, of course I have to take full responsibility. Besides, I also have to fulfill her wish."
Qian Bolun glanced at his childhood friend. Perhaps because he couldn't see Mu Liuguang, he spoke without much restraint. "Are you stupid? You're talking about wishes. Don't you understand what her wish is? I bet it's related to Que Linhuai. Hmm, it's to have Que Linhuai come and marry her, right? What do you plan to do about this?"
Although Qian Bolun wasn't as professional as Wu Yue and the others, he had read quite a few related books in the Qian family's 200-square-meter study. Que Guanghuai, who was clueless about feng shui, couldn't possibly know as much as he did.
"You just swore you'd fulfill someone's wish..."
Qian Bolun sneered, "You don't mean you're planning to marry her in place of Que Linhuai, do you? Marrying a ghost? Are you crazy?! Do you think this is something that can be done casually? How naive!"
Qian Bolun's incisive observation caused Que Guanghuai's face to pal slightly for a moment. Lunzi was right; he had guessed what Mu Liuguang's obsession was and understood that he would take action.
Just as Qian Bolun was about to persuade his friend again, Wu Yue suddenly spoke up: "Yin Nu Hun existed before the Han Dynasty and was most popular in the Song Dynasty. It has basically been banned now, except for some southern regions where it is still preserved."
Qian Bolun glanced at the girl's profile. He trusted Wu Yue. Seeing her speak, he fell silent and stood aside as a silent observer.
“Old Que, it’s not impossible for you to marry Miss Mu. However, once you are betrothed, even if Miss Mu goes to the underworld to be reincarnated, as long as you don’t divorce, this marriage will be valid, and you can’t deny it. Furthermore… if you meet someone you want to spend your life with, you can’t marry her. Do you understand?”
Upon hearing this, Mu Liuguang moved to the side, her golden hairpin swaying gently as she lowered her head.
“There must be another way.” Que Guanghuai scratched his hair in slight frustration. His appearance was already that of a noble young master, but now that he had messed up his hair, he looked somewhat cute. “How about I find a skilled craftsman at the wax museum to sculpt a lifelike Que Linhuai and have him marry Miss Mu?”
"I'll give you a look; figure it out yourself," Wu Yue said coolly, glancing at him.
Seeing Wu Yue's slightly furrowed brows, Yan Chiyu finally set off: "With the mark of the Taotie on her, and Miss Mu cultivating the Ghost Path, she won't disappear unless Mu Junyan herself comes to collect her soul."
Everyone understood that when he said "disappeared," he meant "vanished into nothingness."
The boy took a long stride and stood in front of Que Guanghuai. He raised his hand with its sharp, angular bones, and touched Que Guanghuai's brow with the pad of his index finger. A faint, star-like blue hue flowed from his fingertip and quickly disappeared into another connection point.
"Consider it a debt from your past life, then you'll have to take responsibility for it. The dot I placed on your forehead is to protect you from the influence of ghosts and evil spirits. You can take her anywhere. The National Day holiday is over... but there's still a long way to go."
Yan Chiyu's tone was very calm, like a calm lake without any ripples, which made Que Guanghuai feel inexplicably at ease.
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