Having sufficient reason and status to openly stay by this kid's side, even without magic,
However, having read extensively, I have also learned some methods from books that ordinary people in the human world can summon souls without using magic.
Therefore, the quiet of the night is the best time for me to summon the spirit.
The only advantage of marrying this guy was that it made my soul-summoning process much easier.
Perhaps I was too impatient or eager, but I performed the soul-summoning ritual every day and night.
Not a single trace of Wen Heng's soul was summoned.
Instead, it attracted a bunch of hanged ghosts with long tongues sticking out, starving ghosts crying for food, and all sorts of strange and bizarre ghosts with dead fish eyes.
A huge horde of ghosts lined up and cried out in a mournful, complaining voice in my ear every night, making my head spin.
Fortunately, mortals cannot hear or see these ghosts and monsters.
Otherwise, if ordinary people saw such a lineup of ghosts and monsters, I would have a few more cowards who would be scared to death.
There was even an arrogant old lecher who, stroking his chin and squinting at me, not only wanted to take advantage of me but also coveted my spiritual power.
Even more audacious, they attempted to seize Wen Heng's immortal body.
After all, Wen Heng and I have the bodies of cultivators. Even without magical power, ordinary ghosts and monsters would not dare to approach us casually.
The result was that their souls were annihilated by the powerful spiritual energy emanating from me and Wen Heng.
The moment that old lecher reached out, he was blasted into nothingness by our spiritual power.
I rubbed my forehead, puzzled: "How come I couldn't even summon a high-level soul? Is this spell only effective for summoning the souls of mortals?"
Finally, I clapped my hands and pointed at the pretty boy's face, who was lying on the bed sleeping like a dead pig.
Although I can't speak human language, I can speak fluent ghost language and say incoherently: "If you help me find this young master's soul, or if you have any way to summon this young master's soul back, I am willing to reward you with three days' worth of my spiritual power."
The group of little devils saw that the old lecherous ghost was reduced to ashes by the spiritual power emanating from me and Wen Heng.
They were either so frightened that they ran away in all directions, or so scared that they trembled and huddled in a corner, too afraid to make a sound.
Finally, an old ghost, trembling and shaky, floated up to me and said respectfully, "This young master does not appear to be an ordinary person. His scattered soul cannot be summoned at will using ordinary soul-summoning techniques. Young lady, your spiritual power is extraordinary. You can try using the soul-summoning technique at midnight on the day of the full moon each month."
Whether it will succeed depends on the young lady's abilities. After all, this young master's spirit is no ordinary being, and summoning a divine soul can damage one's primordial spirit.
I raised my eyebrows in thought. It seemed that this ghost was a seasoned old ghost, and what he said made some sense. Since there was no other way, I could only try it as a last resort.
I counted the days on my fingers and realized there was still some time until the next full moon. Luckily, Mr. and Mrs. Zhou had started getting busy in the fields recently, so I could finally have some peace and quiet and get a good night's sleep.
I kept my promise and gave the old ghost three days' worth of spiritual power, which is why I was unconscious for three days. I didn't think much of it because I knew that giving away three days' worth of spiritual power was just a matter of taking a nap in the blink of an eye.
Unexpectedly, this terrified the Zhou couple. When they saw me, who had been unconscious for three days before waking up,
With tears welling up in her eyes, Grandma Zhou took my hand and said, "Girl, you scared your father and mother to death! You have no idea how many methods your father tried to find the cause of your illness during the three days you were unconscious. We didn't dare close our eyes, fearing that you would just leave us without any warning..."
When Old Man Zhou saw that I had woken up, he didn't express himself as emotionally as Old Woman Zhou.
But without saying a word, he stewed the only old hen in the house and brought it in, saying, "Perhaps you've been too overworked lately and have lost your vitality. Drink some chicken soup to replenish your energy."
Having grown up unaware of the warmth between my parents, I was used to being carefree and self-centered. Looking at my parents, their eyes reddened and their faces weary, I felt guilty for not considering their feelings in the face of their care and worry.
Like a child, I threw myself into Grandma Zhou's arms and rubbed my head against her, wanting to savor the feeling of being held by my mother. Grandma Zhou gently stroked my head, and it felt so comforting...
"Where is Zhou Lang?" I asked, gesturing in inquiry.
I did all this for him. How come he's nowhere to be seen, even though he's the person involved? If we're talking about heartless people, then someone like him is a better match.
After Grandma Zhou understood my gestures...
But she said with great relief, "They say that once a man marries, he forgets his mother. Although this child often seemed foolish and unable to speak while you were unconscious, he seems to be quite clear-headed this time."
He sat by your bedside for three days and three nights, his face grim, like a stubborn fool. No one could drag him away. Today, your father saw he couldn't stay awake any longer and took him to bed while he was asleep.
Him? He'd be watching over me? I was incredulous.
Would someone who is usually silent and only knows how to laugh mindlessly really do this?
I ran into his room where he was fast asleep, stroked his chin, and gazed at his peacefully sleeping face.
He could only console himself with the explanation: "Maybe it's because I'm too charming!"
When he woke up and saw me, his eyes shone with an unprecedented excitement.
He grinned a clean, silly smile, stuck a little red flower on my head again, and called out, "Ah Hua."
I puffed out my cheeks and glared at him, muttering to myself, "Could you not wear it in such a tacky place like on your head?"
However, this time he seemed to sense my dissatisfaction and timidly took the flower off my head again.
He blinked his innocent eyes as always, like a child who had made a mistake.
Every time he puts on that innocent, obedient rabbit act, I can't help but laugh and cry at the same time. But now it seems he's not completely hopeless... he even knows how to read people's expressions.
The autumn harvest has recently come, and Mr. and Mrs. Zhou have been busy helping each other for more than half a month. Looking at the abundant sweet potatoes piled up in the yard, the two old people couldn't stop smiling.
I ate the crunchy, sweet sweet potato in my hand.
Looking at the smiling elderly couple, I was overjoyed. This was a harvest earned through hard work and sweat; how could I not be happy?
But when he turned around and saw that Wen Heng didn't have to do anything, just grinning foolishly and playing with the little flowers in his hand, he could enjoy a life of ease and comfort.
Looking down at my body, so busy and exhausted, covered in mud, and so tired that I fell asleep the moment I lay down, the sweet potato in my mouth suddenly didn't taste so good anymore.
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