This ghostly thing resembled a human, but it was completely black from head to toe, making it impossible to see any face. Only a set of large, white, menacing teeth could reveal that it was a human being.
I now feel the urge to kill any ghost I see.
Unfortunately, the soul has no physical form. After I grabbed it, it slunk away from my hand like a wisp of smoke moments later.
Let him slip away right under my nose; consider it good luck.
Just then, Qingyan led a doctor carrying a medical kit into the house.
I saw the doctor sitting on my bed, carefully taking my pulse.
Qingyan stood to the side with a sullen face, waiting impatiently for the doctor's pulse diagnosis: "How is it?"
The doctor shook his head with great regret: "Although her wounds have long since healed, she has indeed stopped breathing and will probably never wake up again. Young lady, you should bury her as soon as possible."
“She’s not breathing, but her body hasn’t decomposed, so she must still be alive!” Qingyan said, unwilling to give up.
"Perhaps it's because the girl took her own secret remedy, but she really isn't breathing..."
The doctor only said the last sentence weakly.
At this moment, Qingyan angrily threw the doctor's medical kit away, saying, "You have no ability yourself, yet you say others are not breathing!"
The doctor scrambled out, carrying his medicine box, without daring to look back.
From afar, the doctor's cursing could still be heard: "I'm just telling the truth... It's such a waste to spend so much money every day buying Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng to nourish a dead person..."
I stood next to Qingyan and patted her on the shoulder: "Well done, you're still so filial to me, I'm very gratified."
However, Qingyan could neither see nor hear my words.
Only a gentle breeze brushed the stray hairs from Qingyan's cheeks and around her ears.
Who knew this girl couldn't resist praise?
I had just finished praising her when I heard her wave her hand and summon a group of people who stepped in from outside. She said very calmly, "Give this young lady a proper burial."
"Here you go!"
As soon as they finished speaking, they seemed ready to drag me out and give me a proper burial.
Seeing this, I immediately lay back down, clutching my slightly aching chest, and sat up in bed with a hint of resentment and anger: "Bury my ass! I'm not dead yet!"
My words had barely left my mouth when they startled the men who were about to lift my spirit body, causing them to turn pale and stagger backward: "It's a zombie!"
Upon seeing this, Qingyan's eyes sparkled with delight.
In an instant, he turned around and walked up to me with a gloomy expression: "You swore the first thing you said after waking up? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning and taken away by the King of Hell again?"
Instead of answering her question directly, I suddenly said in a serious tone, "I'm thirsty!"
"Hahaha... I'll pour tea for Miss Ahua!"
Outside, the young prince suddenly stepped into the room with a smile on his face.
"I heard the news of Ahua's awakening from afar, so I rushed over to visit her!"
The prince condescended to pour me tea and then walked up to me and handed me the tea.
Without any hesitation, I took the teacup, tilted my head back, and drank the tea in one gulp.
But finding it rather dull, he smacked his lips and said, "Alcohol is much more satisfying. I want to drink!"
The prince and Qingyan looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Ha ha!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as I woke up, this wealthy prince prepared a welcome banquet for me.
The food and wine were plentiful, and I enjoyed myself to the fullest.
But the prince finally raised his wine cup and invited me, saying, "Now, young lady, you can rest assured and continue to rely on me, right?"
The news that I single-handedly wiped out three thousand soldiers spread throughout the entire dynasty!
Therefore, everyone believed the exaggerated rumor that the prince had two peerless masters by his side who could withstand an army of ten thousand.
That's why this land was able to enjoy a moment of peace.
But the plague here continues to spread.
The people were displaced and the situation was unstable.
However, the emperor of this dynasty simply abandoned the city and closed its gates, preventing the group from entering or leaving the capital.
Prince Shila had the world in his heart. He distributed porridge and grain in this place and helped the sick and suffering elderly, thus winning the hearts of the people.
I heard there was another reason why this young prince rebelled against the court.
That is because he was originally the eldest son of the previous emperor and the crown prince.
After his father, the emperor, passed away due to illness, Prince Shila was still young, so his uncle temporarily took over the administration of the court. The uncle agreed to three conditions, and the throne would be passed on to Prince Shila after his death.
However, his uncle broke his promise and passed the throne to his own son, and poisoned him, leaving him weak and frail for many years. In order to recuperate, he was exiled to this place.
They also imprisoned and controlled his mother as a hostage, preventing this Prince Shi from making any rash moves.
I thought he would die with resentment, his body frail and weak.
But after meeting me, his resentment and hope were rekindled, giving him a rebellious spirit.
The prince spoke passionately and indignantly about his lofty ambitions.
But I didn't care at all. I was carrying a pot of old wine and savoring it slowly. I felt lightheaded, but all I could think about was Zhou Yu.
I swayed my drunken body and refused his request to do something for me.
I am utterly disgusted by this kind of infighting in officialdom.
So he made an excuse to slip away from the banquet, grabbed a wine jug, and found a quiet, deserted spot under a big tree, ready to get drunk.
But as soon as I came out, I felt like there was a pair of strange eyes watching me.
That pitch-black ghostly thing, with its sinisterly large white teeth bared, hovered behind me and never left.
He follows me wherever I go, and whenever I turn around to look at him, he just grins with his big white teeth.
With blurry, drunken eyes, I squinted at the dark, indistinct thing, grabbed a torch from the roadside, and chased after it, shouting, "Believe it or not, I'll burn you to death!"
I chased after it with a torch, while the dark figure fled in panic.
How could I let him go? I don't have magic, but I've learned a little bit of the mortal ghost-catching spells, which should be more than enough to deal with this soulless little thing.
Finally, the dark figure raised its hands and begged me for mercy: "Girl, spare my life! If I hadn't been by your side blocking the spiritual energy surging from your heart, you would have been discovered by the surrounding evil spirits and had all your spiritual energy sucked away!"
So, I should thank you, right?
“If you are willing to nurture me, my spiritual power will grow strong enough for me to transform into the appearance of the person you desire.”
I froze, looking at him with a complicated expression: "What did you say?"
"I have drunk your heart's blood, so I can hear your thoughts. You miss him dearly, but I can transform into his likeness to ease your longing for him!" the dark figure said softly.
But I suddenly said sadly, "No one can replace him..."
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