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Zhou Ziqiu disliked being spoken to like that, and his reply was somewhat unpleasant: "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Su was taken aback by his tone, then turned back to him: "I'm sorry, I couldn't control my emotions... Please come in."
Since Wen Su had said so, Zhou Ziqiu let bygones be bygones and followed Wen Su into the mansion: "I don't know why you know about this place, but if you have any difficulties, just tell me and I will help you."
Wen Su heard this, but he didn't answer. He just stood in the main hall with his back to Zhou Ziqiu. Zhou Ziqiu followed his gaze and found that he was looking at the plaque above the main hall. In his opinion, the four characters "室雅兰香" (Shi Ya Lan Xiang) were written very well. The strokes were vigorous and powerful, and the bold and unrestrained strokes showed the calligrapher's open-mindedness.
“This was written by my grandfather.” Wen Su, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. He turned his head and smiled when he saw Zhou Ziqiu’s surprised expression. “Why are you so surprised? Didn’t you and Cui Yongle already know?”
Wen Su still heard it.
Zhou Ziqiu believed that he had deliberately lowered his voice at the time, so it could only be that Wen Su had deliberately used magic to eavesdrop.
Since they had already been overheard, Zhou Ziqiu nodded generously, not caring how Wen Su had heard it—after all, it was he and Cui Yongle who had taken it upon themselves to investigate other people's affairs first: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't expect it..."
Wen Su shook his head. He didn't care that his secret had been discovered. He turned his gaze back to the plaque: "My grandfather wrote that when I was five years old. He saw that I was lazy and didn't want to practice calligraphy, so he wrote this as a gift to me."
Zhou Ziqiu opened his mouth, unsure how to comfort Wen Su. To remember something from when he was five years old until now, Wen Su must cherish this memory very much. After thinking for a long time, he could only say dryly, "Your grandfather must have loved you very much."
Upon hearing this, Wen Su laughed out loud: "Really? I hope it's true."
Something about that statement didn't seem right, so Zhou Ziqiu stopped talking about it and instead asked Wen Su a question: "Why is your grandfather's calligraphy here? Isn't this the Prince's mansion?"
Wen Su raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat arrogant: "A prince? I don't know anything about a prince's mansion. This is clearly the Wen family's courtyard."
But when Zhou Ziqiu came in, he clearly saw the plaque of the Prince's Mansion at the entrance.
Wen Su exclaimed "Ah!" again: "Perhaps after I left, someone took notice of this place and sold it to someone else without my consent."
The only reason Wen Su would leave this place must be the catastrophe that took his family away. Zhou Ziqiu had no choice but to change the subject again: "You brought me here, what is your purpose?"
If we were to pinpoint exactly what was amiss, we could probably trace it back to that message that suddenly appeared last night. The message was sent at the perfect time. Although the two phones could indeed locate each other, that wasn't a frequently used function. Zhou Ziqiu certainly wouldn't have opened that function to check where Wen Su was for no reason. It was almost as if... as if he had seen him in person somewhere and had made up a temporary excuse.
Wen Su's words interrupted Zhou Ziqiu's thoughts: "I want to see someone."
Why look for someone if you want to see them? Zhou Ziqiu frowned: "Then go find the person you want to see!"
Wen Su shook his head: "The person I want to see is already dead."
Zhou Ziqiu cursed himself inwardly. The people who brought him here were naturally his deceased family members. What nonsense was he talking about? But why would he come to him if he wanted to see his family?
“Shitou once told me something.” Wen Su sat cross-legged on the ground, his movements practiced, clearly he had done it countless times. He looked up at the two chairs at the back of the main hall, chairs that only the head of the family could sit on. Once upon a time, someone sat on them, smiling as they saved him from a group of relatives when he threw a tantrum and refused to be punished. “He told me that my family loves me very much and wants me to live well.”
“I asked him how he knew, and he told me,” Wen Su smiled bitterly, “that my family has always been by my side.”
Zhou Ziqiu fell silent; he understood what Shi Tou meant.
"Back at the hotel, I shouted at the air, but no one answered. My ability to see ghosts was also like it was going blind; I couldn't see any ghosts." When Wen Su closed his eyes, he saw illusions of the past. He wanted to open his eyes and return to reality, but he couldn't bear to leave his grandfather who was smiling at him, or to reach out to him and call out to his parents. "I thought, if I come here, will they come out? But they still don't answer me. Will they answer me if I die again?"
Zhou Ziqiu squatted down and hugged the trembling Wen Su, using his own cold body temperature to transfer some warmth to him.
He didn't know how to comfort Wen Su. He also had a loving family, his father and mother, his elder brother, and his childhood friend who had always protected him. But he had witnessed the deaths of his father and mother, was harmed to this state by his trusted elder brother, and buried Xing Zhou's body with his own hands.
We're all the same.
After a long silence, Zhou Ziqiu finally spoke, asking, "...Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Wen Su's emotional outburst happened in an instant. Years of experience had taught him that complaining was useless. He stood up from the ground and looked at Zhou Ziqiu: "Yes."
“Last night I saw what you saw in that person’s dream. My intuition tells me that the ghost bride and the red and white demons are related to things I experienced in the past.”
Zhou Ziqiu understood Wen Su's meaning and nodded.
They just happened to have the same goal.
It was midnight that night.
Zhou Ziqiu sat in the center of the main hall and suddenly felt the temperature drop, along with a cold and damp feeling. He then called out to Wen Su beside him, "They're here."
"Okay." Wen Su nodded.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from outside the door, interspersed with the sounds of suona horns and noisy voices, creating quite a lively scene.
A moment later, a gust of wind seemed to blow through the hall, and the bloody air entered the nostrils of the two people, as if they were in a bloodbath. The music of gongs and drums in their ears turned into faint groans, and silver light flashed between the rise and fall of knives. Then the bloody smell grew stronger and stronger, because the group of ghosts had stepped through the door.
Wen Su frowned slightly; he had guessed correctly.
A thick, blood-red light shone in from outside the door, and two "people" walked in, supporting each other. However, their shadows were nowhere to be seen on the ground; the only thing visible was the black blood dripping onto the ground, mixed with the red light.
Moving their gaze upwards, the appearances of the two "people" who walked in through the door were revealed to the two. Both "people" were dressed in red, and one of them had a red veil covering her head. She was obviously the ghost bride who had entangled Ji Lin, and she seemed to be the most normal one here, although the way she walked made it look like she had no bones in her skin and flesh, and her head would bounce with her body with every step.
As for why she was the most normal, one only needs to look at the matchmaker beside her to find out. The black blood that everyone saw on the ground just now was dripping from her body. Her body looked like a piece of cloth that had been punctured. With every step she took, blood gushed out from the wounds. Her face was deathly pale, as if it was covered with white powder.
As she looked her over, the matchmaker opened her mouth:
"The bride is brought into the house"
Fortune, prosperity, longevity, and happiness all enter the door—
"The bride is brought into the hall"
The hall was filled with gold and silver treasures—
The wedding attendant's shrill voice suddenly rang out. Although the lyrics she sang were full of wonderful meaning, they sounded like crying and were heartbreaking when spoken by her. As the wedding attendant sang, a group of servants dressed in red walked in through the gate behind her. They were all pale and bloody, just like the wedding attendant. But they walked forward steadily as if they felt no pain. Behind them were the guests who had come to attend the wedding. They were also pale and bloody. It was impossible to see how many there were at a glance.
The magical scene could easily be described as "a chaotic dance of demons and a parade of ghosts."
At the same time, a sharp cry for help suddenly caught Zhou Ziqiu's attention, and he stared intently at the source of the sound.
The cry of "Help!" came from Ji Lin. It turned out that he had not escaped the ghost bride's clutches. The ghost servants had brought Ji Lin's soul back, and the ghosts surrounded him, trying to drag him inside.
Ji Lin didn't understand why he was here again. Didn't the master say he was alright? Ji Lin was on the verge of tears, but when he saw Zhou Ziqiu standing to the side during his struggle, he felt a sudden sense of rebirth and shouted at Zhou Ziqiu:
"Master! Help! Save me!"
Zhou Ziqiu immediately raised his hand, a long sword flashing in his hand. He slashed horizontally at the two ghosts holding Ji Lin. In a flash of black light, the two ghosts' bodies were cut in half at the waist. Ji Lin quickly pushed the two ghosts away and ran behind Zhou Ziqiu. Wen Su raised his dagger and rushed towards the lead ghost bride, but he was stopped by the ghost matchmaker beside the ghost bride. While fighting with the ghost matchmaker, he drew talismans in mid-air and struck at the ghost bride. But for some reason, the ghost bride did not move and allowed Wen Su to attack her. The "pop" sounds were incessant.
While protecting Ji Lin, Zhou Ziqiu also blocked the horde of ghosts attacking him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the motionless ghost bride. For some reason, he felt something was off, as if something was not right.
When he chopped two or three more ghosts in half and looked at the ghost bride again, he found that the ghost bride, who had been facing the main hall, had turned around. Zhou Ziqiu could even feel that the ghost bride was looking at him through the red veil.
Zhou Ziqiu didn't understand why Wen Su was still looking at her even as her attacks continued to strike her.
But the next second, Zhou Ziqiu understood, and his expression changed drastically—
Just as Wen Su's talisman was about to strike the ghost bride, the ghost bride suddenly moved and rushed towards Zhou Ziqiu at an extremely fast speed!
Wen Su reacted quickly, throwing his dagger at the ghost bride's back. The ghost bride screamed and her body dissipated, but her momentum remained unchanged.
Zhou Ziqiu reacted just as quickly, immediately raising his hand to slash at the ghost bride who was lunging at him.
Wen Su thought the ghost bride was going to attack Zhou Ziqiu, and even Zhou Ziqiu thought so, so when Zhou Ziqiu and the ghosts disappeared from the spot, Wen Su didn't react for a long time.
"Zhou Ziqiu!!"
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