Fraudulent work
"Let's check this house carefully."
Ruan Yunsheng couldn't believe that this house was so clean. Such a big thing happened at that time, but there was not even a trace of ghost left.
"You really have no impression of this place?"
She glanced at the curious baby Song Tinghe who was looking around. Could it be that his appearance at the door of Ye Mansion yesterday was just a coincidence?
Song Tinghe shook his head honestly!
"Don't remember at all?" Ruan Yunsheng didn't give up, but it seemed that the other party really had no impression of him at all, and he didn't even know his name. What else could he expect?
Hey, what the hell did I pick up?
Now that he had brought her home, there was no way back. Ruan Yunsheng felt a little regretful that he had not coveted her beauty earlier, as he had gotten himself into big trouble.
The group walked into the back hall and passed through a deep and secluded path. A ancestral hall stood there. The plaque engraved with "Ye's Ancestral Hall" was half missing and was shaking on the beam, making a strange creaking sound.
I think this is the ancestral hall mentioned by those people in the teahouse. The dark red spots on the threshold seem to reveal what happened back then.
“Crack—”
Ruan Yunsheng pushed open the rotten door, and thick dust blew in his face. The sunlight shone through the broken doors and windows, dimly illuminating the furnishings in the ancestral hall.
The eternal lamp on the altar has dried up, the lamp oil solidified into twisted traces, and a thick spider web has formed in the copper lamp, casting ferocious shadows in the mottled light and shadow.
Each of the seven-tiered ancestral tablets on the altar had been scratched by a sharp object, as if there was some deep hatred. This was especially true for the ancestor of the Ye family at the top, whose name had been destroyed so badly that his face could no longer be seen, and a strange pattern was painted on the back of his tablet with cinnabar.
"Miss..." Hua Rong rubbed her arms uncomfortably, "Do you feel it's a bit cold here?"
They had lit the lamp since they came in, but as time passed, the lamp oil did not decrease, while the flame became dimmer and dimmer, as if there was something unclean in the ancestral hall.
“Come here!”
Ruan Yunsheng went around to the back hall and called out to a man and a ghost.
Song Tinghe always felt uncomfortable all over since he came in, but he couldn't tell where it was. When he heard Ruan Yunsheng calling her, he thought something had happened to her and quickly floated over.
However, Ruan Yunsheng stood here intact, with a stone in front of him, wrapped in countless iron chains. The stone was covered with the same ghostly symbols as the one on the back of the tablet. The thick iron chains extended around the room and were firmly fixed in place by iron nails.
Song Tinghe frowned: "I'm afraid there is something bad here."
Ruan Yunsheng nodded in agreement, but she couldn't let her curiosity get her killed. She would wait until she encountered the Black and White Impermanence next time.
Hua Rong wanted to leave here immediately. Without saying a word, she took out a big lock from the next room and sealed the room tightly, for fear that her mistress would change her mind.
Actually, I am not that brave. Ruan Yunsheng was helpless, but he followed Hua Rong.
Before leaving, Ruan Yunsheng found some Ruoyin flowers nearby and quickly asked Huarong to pick them, crush them and apply them on his hands.
"Miss, is there anything special about this flower?" Hua Rong could no longer bear the shock she had experienced for half a day.
"You'll know after you wash it." Ruan Yunsheng pretended to be mysterious.
Hua Rong was smart this time and didn't do as she said, "Miss, just tell me directly. It's not like I don't understand."
"Oh." Ruan Yunsheng looked regretful. Just as Hua Rong was expecting the lady to say the second half of the sentence, she suddenly changed the subject: "Forget it, then. I suddenly feel that this is not necessary."
Then he pretended to leave, which made Hua Rong look surprised. Song Tinghe had been eavesdropping for a long time and was about to know the answer, so he stamped his feet anxiously.
Seeing that the lady's back was about to disappear, Hua Rongxin made up her mind, closed her eyes and put her hand into the cold pool.
Eh, there seems to be no movement.
Hua Rong opened her eyes in surprise and looked at her hands happily. Song Tinghe beside her also came over curiously.
Only traces of "blood" were seen spreading in the water, and Huarong's smile froze.
It's over! My hand is broken! My eyes rolled back and I passed out.
Ruan Yunsheng, who was hiding behind the wall, hurried out, checked Hua Rong's condition, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was fine.
The joke seemed a bit too much. Ruan Yunsheng looked at Song Tinghe innocently. It was obvious that the other party had not expected it.
"Her hand is fine." Song Tinghe replied.
"The juice of this flower is colorless but turns red when it comes into contact with water." Ruan Yunsheng pinched Hua Rong's philtrum and forced her to wake up. She didn't have the strength to carry such a person back to the farm.
"Miss..." Hua Rongyou woke up, "My hand!"
"Eh, doesn't it hurt?" Hua Rong shook her hand vigorously, only to find that her hand was only bright red, with no other injuries.
Ruan Yunsheng quickly told her about the effects of Ruoyin Flower. Huarong was also smart and instantly understood the reason for the blood just now. It turned out to be the juice of the flower.
"But how do I clean this?"
Huarong looked at her hands in distress. No matter how many times she washed them in the pool, they were still as bright as before.
"As the saying goes, 'There's an antidote within three steps.'" Ruan Yunsheng plucked a leaf from the flower and handed it to Hua Rong. "Crush it and you can wash away the red."
Hua Rong did as she was told, and it worked. "This Ruoyin Flower is truly amazing. I've never seen it before."
"This is a great material for building a haunted house." Ruan Yunsheng excitedly packed up all the hidden flowers here, and even thoughtfully left some roots for them. He returned home with a great harvest.
"Cousin, when are you going to help me find my memory?" A ghost who had followed the master and servant for a whole day without any results complained.
"Who is your cousin? I don't know her." Ruan Yunsheng denied.
"Cousin, have you forgotten your oath?" Song Tinghe's eyes turned red when she heard this, as if she was accusing a heartless man.
Are you crying already? Are you kidding me?
Ruan Yunsheng felt shamefully moved. It was so exciting to see the handsome man crying, but in the end she relied on her amazing self-control to reject him.
Song Tinghe's soul was floating in the air, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"As long as you are willing to help me, I will agree to anything you say." At this point, Song Tinghe had no choice. Ruan Yunsheng was the only one in the world who could see her, and this time he had to rely on him.
"No." Ruan Yunsheng refused outright. This looked like a big trouble, and she was not stupid.
"I, I really can help!"
He floated in front of Ruan Yunsheng, trying to make his voice sound sincere and pitiful: "Although I am a living soul now, I can pass through walls, float around, and... I can also scare people!
Ruan Yunsheng sat at the table, slowly munching on sunflower seeds without even raising his eyelids. "Oh? Then why don't you go scare someone next door and show me how?"
"..." Song Tinghe choked, his voice suddenly weakened a bit: "But, but I can only talk to you..."
"So," Ruan Yunsheng spat out the melon seed shells and looked up with a smile, "What use are you to me?"
Song Tinghe was so anxious that his soul was rippled. He turned around several times and suddenly an idea flashed on his mind: "I can help you get information! Although others can't see me, I can eavesdrop!"
Ruan Yunsheng raised an eyebrow, and seemed to finally be interested: "Oh?"
Seeing her retreat, Song Tinghe quickly pressed on, "And when I regain my body, I'll definitely repay you! I...I may not remember who I am, but I'm definitely not an ordinary person!"
Ruan Yunsheng's eyes flashed with cunning, and he sighed hesitantly, "Alas, I am a very soft-hearted person..."
"She slowly pulled out a piece of paper from the drawer, dipped it in ink, and began to write quickly.
"Since you're so sincere, I'll reluctantly help you." She pushed the paper covered with words in front of Song Tinghe, "But we have to sign a contract first."
Song Tinghe leaned over to take a look and was stunned.
Soul Employment Agreement
1. After regaining your physical body, you must unconditionally repay Ruan Yunsheng for saving your life. The specific method will be determined by Ruan Yunsheng.
2. After the physical body is over, you need to work for Ruan Yunsheng for three years, and the wages are calculated at 30% of the market price.
3. Do not disobey Ruan Yunsheng's orders in any form and fully obey any arrangements made by Ruan Yunsheng.
4. If you breach the contract, your soul will belong to Ruan Yunsheng and you will be his slave forever...
Song Tinghe's soul trembled as he watched: "This, this is too..."
"Too what?" Ruan Yunsheng blinked: "Did you just lie to me?"
"Of course not! I was just thinking..." Song Tinghe tried to argue: "I was thinking about how to sign? Yes! How to sign?"
He nodded in a rather reasonable manner, which made Ruan Yunsheng unable to bear to look at him. He really didn't know which family raised this young man and how he could be so honest.
"Don't worry about that." Ruan Yunsheng pushed the contract toward him. "This isn't just ordinary paper."
Suddenly she changed the subject: "If you don't want to sign, forget it..."
Song Tinghe was so anxious that he didn't bother to look closely. His soul directly pounced on the contract and said, "I sign it!"
His soul left a faint mark on the paper. Ruan Yunsheng put away the contract with satisfaction, a triumphant smile on the corner of his lips.
"Alright," she clapped her hands, feeling happy, "from today on, you are my exclusive living soul."
Song Tinghe realized it belatedly: "Wait, did I just sign something incredible..."
Ruan Yunsheng smiled and touched his head, though his hand went straight through: "Be good, don't think too much."
After saying that, he slammed a yellowed ancient book on the table. On the cover, five large cinnabar characters reading "Xuan Yin Soul Refining Art" were as hideous as blood.
"From today on, you and An Yue will practice together." She smiled and turned the page, her fingertips tapping on a meridian diagram. "However, since you are not a true ghost, you cannot practice ghost energy. Just absorb the essence of the sun and the moon every day to help strengthen your soul body. Don't slack off."
Song Tinghe's soul suddenly collapsed into a thin mist, hanging limply on the beam. "Can I... wait until I return to my body before practicing?"
"Oh?" Ruan Yunsheng slowly pulled out the contract that glowed blue from his sleeve. "What was the third clause?"
"I'll practice!" Song Tinghe jumped down from the beam and frantically tried to turn the pages of the book. As a result, his translucent fingers went straight through the paper. "How do I practice this?"
An Yue floated behind him without him noticing, her blood-red wedding dress moving without wind. "First, learn how to gather your shapes." She suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Tinghe's neck. "Like this..."
"Ah!" Song Tinghe screamed miserably. His soul was forcibly squeezed into a ball and then forced to stretch into thin strips, just like a stretched rice cake.
Ruan Yunsheng commented while munching on some melon seeds: "An Yue taught well, keep working on it."
"Wait, wait!" Song Tinghe's soul was twisted into a pretzel. He pointed with difficulty at a line of words in the ancient book, "'Use your mind to guide the Qi and gather it in the Dantian'... Where is the Dantian?"
An Yue's hand paused.
Ruan Yunsheng's melon seeds froze at the corner of his mouth.
Two pairs of eyes stared at Song Tinghe's flat belly. There was nothing there except a translucent robe. There were no feet either. He was still a ghost.
"Puff..." Ruan Yunsheng suddenly fell on the table laughing, "Mr. Song, you don't even have a stomach, where does your Dantian come from?"
Song Tinghe's soul body flushed red, and in shame and anger, he rolled into a ball and rolled into the corner. An Yue floated over and kicked the "soul ball" with her toes: "Get up, otherwise it won't be long before you can't even maintain your basic form."
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