His eyes were filled with horror.
The golden light from Jiang Shumiao's fingertips entered his brow and pulled his soul out.
He was a very handsome young man.
The young man's body, devoid of life, turned to bones in an instant, indicating that he had been dead for some time.
The boy instinctively reached out his hand: "No—"
Jiang Shumiao stared at him for a while, "If you don't tell me, I'll go ask that older sister."
The boy listened to her childish voice, but felt a chill run down his spine.
He didn't speak.
Jiang Shumiao didn't press the matter further; one chance was enough.
Seeing her walk towards the bed, the boy quickly said, "No, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."
Jiang Shumiao hooked her finger and pulled the stool over from the dressing table.
She sat down and said, "Speak."
The boy stood up and looked at the unconscious woman. "Her name is Lin Tingwan, and her father is a wealthy landowner."
He glanced at the skeleton again, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "His name was Qiao Yue. He was originally a musician, so naturally he was not a good match for the Lin family's daughter. Wanwan was already engaged, so the two planned to elope. They were caught and brought back as soon as they left the house. In front of Wanwan, Master Lin beat Qiao Yue to death."
Jiang Shumiao frowned slightly.
The young lady from a respectable family didn't fall in love with the scholar, but with the painter.
All right.
Not all storybooks are entirely fictional.
"Is this the Lin family mansion?"
The boy nodded. "Wanwan suffered a shock and went insane. The original engagement was null and void. Her family felt it was a disgrace to the family, so they planned to strangle her."
Jiang Shumiao roughly understood.
"You saved her?"
"Um."
The young man looked at Lin Tingwan with eyes full of affection. "I possessed Qiao Yue's body, intending to take her away, but her maid saw us and, thinking she'd seen a ghost, ran away in a panic. I meant to knock her unconscious, but she hit her head and died on the spot. Knowing my hands were stained with blood and I could no longer cultivate the Dao, I simply set fire to the Lin residence."
Jiang Shumiao: "..."
The boy's face was cold and hard. "They killed Qiao Yue and Wanwan. They all deserve to die."
Jiang Shumiao sensed something was amiss, "What's your relationship with Qiao Yue?"
The boy remained silent for a long time before saying, "He is my master."
Jiang Shumiao understood. "I think you have at least five or six hundred years of cultivation. Qiao Yue is a mortal, so he is the reincarnation of your master."
"yes."
The young man didn't hide anything. "Back then, he was the young master of a large family, and I was his pet cat. His wife said he was wasting his time on frivolous things and killed me. Later, his family was convicted of a crime, and he died during his exile. I, on the other hand, by chance, escaped the ghost messengers and became a ghost cultivator. I finally managed to take human form, intending to repay his kindness, but I was too late."
"So you came to the Lin residence to seek revenge?"
"That's right."
The boy's eyes were filled with hatred. "Qiao Yue may not have come from a noble family, but he was honest and kind by nature. He just fell in love with someone, so why did he have to die? Even his blind mother and his sister who was not even five years old did not escape the Lin family's clutches. The Lin family committed many evils, preyed on the local people, and embezzled and accepted bribes. Unfortunately, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, so the court does not care and lets them wreak havoc on the area."
“Killing them is also a way of doing justice.”
Jiang Shumiao sighed, "But you are a ghost cultivator who harms people. If you encounter a Taoist priest, even if he takes you in, it would be doing justice for Heaven."
The boy sneered.
"The Way of Heaven? The Way of Heaven is ruthless, so how can there be a righteous path? Demons are discriminated against, but if I don't take action, Qiao Yue and his mother and sister will all die in vain. Who would plead for the sake of a lowly painter? No one. Since that's the case, then I'll send them all to meet the King of Hell."
Logically speaking, ghost cultivators should be under the jurisdiction of the underworld.
But this cat demon killed so many people, yet Fengdu turned a blind eye.
When did this happen?
Six years ago.
Six years ago, Wen Zhixuan hadn't even time-traveled yet.
Jiang Shumiao glanced at the unconscious Lin Tingwan again, "Judging from her appearance just now, it seems she hasn't fully recovered."
The boy's eyes darkened.
“She witnessed Qiao Yue’s death, and a knot has formed in her heart. She has even slowly forgotten many things. Only by wearing Qiao Yue’s face can she temporarily return to normal. But her memory is trapped in that fire, and she can’t leave this house.”
It's somewhat like a bound spirit.
But Lin Tingwan is a living person.
Jiang Shumiao stared at him, "But actually, you have a way to cure her, but you don't want to."
The boy froze.
After Qiao Yue's death, he sneaked into the Lin family and took Qiao Yue's appearance, originally intending to scare Lin Tingwan.
A private affair is a matter between two people, so why did only Qiao Yue die? Lin Tingwan, on the other hand, is alive and well and even wants to get married again.
Don't even think about it!
He disguised himself as Qiao Yue, hoping to scare the executioners.
Unexpectedly, he saw Lin Ting commit suicide for love that night.
It turns out that Qiao Yue's sincerity was not misplaced.
So he saved Lin Tingwan and burned the entire Lin family to death.
When Lin Tingwan woke up and saw him, she was both surprised and delighted, and from then on she only remembered him.
The cat demon didn't understand human emotions, but when Lin Tingwan pounced on him, he felt a surge of desire.
However, he was a ghost cultivator and needed a proper household registration to travel among humans. Moreover, transformation magic was ultimately not a long-term solution, so he seized Qiao Yue's body.
He originally wanted to take Lin Tingwan away from Shenzhou, but Lin Tingwan couldn't leave the house. As soon as she went outside, she had a splitting headache and fell unconscious.
They had no choice but to live here.
During the day, he goes out to find work to earn money to support her.
Six years passed just like that.
Unexpectedly, I ran into Jiang Shumiao today.
"Since this house burned down, the land should have been taken back by the government. Why wasn't it demolished and rebuilt?"
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