Wen Xi said, "This ghost has a connection with you. She has a lot of resentment in her heart. She is not simply attracted to Zhan Yang."
"Ah? Some connection? Could it be from Yunquan Villa..."
Zhan's mother paced back and forth anxiously, "But I've never seen her before. How did she get involved?"
Zhan Yang asked, "I remember that dressing table has always been here. Mom, whose dressing table is it?"
Zhan's mother said in embarrassment, "I prepared a room for Qingqing. It contains a lot of my old dowry. This dressing table is made of fine wood and is well preserved. I saw that Qingqing liked it, so I put it here for her. But I have used it before, and I have never seen this female ghost."
“Wuwuwu…”
Mother Wei also came forward and wanted to speak, but her throat was still not healed. Wen Xi tapped her throat with her finger, and Mother Wei's voice finally recovered. "Oh, thank you, Miss Wen. Oh my God, I just wanted to speak but couldn't. This feeling is too uncomfortable."
Wei's mother said, "What I want to say is, I don't know why, but I always feel that this female ghost looks a bit like my daughter Qingqing. There's an inexplicable resemblance between them."
Zhan Yang said, "Yes, I feel the same way. Firstly, I'm afraid she'll hurt Qingqing, and secondly, they look a bit similar, so I've been very tolerant of her!"
Wei Qingqing looked bewildered. "Ah? Could it be a relative of ours?"
Wen Xi raised an eyebrow and said, "Well, you are smarter this time. That's right, it's someone from your Wei family. The mirror is just her temporary residence. The medium that really brought her here is your sandalwood comb."
"My comb?"
Wei Qingqing was startled and looked at her mother and said, "That comb is quite old. My mother gave it to me this year."
Mother Wei covered her heart and said, "Ah? That comb was indeed given to Qingqing by me. It's a comb passed down from my husband's family. The fine sandalwood even exudes a faint fragrance. My mother-in-law gave it to me when my husband and I got married. I used it for a while, and I never had any female ghost appear in it."
Wen Xi asked, "Wei Qingqing, during the time you were acting abnormally, were you injured?"
Wei Qingqing recalled carefully, "If I was injured, it should be when I was cutting paper-cuts. I accidentally broke my skin. Ah! Yes, I put the comb next to me at that time, and my blood got on the comb. At first, I thought my blood would leave a mark, so I thought about washing it. After a while, when I looked again, the bloodstain had disappeared, so I didn't take it seriously. Could it be..."
Wen Xi said calmly, "That was the switch that revived the female ghost. It was your blood that awakened her."
Wei Qingqing wanted to cry, but she couldn't. "I actually caused this all myself. This is so depressing."
Zhan's mother asked in confusion, "Since she is a relative of the Wei family, why does she have to marry my son?"
Wen Xi said, "You might as well ask her herself."
"Ghost bride, bring her here!"
"Yes, miss!"
The bride ghost had been teasing the female ghost for a long time. When he heard Wen Xi's order, he grabbed the female ghost's neck with one hand and carried her in front of them like a chicken.
"Let me go, let me go!"
The female ghost was very unwilling and looked at Zhan Yang with resentment and said, "Zhan Yang, why didn't you come to save me? Don't you love me anymore?"
Zhan Yang said helplessly, "I'm sorry. I was wrong to presumptuously agree to hold a ceremony with you. I love Qingqing the most. I'm sorry I can't fulfill my promise. You don't belong to this era anymore. It's best for you to leave here obediently."
When the female ghost heard this, she became furious and kept struggling to get up and pounce, but was unilaterally suppressed by the bride ghost.
The ghost yelled, "Zhan Lang, you clearly promised me that you would marry me, so why are you abandoning me? I've waited so long... I finally opened my eyes and saw you again, but you're breaking your promise to me for another woman? I might as well kill her and make you change your mind!"
The female ghost stared at Wei Qingqing viciously, wishing she could skin her alive and eat her flesh.
Wei Qingqing shrank back and hid silently behind Zhan Yang.
"You can try it."
Wen Xi leaned against the pillar and said lazily, "Let's see if you still have the ability to kill in front of me?"
"you…"
The ghost girl felt like she was slapped in the face. She struggled hard, but it was no use. "Who are you? Why do you have to interfere in the affairs between Zhan Lang and me? You don't know the whole story. It was his promise to me. I came back to be with him again. Why is everyone trying to stop me?"
Wen Xi shook his head and said, "You are stubborn and stubborn. Zhan Yang is not your Zhan Lang, neither in person nor in soul. You have found the wrong person!"
The female ghost said excitedly, "Impossible! He looks exactly like Zhan Lang. I would recognize him even if he turned into ashes. This is my fate with him. The first person I saw when my soul revived was him. He promised to come back to find me!"
Zhan Yang looked confused. "What do you mean? I don't understand at all."
The female ghost wept blood. "Of course you don't understand, because that was our past life. You and I...we were originally a couple, a perfect match. You were my fiancé, and we were engaged. But on the eve of our wedding, the situation became turbulent. You told me you were going to join the army, and when you won, you would come back to find me. Then we would get married and have some big, fat sons. Although I was uneasy, I agreed. But...what I waited for was bad news!"
The air wall in front of them twisted and brought them back to the Republic of China period, where a beautiful young woman studying abroad and a wealthy young man held an engagement ceremony in a luxurious villa, and their relatives and friends were all there to congratulate them.
The woman looks about 60% similar to Wei Qingqing, and the man and Zhan Yang are exactly like two peas in a pod.
As they slowed down their breathing, they watched the beautiful young lady studying abroad go through the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and what she received was a letter full of bad news. Her fiancé stayed in that winter forever. They had not yet gotten married, and their love came to an abrupt end.
Miss Studying Abroad sat in front of the dressing table, dressing herself up, holding a sandalwood comb tightly in her hand. When her fiancé was being buried, she chose to crash into the coffin and die. Her young and vibrant life ended there. Her resentful soul finally attached itself to the sandalwood comb and was stored separately in a box by the Wei family to be passed on to the next generation!
Mother Wei was shocked. "I think I heard my husband talk about this. It happened to Qingqing's great-grandfather. Does that mean... my Qingqing still has to call this female ghost Great-Grandma?"
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