Zhuang Jiayao answered without hesitation: "I choose the first one!"
"Okay." Nan Yuanman rummaged through her small handbag, skillfully took out a small incense burner, lit the incense, and asked Zhuang Jiayao for Qi Rongxuan's birth date and time.
Wei Junchen coughed lightly and said weakly, "Um... should I excuse myself for a moment?"
After all, the ghost to be summoned later was his great-great-grandfather, and as his great-great-great-grandson, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to laugh at him.
Zhuang Jiayao sneered: "You're not his biological grandson, what are you avoiding?"
Wei Junchen: "..." That makes sense.
He stood silently beside Xiao Qidong, and the four of them began a quiet observation mode.
Nan Yuan lit incense, set out the meal, and lit the paper with Qi Rongxuan's birth date and time written on it. His childish voice carried a hint of solemnity: "Qi Rongxuan, come quickly!"
The next moment, the lights in the room suddenly went out, a faint yin energy swept through every corner of the room, the temperature gradually dropped, and a gray mist slowly rose, with a thin figure appearing and disappearing in the mist.
Zhuang Jiayao stared intently at the gaunt figure in the mist, her eyes gradually turning bloodshot, her nails growing longer, and the resentment emanating from her body roaring and churning, as if she would rush out and bite the gaunt figure to death at any moment.
Qi Rongxuan's soul was weaker than Zhuang Jiayao's, and Zhuang Jiayao had deliberately concealed her aura, so he hadn't noticed her presence for a while.
Standing tall amidst the mist, Qi Rongxuan adopted the posture of an ancestor, his voice cold and authoritative: "Who summoned me?"
Hearing that voice, so deeply ingrained and unforgettable, Zhuang Jiayao could no longer hold back. She lunged at him and hissed, "It's your great-auntie!"
The mist surrounding Qi Rongxuan instantly dissipated. When he saw Zhuang Jiayao, dressed in a red wedding gown, rushing towards him, his carefully constructed air of superiority shattered, and he turned and fled in shock.
But he was no match for Zhuang Jiayao, who had become a vengeful ghost in red. In the blink of an eye, she caught up with him, picked him up, and threw him to the ground.
Zhuang Jiayao stepped on his chest, looking down at him. Her face, slashed beyond recognition, was suddenly close to his eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, word by word, "Qi Rongxuan, take a good look at me. Do you still recognize me?!"
Qi Rongxuan's soul trembled, and he groaned in pain. He looked up at Zhuang Jiayao with a distorted expression, a flash of terror crossing his eyes.
Soon, the fear turned into surprise and astonishment: "Jiajia! You, how did you get here?!"
Qi Rongxuan gripped her ankle urgently, looking at her with longing in his eyes: "Do you know how long I've been looking for you? I even stayed in the underworld after I went there to find you, instead of reincarnating!"
"God has been kind to me; I've finally found you!"
Zhuang Jiayao stared intently at Qi Rongxuan, seemingly moved by his intense emotions: "You really have been waiting for me in the underworld all this time?"
"Of course! We said when we got married that even if we died, we would be a ghost couple in the underworld!" Qi Rongxuan said affectionately, "Jiajia, you see, I haven't broken our vow."
Feng Jingcheng and the other three, along with Nan Yuanman, looked on as if they had seen a ghost. Was this what they thought was a string of lies? If they hadn't heard Zhuang Jiayao's story before, they would have really thought that Qi Rongxuan was a devoted lover!
Nan Yuanman frowned, about to speak, when she saw Zhuang Jiayao let out a cold laugh and raise her hand to slap Qi Rongxuan hard.
She spun his head 360 degrees, grabbed his collar, and coldly questioned, "Qi Rongxuan, do you still think I'm the same naive and easily deceived girl you used to be? Do you think I... don't remember anything from my past life?"
Qi Rongxuan's expression changed slightly. That was indeed what he thought. After all, he had been dead for nearly three hundred years. If Zhuang Jiayao remembered what happened before she was alive, she would have gone to the underworld to seek revenge on him long ago.
He had been hiding in the underworld for so many years, but Zhuang Jiayao had never come looking for him, so he assumed that she had long since been reborn.
Qi Rongxuan knew that he was burdened with heavy sins and that if he wanted to be reincarnated, he would have to go to hell. So he stayed in the Yin Mirror of the Underworld, a no-man's-land, devouring weak and lonely ghosts to cultivate, and did not dare to enter Fengdu City.
Over the past three hundred years, Qi Rongxuan has received many offerings from his descendants, so he has lived a relatively comfortable life in the Yin Realm. He was even invited by his descendants to help them with some tasks.
After being a ghost for so long, he no longer wanted to be human.
He wanted to cultivate and become a powerful ghost immortal! That's why he didn't refuse Nan Yuanman's summons when she was calling for his soul.
Who knew... Zhuang Jiayao didn't reincarnate! She's still alive! And... she's even become a vengeful ghost in red!
He could sense that Zhuang Jiayao's cultivation level was now higher than his! No matter how unwilling he was, he had to face the fact that he couldn't defeat Zhuang Jiayao now!
Therefore, he could only appeal to her emotions and reason, praying that Zhuang Jiayao would not remember her past life and continue to deceive him, becoming his blood bag.
But now the truth tells him that Zhuang Jiayao not only remembers him, but also hates him to the core!
Qi Rongxuan's expression changed. He lowered his head and gave a bitter laugh, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Jiajia, I knew you were still blaming me, but... but I really had no choice back then!"
"I didn't want to give you to the prince, but he threatened me! If I didn't give you away, he would destroy the business left by my parents-in-law, kill my son, and kill you too... That's why I..."
He covered his face and wept bitterly, seemingly in great pain: "Jiajia, I really couldn't help it, I didn't want to either. You love me so much, you can understand me, right?"
"I'm doing this for you, and to protect what your parents left behind!"
Zhuang Jiayao's face showed a hint of emotion, and she asked in a trembling voice, "So, everything you did was for my own good?"
"My father's death at the hands of bandits and my mother's suicide have nothing to do with you, right?"
"Of course!" Qi Rongxuan gazed at her with deep affection. He still retained the appearance of his youth, handsome and dressed in ancient robes. His affectionate demeanor was indeed captivating.
His hand slowly moved to Zhuang Jiayao's ankle, and he held her foot as they slowly stood up: "Jiajia, you have to believe me, I am the one who loves you most in this world, whether in life or in death... I... uh!"
Qi Rongxuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked down in disbelief at the black claw that pierced through his chest, his soul cracking open with a fissure.
"Jia...Jiajia? Why...why?"
"Didn't you say you loved me the most?" Zhuang Jiayao gently stroked his cheek with her free hand, her face also full of affection: "Then you must want to be with me for all eternity, right? As long as I devour you, we will never be separated."
"We've missed each other for so many years. From now on, let's cherish each other and not miss each other again."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuang Jiayao's resentment suddenly erupted, and she swallowed Qi Rongxuan whole in one gulp.
Qi Rongxuan's eyes widened in horror: "!!! No—!!"
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