Chapter 13 "So what if I'm in the bridal sedan chair? I can..."
"Have you finished asking, young lady?" came the boy's clear voice.
Although she didn't know why they were in such a hurry, Meng Chiwan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
Originally, she moved to this haunted house not only because her wallet could only support her to move here, but also because she liked the quiet place and the lack of neighbors, which would allow her to recuperate with Yun Xianqing in peace.
But things never go as planned.
Since moving here, she has had trouble sleeping at night, and there are always strangers she doesn't know or have any connection with who come to ask her all sorts of questions, or say things that are ambiguous and leave her completely confused.
"Immortal Lord, do you really not want to see them at all?" Meng Chiwan slowly exhaled and then asked Yun Xianqing.
Yun Xianqing paused for a moment, then said, "If possible, I would rather not see them. But if you really can't stop them, then bring them here."
"Although it's a bit troublesome, it's not like there's no way out at all."
After receiving a reply, Meng Chiwan opened the door again and said to the two boys, "My brother... he's getting worse... he says he doesn't want to see anyone."
"Even I... was kicked out..."
She hung her head dejectedly, looking helpless and heartbroken, making it difficult for anyone to press her further.
But these two boys simply weren't buying it.
One of the younger men, who had a colder demeanor, said, "That's perfect. What illness does your brother have? I have some medical knowledge, and perhaps I can cure your brother's illness?"
The other youth hurriedly added, "I almost forgot that my senior brother had such a skill! Miss, why don't I go with my senior brother to take a look?"
"No...no! My brother...if I let you in like this...my brother will probably..." She suddenly started sobbing, her words choked with barely perceptible emotion, as if she were terrified of something.
“Tell me about your brother slowly, young lady, don’t rush.”
Seeing her like this, the more gentle-looking young man quickly stopped his senior brother beside him, and then spoke gently, appearing very understanding.
"You two immortal lords may not know, but my elder brother... he has always had a terrible temper. He always talks about selling me to someone else as a wife. Now that he's ill, he's even more difficult to deal with..."
"But now I am still unmarried and have not found a good husband. My brother has long disliked me, and my situation is getting worse and worse. My brother told me that he does not want to see anyone. If I let you in... my brother may not say anything at the moment, but what will I do after the two immortal lords leave?" She was sobbing and trembling all over, as if she had been boiled in oil.
“This…” The gentle young man hesitated.
But the more indifferent young man on the other side immediately said, "Young lady, you are perfectly free, why should you live at your brother's mercy? Let me go see your brother, I will take care of things for you!"
She immediately cried out, "How can the Immortal Lord resolve this for me? The Immortal Lord is not me, so how can he know that I have not resisted? But in this world, what good will come of disobedience? Today the Immortal Lord can resolve this for me, but what about tomorrow? When I sit in the bridal sedan chair with my red veil covering my face, will the Immortal Lord still remember me? Will he still come to help me escape this sea of suffering?"
“I know the Immortal Lord’s good intentions. But I live here only because I am short of money and crave peace. I am naturally grateful that the Immortal Lord is willing to exorcise the evil spirits for me. However, the Immortal Lord is forcing me to see my brother... I really don’t know what to do! Besides, I have never asked the Immortal Lord to do anything for me!”
The young man, as sturdy as a pine or bamboo, suddenly looked troubled. Although he might not fully understand, he was, after all, a member of a prestigious and upright family, and it was not their intention to force him to do something so unreasonable.
“Young lady, we understand what you mean. But your brother will eventually fall asleep. When that time comes… which is tonight, shall we consider it again?” The gentle young man pondered for a moment before speaking.
But the boy on the other side seemed to disagree: "We can't wait any longer. If he really is possessed... Miss, here you go. If you insist that your brother would do that to you, you can give this to him."
As he spoke, he took a small medicine bottle out of his storage bag. It was impossible to tell what was inside.
Upon seeing the medicine bottle, the gentle-looking youth's pupils immediately contracted, and the gentleness in his voice almost vanished, replaced by anger and nervousness: "Senior brother! How can you just give something like this to a mortal girl? What if Master finds out?"
"Master won't know. Besides, we're just doing this to complete the task Master assigned us." The boy's expression was calm, and his composure made her wonder what this was all about.
She hurriedly asked, "Two immortal lords, what is this?"
Seeing that the gentle young man's complexion was getting worse, she added, "Immortal Lord, rest assured, I will not tell anyone!"
"Listen to the wine of delusion. It alters memories and makes people obedient." The young man ignored his junior brother's words, his smile faint and cold, his pupils seemingly reflecting something unspeakable. "Aren't you afraid of your elder brother? Just make him obey."
“Girl, if you really put on the red veil, I will remember it.” He said each word carefully, but Meng Chiwan always felt that he was different from before. “So what if you get into the wedding sedan chair? I can cut the red thread for you.”
As he spoke, his well-defined knuckles gripped the medicine bottle tightly, as if he were holding a sword, about to sever the red thread of fate for her.
Meng Chiwan took the wine from Tingwang, and the young man's fingertips brushed against it, sending a slight chill through her.
He looked at her as he spoke, his words seemingly ordinary, yet she always felt a chill creep through her body from the soles of her feet, as if she were soaking in a summer mountain spring on a winter's day, the chill penetrating to her very core.
"Can it really... make him forget everything I want him to forget? And obey me?" she asked, stunned. She had never heard of such a miraculous medicine before; it was probably something only found in the immortal sects.
She may not necessarily use the money she received for her "brother"; she might use it for something else in the future.
Her mood suddenly improved. She suddenly remembered what Yun Xianqing had said: if she really couldn't stop them, then she should take them with her.
She had indeed done her best to stop it, and the boy had also genuinely resolved all her worries.
What else is there to say?
lead the way.
However, before that, she still wanted to give Yun Xianqing a heads-up.
"Immortal Lord!" she suddenly called out, startling the two boys. Then she calmed down, opened the door wide, and said, "Please come in!"
He looked utterly excited, as if he believed he could finally escape his misery.
One of the boys looked at her with some concern, while the other boy returned to his expressionless state, as if he was not the one who had solved her crisis or given her the delusional drink.
"Brother, am I coming in?" She raised her hand, gently tapped the door twice with her knuckles, then swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and spoke cautiously.
The boy standing to the side couldn't help but shake his head.
As expected, there was no movement inside.
She waited a few seconds, then gently pushed the door open.
A chilly smell wafted in. The windows had been closed sometime earlier, and the room was filled with a sickly atmosphere.
The teacup on the table was knocked over.
The young man who had been sitting by the window was now lying on the bed. He seemed to hear the sound, and then slowly got up, sat up, and leaned against the pillow.
"younger sister."
He turned his head to the side, his eyes were dark and his face was pale, as if he hadn't rested for days and looked like he had been drained of his energy by illness.
It wasn't the face Meng Chiwan knew. It looked like someone who would never appear during the day.
Meng Chiwan: What's the difference between an immortal and a ghost?
But she remained outwardly calm, gathering her emotions for a few seconds before tears welled up in her eyes: "Brother..."
But Yun Xian glanced at the young man beside her, then her eyes darted around, and she asked in a chilling tone, "Who are these two?"
"Brother, listen to me..."
"Didn't I say I wouldn't see anyone? My sister's not listening..."
“Brother…who are they…” Meng Chiwan looked startled, paused for a moment before continuing, “They came to exorcise evil spirits for us.”
"really?"
"Really? When have I ever lied to my brother?"
“This… young master? I’ve heard this place is a notorious haunted house. My senior brother and I were passing through, so we thought we’d come and investigate. Please forgive us for the inconvenience.” The young man spoke politely, displaying a certain degree of etiquette typical of immortal sects.
"It's nothing. We should thank you both for helping my brother and me out of our predicament. However, we haven't actually seen any ghosts before," he said, his voice slightly higher than before. Combined with his eerie face, he looked just like a malevolent spirit from a folktale.
The slightly more aloof boy remained expressionless as he took something out of his storage bag. Several talismans then rose into the air and burst into flames. The boy drew his sword and caught the small flames.
Then the flame went out, leaving behind some ashes.
Another young man reached out and twirled some ashes, chuckling softly, "Indeed, there's nothing unusual. You can rest assured, young lady."
He lifted his fingernail, blew a gentle breath, his eyebrows curved more, and he looked even more amiable.
He added, "However, your elder brother looks somewhat familiar to me."
Meng Chiwan's heart tightened, as if she had been plunged into cold water. She thought she was about to witness some kind of bitter enmity between enemies.
But then she thought about it again. She clearly had no idea what grudge Yun Xianqing had against the immortal sects.
And what's even stranger is...
Yun Xianqing was clearly with her before these people knocked on the door. There are countless immortal sects in the world, though only a handful are truly powerful. How could he possibly know that the sect outside was the one with whom he had a grudge?
A note from the author:
Finally finished another chapter! [Sprinkling flowers]
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