Chapter 18 Paper Wife
Feng Tianning followed Han Jiajun to the top floor, where the resentment was so heavy that it was almost condensing into dripping water.
"Your sister-in-law also lives here?" Feng Tianning asked with a frown.
Han Jiajun nodded, hearing from his brother that his sister-in-law was an orphan and had no place to live.
When his mother found out, she hurriedly brought her sister-in-law over, saying that they would get married sooner or later, so it would be better for them to live together sooner.
Han Jiajun knocked on the door, and after a long time the door opened a small crack, revealing a cloudy eye.
"Mom, it's me."
The pair of eyes stared at Han Jiajun for a long time before moving aside to let them in.
"Mom, this is my friend Feng Tianning. He heard that my sister-in-law was coming, so he came to see me." Han Jiajun smiled and pulled Feng Tianning to the front, looking into the house and said:
"Where's my sister-in-law? Why isn't my brother here?"
Han's mother's expression changed instantly, her pupils began to dilate, and she uttered a few syllables stiffly.
Feng Tianning frowned. Han's mother's condition was much more serious than Han Jiajun's.
Feng Tianning tugged at the corner of Han Jiajun's clothes, motioning him to come into the house to talk.
"Your mother's spirit has been corroded by resentment, and it may not be possible to save her."
"I can only try my best."
Hearing Feng Tianning's words, Han Jiajun's face turned pale.
"Did...was it my sister-in-law who did it?"
Feng Tianning shook her head. She was not sure. She would have to wait until she met her sister-in-law to know everything.
"Xiaojun, it's time to eat."
A stiff voice came from outside the door, and Han Jiajun couldn't help but shudder. This was not his mother's voice at all.
Feng Tianning grabbed his wrist and said:
"No matter what happens next, you must run first and contact Cang Yao to ask for help from the special case team."
"Can you please not kill my mother?" Han Jiajun looked at Feng Tianning with a deathly pale face.
He comes from a single-parent family, with only his mother and brother to depend on him.
Now my mother's life or death is unknown, and I don't know where my brother is.
Tears streamed down his face, wondering why he hadn't noticed something was wrong sooner.
Why did he move out?
If I had believed Feng Tianning when I first met her, would the outcome be different now?
Feng Tianning patted Han Jiajun on the shoulder and turned to walk out of the room.
"Miss Feng, please go and call my daughter-in-law out."
Mother Han put down the dinner plate and fixed her eyes on Feng Tianning who was sitting down.
"Mom, why don't I go..."
"Okay." Han Jiajun was interrupted by Feng Tianning before he could finish his words.
Feng Tianning winked at him, signaling him not to act rashly, and Han Jiajun sat down again.
"Hold it, run away immediately if anything goes wrong." Feng Tianning tore off the colorful mud from his neck and quietly put it in Han Jiajun's hand.
Feng Tianning slowly pushed open the tightly closed door, and a foul smell wafted out from the bed.
"Your mother is calling you to eat." Feng Tianning said to the woman sitting by the window.
The figure by the window froze, as if he didn't expect Feng Tianning to say that.
The woman seemed to be enraged and walked towards Feng Tianning barefoot.
“Tick, tick.”
Water drops fell from the roof, right in front of Feng Tianning.
She looked up and saw a man tied to the roof.
Five holes had been chiseled in the roof, from which several metal hooks protruded and caught his limbs and head.
What was dripping just now was not the man's blood, but the melted liquid of the hook.
The man's face vaguely resembles Han Jiajun.
Feng Tianning's eyes grew a little colder. The man on the roof should be Han Jiajun's brother.
He was tied up with a ghostly weapon - a soul-locking hook.
The Soul-Locking Hook was forged from Netherworld Black Iron by an ancient evil cultivator, and was tempered by melting thousands of resentful souls.
The person whose soul is hooked can be controlled, making him a puppet of the caster, and refining his soul into a vengeful spirit in the hook to help the caster kill people.
She had clearly sealed this underworld artifact long ago, so how could it appear in the mortal world again?
Feng Tianning thought for a moment, and the woman was already in front of her.
It was a face completely different from the stereotypical evil spirit, bright and attractive, with a captivating smile.
Feng Tianning only smelled a strong smell of paper and couldn't help but take a step back.
The woman lowered her head and looked at her straight, as if she wanted to bury her head in her shoulder.
Feng Tianning: ...
Is this evil spirit crazy? He actually came to seduce her.
But it was precisely because of the evil spirit's action that Feng Tianning discovered that there were three cinnabar moles on the back of her neck.
So that's how it is.
"Let's go eat." Feng Tianning said lightly.
Outside the house, Han Jiajun was about to cry when he saw Feng Tianning coming out.
She became silent as soon as she entered the house. He could only confront his "mother" at the dining table, not daring to move.
Seeing the woman behind Feng Tianning, Han's mother turned her stiff head, making a clicking sound.
The woman sat down next to Han Jiajun, and a cool breeze instantly blew into his back.
"Feng...Miss Feng." Han Jiajun pulled Feng Tianning with trembling hands.
Seeing Feng Tianning giving him a reassuring look, Han Jiajun had no choice but to sit down.
"Xiaojun, eat your vegetables." The woman who had been silent suddenly picked up a piece of meat and put it in Han Jiajun's bowl.
He looked at Feng Tianning for help, only to find that she hadn't even looked up and was still picking at the food in the bowl.
"Xiaojun, why don't you eat?"
Han's mother also turned to look at him. The window was clearly closed, but the cold wind still kept blowing towards him.
Han Jiajun gritted his teeth, picked up the piece of meat with trembling hands, and was about to put it in his mouth when Feng Tianning knocked it away.
For a moment, all eyes were focused on Feng Tianning's face.
Han Jiajun breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't dare to eat the food his mother cooked.
The chopsticks in Han's mother's hand fell, and her eyeballs fell to the ground.
"Mom!" Han Jiajun screamed and tried to move forward but was stopped by Feng Tianning.
"Look at what's on the table." Feng Tianning's voice calmed Han Jiajun down.
The dish that was delicious just now has now turned into a severed human limb.
The piece of meat that his sister-in-law gave him was clearly a human finger.
Han Jiajun's face turned even paler, and he kept hiding behind Feng Tianning.
"What your brother brought back wasn't a girlfriend, but a paper wife."
"Paper wife?" Han Jiajun couldn't help but shudder when he heard these two words.
He had only heard that some shops sold paper figures, but had never heard of such a thing as a paper wife.
During the Yuanhe reign of Emperor Xianzong of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Shisan, a paper-making craftsman from Anlefang, Luoyang, was arrested by the government for writing the birth date of a deceased woman between the eyebrows of a paper doll.
The paper doll he left behind but not burned was found by the woodcutter Chen Dalang. In the middle of the night, the paper doll took on the moonlight and transformed into a human form, calling itself "Liu Shi."
"So... my sister-in-law is Liu?" Han Jiajun stuttered as he finished the sentence.
Feng Tianning nodded. The torso of the paper wife was made of bamboo strips, and the facial features were painted with fish glue mixed with bone powder. The ink used to dot the eyes had to be mixed with the tears of a living person, so the eyes were always moist.
They use this method to seduce those lustful people and suck their essence.
There are three "air holes" the size of copper coins hidden on the back of the paper wife's neck. The higher the cultivation level, the smaller the air holes, and the closer she is to a real person.
Feng Tianning just saw that the ventilation hole behind Han Jiajun's sister-in-law's neck was only the size of cinnabar, so her cultivation must be extremely high.
Feng Tianning's expression was somewhat solemn. Why did he always encounter such powerful evil spirits?
[Bad luck, merit: 10]
There was also a line of big words on my sister-in-law's head.
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