Chapter 557
Therefore, throughout the old mansion, who would dare not fawn over this young lady?
Moreover, the deity personally ordered them to take good care of her.
Wen Xin was unaware that she had become the mascot of the eerie and terrifying old house in Nanshan. Upon hearing Mo'er's voice, she instinctively wanted to shudder.
Wen Xin was speechless, feeling a bit like she was getting her comeuppance.
Who told her to create a persona of being afraid of ghosts for herself last night before she even had any memories? As a result, it backfired; she really is afraid of fragments of her soul!
Helpless, she could only try her best to remain calm, "W-what?"
Mo'er looked at her gently and encouraged her, "Don't be afraid. You are now the mistress of the old house. You can go wherever you want without being reserved."
The lady of the house?
This is another treatment that even fragments of the soul didn't receive in the previous life.
Wen Xin's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, her pretty face flushed, and she nodded delicately to indicate that she understood.
"Mo'er, where are we going?"
"This servant will take you to the shrine to see the master."
"..."
Wen Xin almost lost her composure and ruined her public image.
Here we go again. Even fragments of my soul from my past life didn't appear like this.
Oh my god, look how big the butterfly wings are flapping!
Could she possibly refuse?
She was afraid she would lose control of her body's instincts and faint, which would be too disrespectful to her dead... no, ghost husband.
Wen Xin was still planning to see how things went. As long as she wasn't a concubine, she would try her best to get along well with her cheap husband and work together to ruin Fang Xingyan, that trashy male lead.
It would be a real shame if the revolution had been cut short because of her fear of ghosts.
Wen Xin bit her lip lightly, "He...He wants to see me?"
Mo'er nodded, "The master mainly wants you to come out and walk around, so you don't get sick from staying in the house. Besides, you'll be living in the main courtyard from now on, so you can't not go to the shrine."
Wen Xin: "..." That's so true, she couldn't refute it.
Moreover, whether she sticks her neck out or not, she'll still get hurt. If she accidentally encounters one at night, and because of her fear of ghosts, she might be scared to death, which would be an even bigger problem.
Wen Xin took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself before stepping out of the room.
The new house was located in the east wing of the main courtyard.
As soon as she stepped out, she could see the main building of the courtyard, a room built in the shape of a shrine... It was more like a palace than a room, because it was really large.
The pillars are made of Phoebe zhennan wood, the tiles are golden glazed, and the heavy black doors are carved with intricate patterns.
Wen Xin remembered that those totems were exactly the same as the totems on the black robe of the ghost god last night, but she couldn't tell what the totems depicted or what their meanings were. Her eyes hurt after looking at them for a few more seconds, and she felt dizzy.
She immediately understood that this must be the pollution that this small world spoke of—a bizarre existence that cannot be seen, thought of, or spoken of.
Wen Xin had no intention of making things difficult for herself, so she looked away and stopped thinking about the totems.
Her gaze swept over Mo'er and the ghost maids.
Seeing them bowing their heads in utter awe, and knowing that they dared not make a sound after approaching the shrine, and even appearing somewhat stiff and eerie, like a group of puppets on strings.
A chill ran down my spine, and the instincts of the fragmented soul began to fill in the blanks again.
Wen Xin: "..."
She suppressed the urge to soften her stance. She had originally intended to ask Mo'er if she should just stand outside the shrine for a while or something else.
But for now, it's best for her to remain silent.
The shrine doors opened slowly with a heavy thud.
Thick black curtains hung over the entire room, layer upon layer covering the innermost part, and a sense of oppression and terror wafted in along with the rich sandalwood incense.
Wen Xin: "..." Her feet felt even softer.
The shrine was silent, and the maids, including Mo'er, had already knelt silently on the ground. She was the only one who could breathe.
Um, is she dizzy or just faint?
Although Wen Xin was affected by the fragments of the soul, it was only an influence, not a control. Her true consciousness was not afraid. It was impossible for her to faint, nor could she pretend to faint... Pretending to faint in front of ghosts and gods was not something she could do, as she didn't have a core in her brain.
What should we do then?
As Wen Xin was struggling with her thoughts, the black curtains in the shrine suddenly pulled back to both sides, revealing the offering table and altar deep inside.
Above the altar was a statue nearly two meters tall, made of some unknown stone. It wore a crown that only emperors could wear, with the crown hanging down to cover its face.
The emperor of the human world is supreme and unrivaled, ruling over the five lakes and four seas, and even gods and Buddhas retreat in fear.
These words unconsciously surfaced in Wen Xin's mind.
The Emperor of the Mortal Realm?
Is he the human emperor from mythology?
That was the true ruler of the human world, whose status was as revered as that of a primordial saint. Unfortunately, in ancient mythology, the last human emperor, King Zhou, was defeated in the Investiture of the Gods war. Subsequent emperors could only be ordained by Heaven and submit to Heaven, and there was no more human emperor on earth.
What bothered Wen Xin even more was that the statue was wrapped in countless black iron chains, and strange totems could be vaguely seen on its clothing.
She hadn't forgotten that when the ghosts appeared last night, she was also bound by iron chains.
Wen Xin recalled the rules, constraints, and restrictions mentioned in the Heavenly Dao storyline.
It's obvious that her newly minted ghost husband is destined to be a villainous character with a tragic and powerful backstory.
Wen Xin was racking her brains, but she remained standing still, her misty eyes filled with timidity and helplessness.
Although she is dressed as an ancient bride, her demeanor is so youthful and fragile that she seems as if a slight fright could break her.
A gentle, low sigh echoed from the shrine, startling the girl into taking a step back, making her even more uneasy.
"You don't need to be afraid."
The man's voice was warm and gentle, like a spring breeze in March, soothing people's hearts and calming all uneasy emotions.
Wen Xin clenched her small hands tightly, her weak voice filled with surprise and doubt, "You...you are?"
He asked in a gentle, low voice, "Would you like to come in and talk to me?"
Wen Xin bit her lip, nodded obediently, lifted her skirt, and carefully stepped into the shrine.
As if afraid of startling the delicate human girl, the shrine door was not closed.
But if Wen Xin turned her head, she would find that Mo'er and the others had long since disappeared outside, and the scene in the courtyard seemed to have completely frozen.
When Wen Xin walked in, she found that the statue on the altar was gone, replaced by a handsome man sitting on it, dressed in a black, wide-sleeved robe.
His raven-feather-like long hair was loose, and his wide robes hung on the altar, the totems on them shimmering with an eerie light. With the slightest movement, the sound of chains clanging echoed in the silent shrine, distant and strange.
He didn't seem like a normal person at all, but perhaps because the man was too handsome and meant her no harm, he soothed Wen Xin's fear of ghosts.
Besides, he is now her husband in name only, so she has even less reason to be afraid.
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