Chapter 561
The fear in the girl's eyes completely disappeared, but she was still a little uneasy. "Then, will it continue like this in the future?"
Upon hearing this, the ghosts and spirits fell silent.
Wen Xin was almost in tears. Did this mean she would still do it?
Even if it wasn't some terrifying being she was thinking of, it was still scary to see it come to her bed in the middle of the night and bother her.
The key point is that it's also quite rogue.
Meeting the accusing yet aggrieved gaze of the young bride, the ghost felt even more guilty. "I just woke up, and my power has dissipated... However, I will try my best to control it. I'm really sorry for scaring you."
Looking at the guilt in his expression, and then at the black chains on his body, Wen Xin could no longer be angry.
He is the high and mysterious master of the old house. Since she came here, He has been extremely gentle and caring towards her, and has never forced her to do anything. Wasn't she frightened by His power?
It's nothing, really.
And it wasn't intentional on His part.
With that thought, how could Wen Xin still harbor any resentment?
The innocent and gentle girl shook her head. "I'm fine... Did you just hear me cry for help?"
The spirits nodded slightly.
Wen Xin's smile became even more sincere. "Thank you. I didn't know what to do at all."
In her desperate plea for help, she herself had no hope.
I never expected that He would actually come.
The girl couldn't help but label him as a "good person".
The spirit was moved, “You have suffered an undeserved calamity because of me.”
Looking at the sky outside, He said considerately, "It's late, you should go to sleep."
Seeing him like this, Wen Xin trusted him even more. However, after what had just happened, the shock in her heart had not yet dissipated, and even though she was very tired, she found it difficult to fall asleep.
The ghost's voice was gentle in the darkness, "Don't be afraid, I will guard outside your house. Nothing will happen tonight, I promise."
Wen Xin's eyes trembled slightly as she stared blankly at the non-human being before her, who was clearly dressed in a cold black robe and bound by strange chains, yet was surprisingly patient and gentle towards her.
She is many times better than her peers, or even the so-called relatives of the merchants.
Sometimes, people are actually scarier than ghosts.
The girl looked somewhat dazed and murmured to herself, "Why are you so good to me?"
Under the candlelight, the cold divinity in the ghost's eyes seemed to disappear, and a strange tenderness lingered in his deep voice: "This is what I should do."
She is His bride, His wife.
Wen Xin lowered her eyes, her pretty face flushed, and she didn't say anything more.
The ghost said nothing more, and left the room clutching the strange black object in its hand.
After He left, Wen Xin stared at the exquisite embroidery on the bed curtains with her eyes open. She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but before she knew it, drowsiness came over her and she gradually drifted into a dream. It was as if she knew that someone was watching over her, and she felt very at ease.
Outside the bridal chamber, the girl inside seemed to have calmed down. The warmth in her ghostly expression vanished, replaced by an inhuman coldness in her eyes and a terrifying aura spreading outwards.
All the ghosts and monsters in the old house trembled and crawled on the ground. Several of the weaker ones had already exploded into blood flowers and returned to the ground beneath the old house to reform.
The ghosts hovering on the edge of exploding were in the worst possible situation. They wouldn't die, but watching themselves get blown up was still terrifying... truly terrifying.
Hasn't the Demon God awakened?
Why has the power gone out of control again?
Or did some idiot offend that person?
The ghosts and monsters were miserable, trembling with fear, and dared not speak.
The ghosts and spirits in the old house paid no attention to them. Their indifferent gaze fell on the ball of power in their hand, and they squeezed their fingers tightly, crushing the ball of power into an explosion.
You scared her.
However, even after the explosion, the black aura did not dissipate; instead, an even denser aura of yin energy emanated from the ghost.
A strange black mist swirled around Him, cold and ominous, violent and greedy.
"Ha, you're so hypocritical. Don't forget, I'm also you. My obsession and madness towards her, isn't that yours too?"
"She is so warm, soft and fragrant. I want every part of her to be imbued with my scent."
"Don't tell me you don't want to do anything to her? You don't even believe it yourself, do you?"
"If you can't handle it, then get out and give me back control of your body."
The sinister, deep voice was filled with excitement and madness; even more eerie was that the voice was exactly the same as that of a ghost or god.
However, when the ghosts and gods were in front of Wen Xin, their tone was always gentle and warm, like a kind and gentle neighbor, full of pity and tolerance for her.
But the voice from within the black mist possessed only a terrifying possessiveness towards her.
If you ask Wen Xin, it's like... ahhhhh, where did this hooligan pervert come from?
The ghost frowned, seemingly disliking the voice.
He raised his hand, and the sound of the chains clashing was distant and eerie, as if sealing away some terrifying monster.
The black mist was choked and could only reluctantly return to His body.
"Heh, you'll let me out sooner or later."
"She's mine! Mine!"
A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the demon god, and as he lowered his hand, the evil and crazy voice disappeared with the sound of chains.
"She doesn't like this, so you should be the one to get out."
The gentle voice of the ghost dissipated into the cold, dark sky.
...
The next day, Wen Xin didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky.
She woke up late and no one woke her up, letting her sleep as much as she wanted.
Wen Xin felt a little embarrassed and flustered.
She had never slept until this time before when she worked at the Shang family business, because Shang Ruru required her to get up early every day to make breakfast for her.
Whether she eats it or not, Shang Xin has to do it, otherwise she won't have an easy time for a long time to come.
Wen Xin, who had just woken up, sat on the bed. She was confused for a while, then suddenly remembered something. She quickly got up, washed up, changed her clothes, and hurriedly ran to the shrine.
Mo'er and her maids were all puzzled. What happened to the madam? Why were they in such a hurry?
But Wen Xin had already entered the shrine, and they didn't dare to follow her in, so they could only wait outside for others.
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
The spirits still sat upright on the altar, the offering table was still clean, and the entire shrine was cold and silent.
But when the girl burst in, lifting her skirt, a sense of life inexplicably returned.
Even the cold, ghostly deities sitting high on their altars seemed to feel warmth.
Wen Xin bit her lip lightly, her face full of unease and guilt. She didn't dare to look up at Him and apologized in a weak voice, "I slept in late, I'm sorry."
The ghost was taken aback. "So what if I slept in late? Why do you have to apologize to me?"
Wen Xin was stunned. "But...but I promised you yesterday that I would come and talk to you every day."
The ghost chuckled, "Why don't you come back when you're awake?"
Wen Xin tucked her little hands in her pockets. "So you're not angry with me?"
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