Chapter 565
The ghost's gaze suddenly became distant and anciently silent, and he said softly, "Everyone reveres me and uses honorifics to address me, but you are different."
Wen Xin paused for a moment, "Ah...how would you like me to address you?"
The spirits sighed helplessly, "See, it's still a respectful form of address."
The girl blushed and changed her question, "What should I call you?"
The ghost chuckled, "That's something for you to think about, Madam."
The word "Madam" made Wen Xin's head spin, and her cheeks turned bright red.
Although she knew in her heart that they were now husband and wife, she dared not think too much whenever she saw Him sitting on the altar, His holy appearance untouched by worldly affairs.
However, at this moment... her heart was pounding so hard that she was completely speechless.
She was still dizzy when she left the shrine.
"Madam, what's wrong?"
"I'm waiting outside," Mo'er asked with concern.
Wen Xin covered her burning face, "It's nothing."
She quickly changed the subject, "The adults said you can take the incense, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Mo'er: "..."
Only you, my dear wife, would take such polite words seriously.
However, she worried that if she didn't take it, it would upset the young mistress, which would be equivalent to displeasing the spirit master, and in the end, they would be punished...
Mo'er still tremblingly took... the leftover scraps from making incense for ghosts and gods.
Even though it was just scraps, the incense made by the young mistress was of extremely high quality, and Mo'er and the ghosts in the old house who received some incense were very flattered.
That's right...
Ghosts and horses can't be lit with incense; someone has to do it.
Mo'er shyly ran over and asked Wen Xin to light incense for them.
Well, after all, the young mistress is the only one in the old house.
Wen Xin was so frightened by her request that she overthought things and felt weak all over.
But thinking about how well the people in the old house had taken care of her these past few days... No, it's just lighting incense, isn't it?
It's nothing, just a small matter!
She can!
Waaah, my hands and feet are still too weak to get up.
Where are you, sir?
Just as Wen Xin was thinking about ghosts and spirits, a ghost appeared beside her, its long arm gently around her shoulder, its tone slightly tense, "What's wrong?"
The girl immediately grabbed his sleeve as if grasping at a lifeline, looking at him with teary eyes, biting her lip, too embarrassed to say anything.
We can't say she was scared by her own imagination, can we?
How embarrassing!
The ghost felt a tightness in its heart as it looked at her tearful eyes. It raised its hand and placed the cold back of its hand on her forehead. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Xin shook her head, "No, no."
Seeing her embarrassed and unwilling to talk, the ghost gently refrained from pressing her, saying, "Didn't you want to go out for a walk? How about I take you out now?"
Wen Xin exclaimed "Ah!" and said shyly, "But I haven't thought of what to call you yet?"
A laugh escaped the ghost's throat. "Is that all the trouble you're going through?"
The girl lowered her head shyly, "No, it's just that I realized I don't know your name."
The ghost held her hand and wrote the character "衡" (heng) in her palm.
"My given name, as for my surname, should be Shang."
Wen Xin: "…………"
business?
Is it a merchant's business?
Oh my god, it seems like she's touched on some hidden plot again?
So, what exactly is the relationship between ghosts and gods and merchants, the four major families, and even the entire Chaoge City?
Wen Xin couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.
What?
Could it be that ghosts or spirits are the ancestors of the merchants or something?
Wen Xin was so shocked by this guess that she almost burst out laughing.
If that's the case, then what kind of terrifying operation is it for the merchant to send him a bride from the Shang clan?
Although ghosts and gods may be separated from merchants by generations of generations, their blood ties are so thin that they are unrelated.
They're not exactly close relatives, but they're probably from the same clan, right?
This...this...
However, when she realized that she was not a daughter of the Shang family, but rather a scapegoat raised by the Shang family, she calmed down.
What is the relationship between the businesswoman and Wen Xin?
However, something flashed through Wen Xin's mind, but her thoughts were too jumbled to grasp it immediately.
Well, judging from the ghost's appearance, it doesn't seem like he intends to reveal any hidden plot details, so she'll just pretend she doesn't know.
She refused to actively trigger or explore hidden storylines.
As long as she doesn't foolishly fall for Fang Xingyan's tricks and harm the ghosts and gods like the soul fragments, how many times can that trashy male lead withstand being crushed by the ghosts and gods?
With this in mind, Wen Xin became even calmer.
She now prefers to explore the old house, and is more interested in this place that could become a dungeon of supernatural and mythical rules.
If it weren't for her physical condition, Wen Xin would have already gone out to tour the entire old house.
After all, she's practically the lady of the house now, right? I wonder how many antiques there are here (just kidding)?
However, the focus at this moment should be on how she should give the ghost a special name... cough, she can't just call him "dead ghost husband," can she?
He will strangle her!
Wen Xin lowered her eyes, concealing the smile that betrayed her true self.
The ghost thought the young bride was troubled and smiled helplessly, "It's alright, it's just a title, it doesn't matter, don't feel embarrassed."
"No, it's not difficult."
Wen Xin looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with sincerity. With a slight smile, she was shy and charming. "Brother... is it okay?"
The ghost's dark pupils contracted slightly, and the iron chains binding it suddenly tightened, almost unable to suppress the mad and obsessive malice within its body.
His Adam's apple bobbed. "Why do you call me that?"
Wen Xin tightened her grip on His sleeve. "I...I don't know either. It just flashed through my mind. No, is it not allowed?"
"OK."
The ghost's deep voice was gentle.
Wen Xin's heart skipped a beat, and she called out to him in a soft voice, "Brother."
The ghost gently stroked her hair, his expression as clear and gentle as the moon.
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