Chapter 568
So, what she just saw as someone twisting their head off their neck was just a magic trick or a juggling act?
No, it's not a ghost?
With tears blurring her vision, Wen Xin looked at the ghosts and gods pleadingly, as if asking: Is that really true?
The ghost gently patted her little head.
Wen Xin's heart, which had been terrified, calmed down and she caught her breath, but she still clung tightly to the ghost.
The spirit was pleased with the young bride's enthusiasm and didn't mind being hugged.
Wen Xin seemed oblivious to the awkwardness of their posture. She mustered her courage, turned her head, glanced at them quickly, and then turned back.
It really does look like a fake head.
She turned around to observe again, this time with a bit more courage.
The ghost god's eyes were gentle and doting as he cautiously explored the outside world with her like a young animal, wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms and rub her against him.
but……
He sighed with regret, realizing that his young bride was very timid and that his recklessness had only frightened her.
Well, they have plenty of time, no rush.
The other personality of the ghost, sealed away, just wanted to curse: You're not in a hurry, you're not in a hurry but I am, you hypocrite, ptooey!
The young bride has already thrown herself into his arms, yet he can still remain completely unmoved. Useless! If you can't handle it, then get out and let him take his place!
Wow~ She's so warm, and her waist is so slender. What if he's a little rough and breaks her?
She looks so beautiful even when she cries. I wish she could cry even more, her face streaked with tears. And those lips are so sweet. Her skin is as smooth as white porcelain, if you were to leave any marks on it...
A certain deity's mad personality is like a pervert, extremely infatuated with His little bride, wanting to do this and that to her.
However, the dominant personality was like an impotent person, dragging its feet and stammering, even more so than a donkey.
spirits:"……"
He heard it!
The madman sneered, "So what if I hear that? I'm already about to explode with anger, why should I care about your fragile heart?"
He can't do anything with such a beautiful wife; he's just impotent!
Pshaw, it's that the master is impotent, but his virility remains undiminished, and he can absolutely satisfy the young bride to the extreme.
Just wait, He will surely devour this impotent good-for-nothing; the little bride is destined to be His.
He will fill her with His essence inside and out, and lock her to the altar with the most exquisite chains, possessing her day and night.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, wishing he could break those annoying chains right now and immediately take the little bride for himself.
spirits:"…………"
He and the madman's personality share a common soul, so naturally, the other's thoughts cannot be hidden from Him.
Thinking of those sensual and intoxicating thoughts that had just crossed his mind, Gui Shen's Adam's apple bobbed, and a dark light flickered in his eyes, a mixture of anger and... lust.
Not to mention that the madman's personality was always trying to devour Him, He was also always trying to destroy that bastard with a head full of lustful thoughts.
How can I fantasize about her like this?
She is His wife, and He should respect her in everything and should not frighten her in the slightest.
The madman sneered repeatedly: "Heh, you think you're so noble? If you're so capable, then don't have any desires. You're such a hypocrite, you know that?"
The ghosts and gods were too lazy to waste words with that barbaric bastard, so they simply added several more layers of seals to the iron chains.
The crazy personality who suddenly couldn't sense the little bride's gentleness through the main personality: "..." Damn it! Damn it!
Give the little bride back to Him!
They are irreconcilable enemies!
Wen Xin had no idea that her ghostly husband was being torn apart by demons, and she didn't think much of it when she heard the chains on his body rattling.
She'd gotten used to the sound of the chains these days.
Or perhaps, she gradually got used to the strangeness of the ghosts and spirits, and no longer let her constitution control her or make her afraid of them.
She was staring in amazement at the paper doll's head on the ground. It was very realistic, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that it was quite different from a real person.
She immediately tensed up when she realized it wasn't a ghost.
"You made this head so realistically."
The headless ghost was covered in cold sweat... well, it wasn't sweating, but it was genuinely terrified.
Luckily, it was clever enough; kudos to itself.
The headless ghost gave Wen Xin a fawning smile, "Madam, you flatter me."
When Wen Xin saw that it was still kneeling on the ground, she knew it was because she had startled it by making a fuss.
She pursed her lips apologetically, "I'm really sorry about earlier."
The headless ghost waved his hands, "No, no, it was my fault."
Wen Xin felt a little uncomfortable. "You... get up first."
"I will kneel to answer..."
Its legs were weak and it couldn't stand up, but before it could finish speaking, the terrifying gaze of the demon god swept over, and the headless ghost instantly stood up straighter than anyone else.
Seeing his little bride curiously looking at the paper head on the ground, the ghosts and gods chuckled and asked, "Want to see?"
Wen Xin smiled softly at Him and said, "I've never seen a head-removing magic trick before."
The head-removing ghost, understanding the implied meaning, immediately picked up the paper head from the ground. "Shall I demonstrate for you, Madam?"
A hint of surprise appeared on Wen Xin's face. "Is that alright?"
"Yes, yes."
The head-removing ghost suddenly turned around, then abruptly turned back, one hand covering his head, the other pinching his chin, and with a snap, ripped his head off.
Wen Xin exclaimed in surprise, and when she saw its head sticking out from the collar, and that what she held in her hand was just a paper doll head, she clapped her hands in admiration, "Amazing!"
The head-removing ghost humbly replied, "It's just a trivial skill; I'm sorry you had to laugh at me."
Looking at the radiant smile on her face, the ghost asked gently, "Do you like it?"
The girl nodded her head. "Very exciting."
The ghost gave the head-removing ghost a look, and the head-removing ghost immediately understood. Not only did he perform the head-removing magic trick again, but he also performed a Sichuan opera face-changing act, making the young lady smile from ear to ear.
Then, the head-removing ghost received an order from the ghost god to find some talented ghosts in the old house to form a performance troupe to entertain the young lady.
The headless ghost gasped in surprise; it had turned misfortune into good fortune!
It may be a formidable ghost outside, but inside the old house, it's definitely at the very bottom of the food chain.
Putting everything else aside, it couldn't even get a place to live, let alone a room. In the end, it had no choice but to squeeze into the reliefs of the Star-Picking Tower and live there every day, picking at its own head and playing with it, which almost scared the young lady to death...
And you should know that those who are qualified to serve the young mistress are the most senior members of the old mansion, and each one of them is a powerful and influential figure.
Like Steward Song, it is said that he served by the side of the Ghost God when the human world was still in charge. In terms of cultivation and seniority, he was even more than the true gods of the underworld.
Where is Mo'er?
She was a female prime minister of a dynasty more than a thousand years ago, and was also a very powerful figure.
Before these great ghosts, the headless ghost was nothing more than a tiny, insignificant grandson, only fit to play in the outer courtyard, not even qualified to pay homage to the young mistress.
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