Chapter 575
She seemed to gently grasp the heart of the ghost, which had long since stopped beating.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he gently stroked her face with his fingertips. He couldn't help but lower his head and plant a kiss on her forehead and the corner of her lips.
Wen Xin opened her almond-shaped eyes slightly, a blush rising on her pretty face, her heart pounding wildly.
The ghost chuckled softly, "We are husband and wife."
Her face flushed even more, especially when she caught the faint hint of possessiveness in the depths of His gentle, smiling eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.
"We are husband and wife."
"My little bride, like me, she is obsessed with you, possessive, and always wants to be one with you..."
The deep, sinister, and obsessive words seemed to gradually overlap with the gentle, moon-like ghost before him.
...
As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the changes in the spirits became more pronounced. What was normally indistinguishable from ordinary people increasingly resembled a non-human deity, eerie and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.
The more a being resembles a human yet is not human, the more terrifying it is.
But aside from the initial shock, Wen Xin gradually forced herself to get used to it. He was her brother, the best brother to her, and the husband she would spend the rest of her life with... Although she still sometimes felt weak in the knees, she felt more heartache and worry for the ghost.
On August 14th, as the sun slowly disappeared below the horizon, the ghost, whose expression and movements were stiff, suddenly said to her, "I am going to sleep."
As Wen Xin leaned against Him, reading to Him, her body tensed up involuntarily, and her face paled slightly.
The ghost slowly raised its hand and stroked her face. "Don't be afraid."
Wen Xin grasped His hand, her clear and affectionate eyes fixed on Him, suppressing her unease as she said, "Brother is here, so I won't be afraid."
The ghost wanted to smile at her, but her face, as stiff as stone, wouldn't budge.
"You can command and mobilize everything in the old house; you are the master and the supreme authority."
These words, carrying an irresistible force of rule, echoed throughout the ancient house, etched into the souls of all the ghosts and monsters; those who defied them would die!
He had entrusted the entire old house, and even his own life, to her, leaving it to her to rule.
"elder brother!"
Wen Xin was deeply shaken, and her eyes welled up with tears.
The ghost gently stroked the corner of her reddened eyes with its fingertips, comforting her in a slow, stiff tone, "It's alright, I'm here."
Wen Xin nodded and squeezed his cold hand. "I know, brother, don't worry about me."
She tried her best to give Him a sweet and gentle smile, "When my brother wakes up, he will definitely see me first."
Therefore, He should not be afraid.
She will not leave Him, never.
The ghost grasped her small hand and softly replied with a "good".
Until the last rays of sunset faded from the shrine and night fell completely, when Wen Xin had to leave, the ghosts and gods made no demands on her.
It didn't tell her not to trust outsiders, nor did it impose any restrictive words on her. All it gave her was the same right to control the old house as He did, granting her complete trust and freedom, regardless of winning or losing.
Even if she eventually wants to return to the human world, He will only think about how to prevent her from being deceived and harmed, rather than imprisoning her.
His little bride deserves the best of everything in the world: brightness and warmth, a radiant smile, and no dark emotions such as pain and despair should ever be present in her.
He will protect her at all costs.
...
The stone lanterns in the courtyard were all lit, dispelling all the darkness, and the entire main courtyard was brightly lit, just like daytime.
Wen Xin stood at the bottom of the steps outside the shrine and couldn't help but turn her head, but the shrine door was already tightly closed, as if leaving Him in that lonely space.
For a moment, she even had the impulse to push open the door and go to Him.
Whether it's day or night, she wants to be with Him, not wanting Him to be lonely anymore.
But Wen Xin suppressed such an impulse.
She understood to some extent that the ghosts and spirits of the night were different from those of the daytime, especially in these past few days.
He clearly didn't want her to see that side of things, and what she had to do wasn't to disregard His wishes and, out of sympathy, pry into His scars...
Since her brother was unwilling, she would respect his wishes.
"lady."
The courtyard was brightly lit, but Mo'er still carried a lantern.
Wen Xin turned around and said, "Let's go."
"yes."
"By the way, Mo'er, when will the tourists arrive at the old house?"
"Reporting to Madam, it is midnight."
Wen Xin was a little surprised. Midnight? Isn't that twelve o'clock in the morning?
What kind of guests would come to visit at midnight?
Okay, those guests weren't ordinary guests.
However, midnight is generally considered the time when yin energy is at its peak, so shouldn't it be the most dangerous time for an old house?
Were those "guests" just coming in to deliver late-night snacks to the residents of the old house?
What Wen Xin didn't know was that at midnight, when the yin energy was at its peak, the old house was indeed extremely dangerous for outsiders.
However, midnight on the fifteenth of August is when ghosts and gods have just entered slumber. At that time, their power is most severely suppressed, and the ghosts and monsters in the old house will also be affected, resulting in a significant drop in their strength and minimizing the danger.
As long as those tourists aren't complete novices or idiots, they might get a kill at the start, but it won't be very powerful.
Well, of course, the so-called "not very powerful" means that the ferocious ghosts in the old house won't go on a killing spree and wipe everyone out in one go.
After all, the ancient house is the most dangerous place in the world, a place even the Heavenly Dao fears.
Of course, tourists who are smart, cautious, and calm enough can usually survive the initial game.
In previous years, the ghosts and monsters wouldn't kill them all as soon as they arrived, so what would be the fun?
After all, this is a toy that only comes around once a year, so it's quite a rare item.
However, this year the monsters aren't really interested in playing with toys; they're only interested in figuring out how to get promoted and become the little lady's red ghost!
After a few moments of contemplation, Madam Wen asked Mo'er, "Since they are guests, should I go out to entertain them?"
In any case, she is now the mistress of the old house.
We must still show hospitality.
But it was midnight, the dead of night, with the dew heavy and the night deep. Asking her to get out of her warm bed to entertain guests was a huge no-no for Wen Xin.
Disturbing her beauty sleep is an offense against nature.
A crazy, god-like figure who'd been shot in the knee: "..."
Mo'er couldn't help but chuckle, but her eyes were indifferent, showing a cold disregard for the group of human outsiders, without even a hint of contempt or disdain.
After all, in the past, outsiders who entered the old house didn't even have a chance to see her before they were all torn to pieces by the ghosts below.
To a powerful figure like her, outsiders were as insignificant as ants, not worth her time or effort.
Let alone the concubine?
How could they possibly be qualified to be personally entertained by the young mistress? Are they even worthy of such treatment?
"The steward of the outer courtyard will take care of them; you need not worry about it, Madam."
Mo'er said respectfully.
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