Chapter 580
The worry in Wen Xin's eyes dissipated. She tidied the incense table, replaced it with fresh flowers and offerings, and said softly:
"Brother, I'm fine, don't worry about me. Today's offering is osmanthus cake, made from osmanthus flowers I picked earlier. Do you like it? Hmm, what about the flowers? They're zinnias. These flowers have a good meaning, symbolizing rising to higher positions. But I don't think you need these, brother. And the other one is, 'May our friendship last forever...'"
The ghost god: "..." He doesn't need this either.
If He truly needed it, He would only ask for the last four words—"forever and ever, with her for a long, long time!"
"Mo'er said the water lilies in the lotus pond will bloom soon. When they bloom, I'll pick them for you, okay?"
The girl continued to chatter to Him about daily life, her voice soft and sweet, providing Him with the best spiritual comfort than anything else.
The wind chimes rang out again with a clear, melodious sound, as if they were responding to her.
To Him, everything she did and said was good.
Wen Xin's eyebrows curved into a smile, and her pretty face finally broke into a smile. She even had the mood to joke with the ghost, "Brother has become like this, I can't even talk to you properly anymore."
This time, the chains made a dull sound, as if He was also very troubled by it.
"It's okay. I come to chat with my brother every day. If he can't tell you, I'll tell you."
This time, it was Wen Xin's turn to comfort the ghosts and spirits.
She glanced at the incense table, then suddenly remembered something. "I remember that other temples have divination sticks or divination cups in their shrines. Why don't we have Steward Song have someone make those too? Oh, right, may I ask my brother for a divination slip?"
The wind chime rang once, and the ghost's response to her was: Yes.
Wen Xin blinked. "If I get a very good fortune in my prayers, does that mean my brother will bless me and help me fulfill my wish?"
The spirits gave her an affirmative answer.
The girl happily clasped her hands together, "Worshipping my brother is much more effective than worshipping other gods."
spirits:"……"
She doesn't need to worship; she only needs to speak, and He will grant her wish.
However, the girl hesitated again, "What if I pray for bad luck?"
spirits:"……"
How could there be such a terrible omen?
Her prayers will surely be answered.
Wen Xin didn't dwell on this for long before asking curiously, "I've heard that those who devoutly worship deities are their followers and will receive divine protection. Furthermore, a follower's faith can also benefit the deity. So, will my faith be useful to my brother?"
An invisible wind seemed to coalesce into a hand, gently brushing her hair; the spirits and gods felt both helpless and indulgent towards her.
He wanted more than just her faith.
Wen Xin's ears turned red, but her smile grew even brighter.
"By the way, brother, I'd like to go to the front hall later to see the guests who came last night."
The atmosphere in the shrine seemed to fall silent for a moment, but it returned to normal in the blink of an eye; the spirits would not refuse any request she made.
Wen Xin lowered her head slightly, seemingly a little embarrassed, her voice tinged with shyness, "I was thinking that it's inconvenient for my brother to come out as the host, so I'll go and greet the guests for you, is that alright?"
The chains rattled, their dull sound becoming crisp and clear.
The spirits replied: Yes, yes, absolutely.
Wen Xin: "..."
So "lively," he doesn't seem like a steady older brother, but rather some scoundrel?
The madman was so angry he jumped up and down: "You're so biased! The little bride's heart is practically tilted to the North Pole!"
And you hypocrite, what are you laughing at!
Sooner or later, the young bride will see through your true colors.
The spirits ignored him, gazing tenderly and smilingly at his young wife.
So cute, so well-behaved!
...
The atmosphere inside the shrine was relaxed and sweet, but the explorers in the front yard were left with only despair and misery.
The monsters here are simply inhuman...
Okay, they weren't human to begin with!
But what kind of ghost or monster makes people practice etiquette all night?
From walking posture to demeanor, and even facial smiles, everything must be trained to the template provided by Aunt Lin, otherwise... it's a death warning.
In just one night, nearly twenty people have died because of improper etiquette.
Of the fifty-odd people who came in, almost half of them are already dead.
The explorer wore the most standard smile, but his heart was filled with fear.
Could this place be any more terrifying?
However, even though they had been tormented both physically and mentally all night, no explorer dared to complain or resist, much less try to take advantage of the situation, since all the stubborn ones had died the night before.
Under the immense pressure of death, they all honed their etiquette to perfection. Haha, if they manage to get out of here alive, their impeccable manners could earn them a spot on the national team.
The night finally passed and daylight arrived, but the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the old house remained unchanged.
Aunt Lin clapped her hands. "Alright, although your training was so-so, I don't have much hope for you anymore."
The explorers, who were practically turning into ceremonial statues: "..."
Hehe, her face is covered!
Aunt Lin didn't care about their feelings. "From now until 11:00 AM, you have free time. But remember, be on time at 11:00 AM, get ready, come to the front hall, and greet and bow to the Madam with your best demeanor. Do you understand?"
The explorers' expressions changed, their hearts filled with terror.
Could that lady be some kind of super terrifying big boss?
This is only the beginning, and we're already meeting each other?
Do they really have a chance to survive?
Okay, if they dare not come, or dare to object now, they're as good as dead.
Fang Xingyan tightened his grip and tentatively asked, "May I ask, Aunt, who is Madam?"
The explorers looked at Fang Xingyan with immense admiration, yet also watched Aunt Lin with unease, fearing she might suddenly strike and chop off Fang Xingyan's head with her fan.
Her fan sliced off the heads of at least a dozen people last night; it was truly horrifying.
Aunt Lin looked at Fang Xingyan with a strange gaze that sent chills down everyone's spines, but in the end, she did not make a move.
In other words, they can speak during the day.
The group tried to find a silver lining in their misery: this was the only good news they'd had since entering this terrifying place of rules.
However, Aunt Lin only gave Fang Xingyan a cold look and said, "Is it any of your business to inquire about the Madam's identity?"
Fang Xingyan: "..."
Other explorers: "..."
How would they know who the lady is if they didn't ask around?
If I accidentally offend her, wouldn't I be risking my life for nothing?
However, while they thought this way, no one dared to say it out loud.
Aunt Lin waved her hand dismissively, telling these people to get lost.
Finally able to leave this place, the explorers, who had been tormented all night, hurriedly retreated, needing to discuss what to do next.
...
Just as the hour of Wei (1-3 PM) arrived, all the surviving explorers had gathered in the front yard.
What a joke, only a fool would dare to be late.
However, there is some good news from this morning: no one has died.
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