The moonlight shone down like clumps of silk threads or wisps of mist, tightly enveloping Lu Qingyan.
Her spirit body became increasingly solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then returned to its previous ethereal and translucent state.
However, she is much more comfortable now than before.
Lu Qingyan took a satisfied nap and then retreated back into the painting.
That night, Wenwu's worries and waits were all in vain.
The people below all thought that Master Sanyang was so powerful that he had subdued the ghosts and monsters here, which was why they dared not act rashly. For a moment, their faces were full of joy and they were no longer afraid.
Wenwu sat in the room, completely lost and confused. He couldn't understand why Yueniang hadn't come to seek revenge on him.
Lu Qingyan rested in the painting for a day, and then emerged again at night. Silver moonlight flowed around her, turning into starlight and merging with her.
Lu Qingyan looked herself up and down, let her hair down, added some blood-red special effects to her face, and then started wandering around the house.
It must be said that this move did scare away a lot of people, and screams could be heard from time to time throughout the Wen family mansion.
That night, the people in the mansion were once again gripped by panic.
Wen Wuquan stroked the old, worn-out portrait and said with a bitter smile, "Moon Lady, why can't you just give me a quick death?"
I was tormented by all sorts of emotions day and night, and I didn't even know what kind of feelings I still had for her.
This was only the first day. In the following days, Lu Qingyan would bask in the moonlight when it was out to replenish her ghostly power. When the moon was out, she would wander around the mansion in a flowing white robe. Occasionally, she would turn around, revealing two lines of bloody tears on her pale face, and her dark, shining pupils filled with an unfathomable blackness. Blood dripped from her forehead down her cheeks, frightening many people away.
Lu Qingyan clicked her tongue: "These people are quite timid. How could they have committed so many bad things back then?"
Perhaps it's human nature to feel a sense of satisfaction from inflicting pain on others. Therefore, we often feel a degree of schadenfreude when dealing with the misfortunes of others, while considering the pain we inflict on ourselves as the most important thing.
The entire Wen family now consists of long-time residents; no new members have been added to the household for a very, very long time.
The elderly people who stayed here were no pushovers either.
Lu Qingyan remembered that once someone bought something and smashed the stall without saying a word, and refused to pay a penny because of his family's power.
Lu Qingyan remembered that someone, out of jealousy of another's beauty, added a lot of ingredients to the rouge she used. Before long, that person's face was ruined. She then used the person she had hurt to become a favorite of her master.
Lu Qingyan remembered a man who, for some reason, developed a gambling addiction, throwing money away recklessly. Later, he even sold his children and wife into slavery, all for a little bit of silver. He was a coward and didn't dare to openly steal from his master's room, so he framed someone else for the crime.
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All the protagonists of these stories are still living well in this house, enjoying a smooth and peaceful life.
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