I don't know anything about skin-changing or painted skins. The only thing I know is how to give him my own face.
I kissed his ugly face. I don't think I ever told him that he was indeed ugly, but his eyes were so dark they seemed to hold the entire starry sky.
I used magic to remove my own face and put it on his.
Then it retreated back into the roots of that wisteria tree. Using a spell like "plucking the face" once would destroy most of my cultivation. Now I only have that small part of my original body left to heal.
I know nothing about what happened after that.
When I woke up, he had become a dazzling star, the focus of everyone's attention, the next entertainment king.
And I went from being a demon to a ghost.
I learned about him from other ghosts, and I wanted to go find him, but humans and ghosts are different, and finding a way back to the human world was extremely difficult.
Perhaps I've been wandering the gates of hell for too long. A kind old ghost told me that if I could find a connection in the mortal world, it might be easier for me to return to the mortal world.
So, I used the merit money that other flower fairies burned for me to ask the ghost messenger to take me to the mortal world to find a bond. The ghost messenger pitied me for having no face and a broken soul that could not be reincarnated, so he secretly told me that as long as I could find a pen spirit master who could travel between the world of life and death, I could come back to the human world through the path between yin and yang drawn by the pen spirit master.
I wasn't so lucky; I didn't find the spirit master, but I met her instead.
That woman was so beautiful; her soul seemed to have left her body as she looked at her man with tears in her eyes.
I said, no man is any good.
She screamed in terror.
Ghosts are afraid of other ghosts?
I,……
Later, she mustered her courage and said in a trembling voice, "He was a good man, but unfortunately I am not fortunate enough to be with him."
A thought struck me: I'll give you lifespan, and you'll give me face in return.
I am a wisteria flower spirit, and I have a way to give people their own lifespan. The woman hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
And so, at night I finally had a face.
However, even with a face, without a spirit master to pave the way, I still cannot stay in the mortal realm.
My ghostly power was almost completely depleted. Finally, an opportunity came. A descendant of a spirit writer wrote online that her words were a path to the mortal world. Fortunately, I matched her description, and the door to the mortal world opened for me.
I went to find him, but he was dressed in a robe of gods and Buddhas, so I couldn't get close to him, let alone let him see me. Helpless, I had no choice but to go find someone with the ability to see ghosts...
...
Linghu Lan suddenly opened her eyes and silently looked at the female ghost in front of her, or more precisely, the wisteria flower fairy.
She provided her with so much information. She had always felt that Wenmo's abilities were special, and had even thought about going to Wenmo's hometown, Wenjia Village, to find information after this period of time had passed. She never expected that this wisteria flower fairy would bring her everything she wanted to know.
Sure enough, the truth is in hell.
She glanced at Luo Ran'er silently.
Luo Ran'er inherited Ku Xi's Yin-Yang Eyes, but she only used them to exorcise ghosts and subdue demons instead of addressing the root of the problem, which was a waste of a precious treasure.
"I'll help you. What's his name?"
Bright red blood gushed from Mingxiu's eyes, forming a name on the table: Bei Yusheng.
This scene was too terrifying.
The man closed his eyes, unable to bear looking any longer.
Luo Ran'er frowned and lowered her head to think. She had already figured it out. The female ghost had reached out her hand not to suddenly attack, but to convey some information to Wen Mo. As for what she was telling him, she couldn't guess.
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