Tang Nian still had that smile on her face, but she gritted her teeth and said, "Madam Song, I haven't thought about marriage yet."
"Oh, Master Tang," Song Shiyi sat closer, acting like a close friend, "I noticed the other day that you and your attendant at the inn seemed to get along quite well? He looks like a rich young master, why don't you consider developing a relationship with him?"
Perhaps even Tang Nian herself didn't realize that when she thought about getting married, the face of Lou Mu, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, flashed through her mind.
She shook her head, and then, upon hearing this farcical conversation, she felt something was amiss and instinctively realized that Lou Mu shouldn't know about this conversation.
“You know he’s my attendant.” She waved her hand with a smile. “I’m a free spirit and I won’t force myself to do anything I’m supposed to do. Maybe I’ll get married someday, but definitely not because I’m getting old.”
After all, in terms of age, she was a ferocious beast several thousand years old; in the human world, she would have already married and had children long ago.
Song Shiyi stared at her for two seconds, then quickly smiled again, her words seemingly filled with endless emotion: "It's good to be capable. Young girls these days speak with confidence."
"Madam Song is quite formidable."
Tang Nian said a few words in response, but what she was thinking about was how Ming Huan was doing now.
She worried that her large belly was a sign of urban assimilation, or that her body had been eroded.
If that thing were to crawl out of Ming Huan's stomach, Ming Huan would probably be helpless.
And then there's Song Shiyi. She'd never even met Ming Huan, yet she suddenly brought him up. It was impossible for her not to overthink it.
The more Tang Nian thought about it, the more worried she became. She couldn't sit still, so she said goodbye and left the Cui residence again.
Upon entering the inn again, Minghuan was still in her room, quietly fiddling with something in her hands, looking quite like a pregnant woman.
How are you feeling?
Tang Nian pushed the door open and came in, asking casually.
Minghuan waved and pointed to the book in his hand: "Sister Tang! I've found a solution, come and take a look!"
"That's amazing?"
Tang Nian had no doubts and took a few steps in that direction.
The next second, her wrist was gripped tightly.
Ming Huan's expression was somewhat frantic as he dragged Tang Nian toward him, his voice hoarse as he pleaded, "Let's get married! If you're with me, I promise I'll never mistreat you!"
What's wrong with you?!
Tang Nian slapped Ming Huan across the face with her free hand, sending his face swaying to the side.
Tang Nian said angrily, "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!"
Minghuan paid no heed to the slap, his grip tightening as he repeated obsessively, "Getting married will solve everything. As long as I can find a woman to marry, the child will be transferred to her womb, and I will recover!"
"Women are born to bear children, and that's not a problem for you!"
Tang Nian was too lazy to respond to these crazy words, and she didn't want to listen to Ming Huan, such a mythical beast, spouting such nonsense.
She reached out and pinched the Waiguan acupoint on Minghuan's wrist, pressing it firmly.
The latter's entire hand went numb and lost strength instantly.
In this situation, Ming Huan has clearly lost his mind, and using magic to suppress him is the most appropriate option.
But seeing Ming Huan awkwardly reaching out to support his waist as he retreated, Tang Nian recalled the scene she had witnessed some time ago.
The ghost will try every means to bind itself to its mother, nourishing her with its ghostly energy to create the most suitable vessel.
This connection is so close that if anything happens to a ghost, the vessel will inevitably be affected, just like the pregnant woman who died in the delivery room that day.
With a quick thought, Tang Nian could only grit her teeth and put away the magic orb she had just conjured, patiently reassuring her, "We'll figure out a way to deal with the stillbirth together, don't get agitated!"
Compared to exterminating the demons now, she cares more about Ming Huan's life.
"Sister Tang! Why won't you even help with this little thing? I'm about to collapse!"
Ming Huan's eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot. After regaining his footing, he immediately lunged at the person in front of him, baring his teeth and claws, as if he was determined to tie the person up no matter what.
Tang Nian had to be careful not to be caught by him, but she couldn't really hurt him, and she didn't dare to use magic. She was restricted in every way, so she could only fight and retreat at the same time. She jumped out of the window, stretching out the battle line while comforting him.
Lou Mu appeared at this time.
As soon as he entered the city, he sensed the eerie atmosphere. Fortunately, once inside, his connection with Tang Nian was restored. He didn't dare to delay and hurried towards the inn.
Upon arrival, they were greeted by this bizarre scene.
"Ming Huan!"
He waved his fan, blocking the way between Tang Nian and Ming Huan, and pushed hard. A white light flashed, and Ming Huan crashed directly into the wall.
"Lou Mu! Show mercy!" Tang Nian shouted, noticing Ming Huan's large belly.
As Ming Huan stood up, supporting his waist, Lou Mu darted forward and placed two fingers on Ming Huan's brow.
Ming Huan seemed frozen in place. As Lou Mu's finger slowly left, a wisp of black energy also left Ming Huan along with Lou Mu's finger, and his eyes gradually became clear.
Even her belly shrank at a visible speed, and she looked as if her soul had been taken away.
Tang Nian finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto the stool.
"Thanks."
"What..." Ming Huan felt sore all over and couldn't get up.
Tang Nian wiped her forehead: "You just insisted on getting married to me, saying that if you married me, you could transfer your pregnancy to me."
"ah?!"
Ming Huan only uttered a single syllable before Lou Mu spoke with a stern face.
"Let's talk about what exactly happened."
He wasn't asking about Tang Nian; he was staring at Ming Huan, making Ming Huan's heart tighten.
He, who had previously been clueless, subconsciously rubbed his stomach and frowned as he pondered.
"Nothing else... Isn't this city teeming with water ghosts? I've been saving people lately, and those water ghosts, after entering the mother's womb, even come to provoke me and try to trick me into their trap."
As he spoke, he glanced cautiously at Tang Nian, whose complexion was not good.
"And that's it. Wait, the day Sister Tang asked me to watch over Cui Wensong, the pregnant landlady said she made some food and specially brought some to us. I was too embarrassed to refuse. Could it be because of that?"
Without concrete evidence, it's hard to say, but Tang Nian feels that she's now mentally guarding against all pregnant women, and that the couple at the inn definitely have something going on.
She opened the door and, seeing no one around, waved her sleeve, and the entire room was enveloped in a pale blue light.
She had already given up on Ming Huan's help, but Lou Mu's arrival was just in time.
She summarized and shared the information she had gathered over the past few days.
"Lord Lou, what do you think?"
After Ming Huan's incident, Tang Nian immediately took away the teapot from the room.
"Since we have no clue about the baby and can't get any information from Song Shiyi either, we might as well start with the water ghost."
"You want to go into the water?" Tang Nian instantly understood Lou Mu's meaning.
Since the underworld cannot capture ghosts and we cannot start from there, we can only look for clues in the hiding places of water ghosts.
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