Mei Hong and her husband were college classmates, and she was also her husband Zhu Mao's first love. Mei Hong's family was middle-class in Hai City. A resourceful woman, she was courted by many men of all types during her freshman year.
Zhu Mao came from the countryside. He wasn't bad-looking, but his family was poor. His roommates and classmates insisted that Mei Hong wouldn't fall for a wild chicken from a mountain valley, and told Zhu Mao to give up his wishful thinking.
Finally, Mei Hong agreed.
At that time, everyone was saying that Meihong was a really good girl, who was not materialistic and did not care about the poor or the rich. In the eyes of boys, she was a goddess. She was pretty and fair-skinned, good at studying, and did not look down on others. Meihong had almost all the good qualities.
Less than three months into their relationship, Zhu Mao ostensibly broke up with Mei Hong. In reality, Mei Hong provoked Zhu Mao. She didn't directly call him poor, but constantly expressed her need for gifts, saying it was too expensive and shouldn't be spent recklessly by her boyfriend, and showing an expression of wanting to be patient.
Zhu Mao was very self-conscious and had a strong sense of self-esteem at the time. He could not give his beloved girlfriend good material things. In addition, the boys in the class would say that he was not worthy of Mei Hong, so the two naturally broke up.
Mei Hong had two boyfriends in college, but she was able to maintain her reputation. Whenever boys in school mentioned her, they would say that she was a good girl, affectionate and loyal, and not materialistic, and that it was reasonable for them to date again after breaking up.
Later, Zhu Mao graduated and started his own business. After some setbacks, he finally achieved success. When Mei Hong found out, she hooked up with him again. She was Zhu Mao's perfect match. It was easy for Zhu Mao to dump his then girlfriend and be with her.
Later, Meihong learned that Zhu Mao was infertile. She considered breaking up with him, but after weighing the pros and cons, she decided to stay and be a loving wife. Her husband's infertility made her feel guilty, so she remained by his side. This relationship, as well as the public opinion of relatives, was on her side.
Including the rural parents-in-law, no one dared to point fingers or criticize.
Mei Hong has her husband's family under her thumb. After more than a decade of marriage, who wouldn't envy and praise her for her good fortune? Her husband is successful in his career, wealthy, and unfailingly loving.
If that news hadn't broken, if Zhenzhen hadn't jumped, Zhumao's company would have nearly gone bankrupt. Meihong didn't want to recall that period. Her husband had become a completely different person, angry and complaining about how if she hadn't just given Zhenzhen away, she wouldn't have had to worry about feeding her. The endless arguments between them drove Meihong crazy.
Meihong was initially a little regretful about transferring Zhenzhen and was a little angry about Zhenzhen being molested, but then her life was turned into a mess because of Zhenzhen's suicide.
Criticized by the media, scolded by netizens, and ridiculed by the cousins she once looked down upon, her marriage is in jeopardy, and her son is in danger. Meihong's regret and heartache disappeared, and she was resentful of Zhenzhen. After all, she had raised her for seven years, but she was such an ungrateful person, she couldn't even die, dragging her family down with her.
Mei Hong was exhausted at the time. Her son could die at any time, and her husband complained and blamed her from time to time. She thought, forget it, why bother playing tricks? Her son was gone, so she might as well just go for it and die together.
It was a dark and hopeless year.
After seeing her son, Meihong walked on the street in a daze.
"...Did you see it?" Lu Cijiu asked in a low voice.
The two were on the second floor of the Xu family villa. The little boy on the bed was asleep, cast by Gong Xichao. There was no sign of the succubus or Shura in the villa, so they came up to avoid alerting the enemy.
It seems that the succubus is indeed very cunning, Lu Cijiu thought.
Gong Xichao sensed only a hint of the succubus's presence on the little boy, and then his mother, Hongmei, arrived. Using a trick, the two of them stood in a corner, and Meihong didn't notice. She approached the bed and tucked the quilt over her son, muttering to herself, "Why is he sleeping so soundly today?"
Then Meihong looked at her sleeping son and fell into deep thought about the past.
In fact, it was the work of Gong Xichao, looking through Mei Hong's memory.
"Right away." Gong Xichao replied.
The succubus was indeed very cunning. If you ask Mei Hong directly, she will have no memory of making a deal with the succubus, but deep in her memory, Gong Xichao saw it.
Mei Hong went to a temple in a state of despair. During Chinese New Year, the temple was bustling with activity, and many believers were burning incense and praying. Mei Hong blended in unnoticeably. The temple was giving out free incense, so Mei Hong took some, kowtowed, and knelt, muttering, "I hope my son will be well, I hope my son will be safe, even if it means sacrificing my own life, my husband's life..."
The clay sculpture sitting on the altar revealed a faint smile. The color wasn't bright, and due to age, it was a bit mottled. The sculpture was dignified and solemn, but for some reason, this smile didn't seem eerie, but rather a hint of charm. Just one look at it, and you couldn't help but be captivated by it.
It was as if he was not facing a clay statue, but a living, breathing beauty.
Seeing this, Meihong smiled foolishly.
"Thank you, God. God has appeared. God has appeared."
Meihong happily burned incense and walked out of the temple. The wind blew and she shuddered. Looking at the pilgrims coming and going, she was wondering why she ended up here.
The scene ended. Gong Xichao withdrew his magic and said, "Found it. Hiding in the temple."
"What temple?"
Gong Xichao: ...
Lu Cijiu: "You didn't see clearly, did you?"
"Don't blame me, it was this woman who left in a daze - I remembered the station sign and the store sign." Gong Xichao tried to shift the blame and save face.
That should be easy to check.
Since they had found the trail, the two of them left immediately. Before leaving, Lu Cijiu glanced at the little boy on the bed who had woken up from his sleep without the spell. Unlike the sickly boy he had been when he first met him, the boy's cheeks were now plump and rosy.
But all of this was borrowed, lent to them by the succubus, and she would double it when she took it back.
Lu Cijiu thought of Sun Hao's death. This succubus fulfilled his wish and became a top star, but he died miserably. His body was not intact and turned into a pool of blood.
The one who exchanged with the succubus was Mei Hong. Once the borrowed power was taken back, everything would return to its original state.
Lu Cijiu shook his head and said nothing.
Haishi and Modu are both cities located on the harbor with prosperous economies. However, unlike Modu, Haishi is a city that combines fashion and tradition and respects customs and traditions very much. Locals are relatively superstitious and have their own beliefs.
There are three main beliefs: Buddhism, Taoism, and scientific Marxism. Unlike Haishi, the divisions here are more detailed, including the local land god, figures from generations past who eventually became mythical gods protecting the villagers, or historical figures. In short, there are many different types.
There is an urban village in Hai City, which has been planned to be demolished. The residents have almost all moved out. There is a small temple next to the village, which is very small, only about 20 to 30 square meters.
The village is adjacent to the temple, which is located on a slope with weeds growing on both sides, but the entrance is kept clean. Gong Xichao saw the dilapidated temple door in Meihong's memory, and now it has been freshly painted.
There is a brass tripod in front of the temple. Today is a weekday and it is almost lunchtime. There are still quite a few pilgrims, queuing up to kneel on cushions and burn incense. There is a man sitting next to them, wearing a Taoist robe, who is specifically collecting fees. It looks irregular, like a small temple that is trying to cheat customers out of their money.
"This sounds more like a charlatan than me." Lu Cijiu murmured.
With Gong Xichao around, they put away their demonic aura and became just like ordinary people. They even used some magic. To outsiders, they looked like an ordinary young couple, unlike the Princess Lu and the rich second generation on the Internet.
No one could recognize him by looking at his face.
"Young man, would you like to burn incense? It's very effective." An old lady next to him enthusiastically recommended it to me.
Lu Cijiu said casually: "I came here with my classmates a long time ago, and they said it might be deserted." He spoke Mandarin without any dialect.
On the way, I heard Gong Xichao talking about the dilapidated little temple. This little temple had been newly painted, and the messy weeds around it had not been cleared up. It was obvious that it had been abandoned before and was only recently cleaned up by pilgrims.
After hearing this, the old lady automatically imagined that the person who said "Way Out" was a classmate from the local village who had visited before. She enthusiastically said, "It wasn't allowed before, but it was very accurate before the New Year. Five or six years ago, they said this area would be demolished, but it never was. They couldn't reach an agreement and kept dragging it out. After several attempts, someone came to the temple to ask when the demolition would be completed, but what happened? Well, I had a dream that night, and it said it would take less than a week, and exactly a week later, someone came to order the demolition."
"When did it happen? Is it so accurate?" Lu Cijiu asked.
The auntie immediately said, "It happened before the New Year. It's low in December."
Last December, the timeline matched the succubus's escape. Auntie gave some more accurate examples. Lu Cijiu saw the stele in front of the temple. The inscriptions on the stele were almost worn by wind and rain, and the red lacquer must have been applied recently. It described the temple's origins and who sat inside.
More than two hundred years ago, this village produced a great philanthropist who built roads and bridges and did many good things in his life. In order to commemorate him, the people built a temple and named it Xiangshan Temple after the scholar's name, Xiangshan. Sitting inside is the Xiangshan Star God.
"The temple used to be bigger than this, but over time, villagers removed bricks here when they built houses. After the reform and opening up, feudal superstitions were eradicated, and this place was also smashed several times, leaving it like this."
After all, it is not a real god, so the villagers have no reverence for this temple.
Who would have thought that the temple would become so spiritual? Ironically, the kind-hearted man who once protected the village was usurped by a succubus and was enjoying the incense.
Lu Cijiu, under the aunt's enthusiastic gaze, still didn't burn incense. He waved his hand and said he wanted to donate some money. The aunt didn't expect the young man to burn incense, but donated money. The money could be used to repair the temple, which would be more favored by the Star God.
I entered the temple by donating incense money.
The clay statue of the Star God sat on a high platform. From Lu Ci's old position, it looked like a lifeless clay statue, with no hint of succubus. Could it be that he had to have the same inner desires as Mei Hong to be like this?
"Star God, may I be with my partner for the rest of my life. He only likes me, and I'm willing to do anything for him." Lu Cijiu originally wanted to test the waters, but as he was speaking, the demon next to him gave him a fiery gaze, and he felt embarrassed to continue.
Gong Xichao: "Wife, you love me so much!!!"
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