Chapter 3 Starving Ghost My surname is Shen, Shen Qinggui.
Shen Jiuxu's shoulders ached, and he was stunned for a moment when he was thrown out like that. Although it was very impolite to hug someone like that for no reason, he did it to save their life.
Was it really necessary to be so angry? One step later, and he would have been disfigured. Shen Jiuxu calmed himself down for a moment, coughed lightly, and said, "Young Master, your sword."
After finishing his story, Shen Jiu silently took another step back to avoid the window being suddenly opened again. Although he didn't use his looks to please people, his reputation was still very important.
The tightly closed door was pushed open from the inside. Jiang Yu was overwhelmed with emotion. His deep eyes were fixed on Shen Jiuxu. He walked up to the person, grabbed his collar, and asked, "What?"
"Your sword."
Jiang Yu's eyes darkened, but the expression vanished in an instant. "Are you addicted to eavesdropping?"
“Young master, we are complete strangers. I was rude just now, but if it weren’t for me, you would have been in mortal danger.”
"It wouldn't be so bad if he died," Jiang Yu said coldly. Was this a sign that they were drawing a line between them, being complete strangers?
It certainly wasn't when she was in his bed.
Jiang Yu sneered. Although he didn't know how this person had died and come back to life, and how he had lost his memory, it was good that he was alive. He would settle accounts with Shen Jiuxu when his memory was restored.
"What are you two doing?" Several guards walked over and shouted. "The city lord just gave an order that no one is allowed to leave the city for the next few days and is prohibited from wandering around. Go back immediately."
Jiang Yu took the sword and turned to leave. Shen Jiuxu looked around and followed him inside. A guard saw this, closed and locked the door, and then swaggered back.
The two sat at the table, looking at each other in silence. Shen Jiuxu hesitated for a moment, then coughed lightly and said, "Young Master, you specifically sought out Qi Anhu, is there someone you wish to see?"
Jiang Yu glanced at him and nodded, but since he had already seen him, he asked casually, "What, is there someone you want to see? Which young lady or young master from Mingyue Tower?"
Shen Jiuxu's face flushed red. He hadn't expected the person in front of him to speak so recklessly. "Of course not, I... have never been to Mingyue Tower."
"You seem quite disappointed? How about I take you there to take a look? I'll pay for it, what do you say?" Jiang Yu's tone was sinister as his long, slender fingers stroked the sword at his waist, caressing it absently.
Shen Jiuxu inexplicably felt a chill emanating from his body. He assumed it was just a strong wind and quickly waved his hand, "Young master, please don't joke. It's just that strange things have been happening frequently in Yunshui City lately, and the city lord doesn't allow people to go out. I just want to investigate a bit so I can get out as soon as possible."
“A guard died suddenly this morning, and I saw this on his body,” Shen Jiuxu said, taking out the jade pot and placing it neatly next to another one. “I didn’t mean to listen to what you were saying earlier, but this pot is indeed strange, and using it might bring disaster.”
"Young Master Jiang, you may proceed now—"
The waiter tidied up the room and came running downstairs. "Hey, young master, are you also here to stay?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he noticed the pair of pots on the table. His face changed drastically, and he exclaimed in panic, "The Prayer Pots are bound to their owners. If someone else finds them, not only will their wishes not be granted, but they will also bring disaster. Young master, these are not yours, are they?"
Why?
Hearing him speak, the waiter sighed and took the initiative to explain, "Young master, you can't do anything reckless. I can tell you're a stranger, you're definitely not from around here. You don't know, a few days ago, Shen Jiuxu, the leader of Shen Wuke, came here and said that this Qi'an Pot is full of evil energy, and anyone who makes a wish might bring disaster that very night."
"The city lord then ordered that this thing should never appear in the city again, or else be severely punished. Since then, the Qi'an Pot has not been sold. I only managed to get this out because Young Master Jiang paid a high price. It is the very last one."
"Shen Jiuxu? Do you really believe what he says?"
Seeing his strange expression, Jiang Yu leaned back in her chair without making a sound, her fingers lightly stroking the side of her cup, without interrupting their conversation.
"Sect Master Shen was a talented young man, so there must be some truth to what he said. It would be best if you were careful, sir. However, Sect Master Shen was rather short-lived, passing away so early. I wonder what his Daoist partner would think if he knew?" The man couldn't help but mutter a few words under his breath. "I've said too much. But, young master, it would be best if you didn't use this Prayer Pot."
Shen Jiuxu glanced at Jiang Yu, who stood to the side seemingly indifferent to the situation. Jiang Yu noticed his gaze, tilted his head, and smiled. A strange feeling arose in Shen Jiuxu's heart, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Realizing his panic, he quickly turned away from him.
"By the way, Young Master Jiang, the food you ordered has been placed in your room. Is there anything else you need? I'll prepare it right away."
"Um."
Jiang Yu waved his hand, and the man withdrew on his own. He took a few steps forward and almost cornered Shen Jiuxu, who was "reflecting on his mistakes," raising his eyebrows.
"If you want to find out the truth and leave as soon as possible, that's fine with me. I'll be staying here for a few days and I need someone to protect me. I just made a wish, and this place is where the Book of Life and Death is located, so the yin energy is the heaviest. Maybe some demons will come and kill me tonight. If you want to find out the truth, staying with me is the best choice."
"I can be your bait."
Shen Jiuxu turned to the side, his ears slightly red. This person was too close to him, the air seemed to freeze, and he actually felt a little dry-mouthed.
"What's your decision?" Jiang Yu placed his hand on his shoulder, and a strong, calming fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
Shen Jiuxu thought to himself that this man was handsome, but his face was a little pale. When he threw away the sword earlier, he felt that this young master Jiang's wrist was weak and feeble. He figured that he was just a sickly young master who was out for a stroll and wouldn't cause any trouble. So he agreed, "Okay."
"come over."
Jiang Yu had already reached the second floor. Turning back with displeasure, she looked down at Shen Jiuxu, who was still motionless, and said, "You promised to protect me, what do you mean by this?"
Shen Jiuxu followed reluctantly. Something felt off. He had only agreed to protect her, not to provide close protection. Did they really have to stay in the same room and on the same bed?
When he entered the room, Jiang Yu was already lying on the couch by the window, a plain white robe covering his face. Shen Jiuxu couldn't stand it, so he took a blanket and covered him with it. Seeing that the food on the table was intact, he wanted to call for help but didn't have the proper status, so he could only quietly kick the table leg.
"What are you doing?"
"You're not asleep? Weren't you going to eat? Why don't you eat first and then go to sleep?" Shen Jiuxu said in a low voice. "Although I don't know what wish you made to the Prayer Pot, it's already haunting you. Even if you're going to die, don't be a starving ghost."
Jiang Yu was so angry at his words that he laughed.
"Eat quickly." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Tonight is the seventh day after that scholar's death. We might run into him soon."
His tone grew lower and lower, as if he had thought of something and was displeased. He glared at someone fiercely as they picked up their chopsticks.
"My surname is Shen, Shen Qinggui."
When Shen Jiuxu woke up, a gentle voice kept echoing in his mind, calling him "Shen Qinggui". However, he didn't know who he was before, so he simply used this name to introduce himself.
The fact that Shen Wuke's sect leader, Shen Jiuxu, whose courtesy name was Qinggui, was known only to Jiang Yu and himself was a secret.
Jiang Yu lay back down, pulled her outer robe down a little to reveal her beautiful eyes, and gave a soft hum to indicate that she understood.
As darkness fell, thick clouds obscured the moonlight, and all was quiet.
Shen Jiuxu sat upright beside the couch, holding the sword in his hand. Jiang Yu was sleeping restlessly, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead, and for some reason, his right hand was trembling. He initially thought it was because the bedding was too thin and felt cold at night, but to his surprise, he asked the waiter for another bedding to cover Jiang Yu, but it was still to no avail.
Shen Jiuxu pursed his lips, about to channel some spiritual energy into him, when his fingertips touched the other's wrist, and the other woke up. His eyes still held a hint of displeasure at being woken up, and his tone was impatient, "What are you always doing, touching me like that?"
Jiang Yu's wrist was in severe pain, and her complexion was naturally not much better. Her words had no deterrent effect at all; instead, they sounded more like a soft, coquettish plea.
A deceased husband: ...
"Should I go to the yamen and beat the drum to appeal for justice and prove my innocence?" he said jokingly, but in the end he softened and tugged at Jiang Yu's sleeve, channeling some spiritual energy into him. "Your hand is too badly injured, it's better not to use a sword."
"Oh." Sensing the familiar spiritual energy, her body, which had been dormant and patient for several days, felt as if it had been parched and then received rain. The pent-up frustration in her heart also vanished. She raised her chin slightly and nodded. "Then you can take it."
"What?"
"sword."
"Don't you cultivators all cherish your swords like your own life, wishing they were your... Daoist partners?" Shen Jiuxu hurriedly placed the sword on the table.
"If there's something real, what's the point of having it?"
Jiang Yu sat up irritably, pushed open the window, and the sky outside was like a thick ink stain, carrying a fishy, salty, and damp smell that rushed in all at once, making people cover their mouths and noses.
"That scholar fell to his death, not drowned, right?" Shen Jiuxu hadn't quite caught what he said before, and was struck by this remark. After a moment of silence, he asked suspiciously, "Could it be that the guards put the body in the water?"
"Come up." Jiang Yu grabbed his collar and dragged him onto the bed. The two were so close that they could almost hear each other's breathing.
Jiang Yu subconsciously rested her head on Shen Jiuxu's shoulder and leaned closer to continue looking outside.
A dark figure dressed in a blue robe slowly appeared on the street, his hair dripping wet down to his waist. As you got closer, you could see that his eyes were rolled upwards, revealing the whites of his eyes.
The prayer pot rolled down beside him, and the vengeful spirit paused, crouching down to touch it.
"He's blind."
Upon sensing what it was, the scholar ghost suddenly screamed and smashed the wooden tables blocking his way, spilling thick, black blood all over the ground.
The wind picked up, and Jiang Yu turned her head, nuzzling Shen Jiuxu's nose, and whispered, "He's quite good at fighting."
Shen Jiuxu pushed him away expressionlessly, slightly raised his hand, and the hilt of his sword flew out, crashing to a stop in front of the scholar. He leaped out of the window, his clothes leaving a trail in the air, diluting a trace of the terrifying aura.
The scholar, though blind, had an even more acute sense of smell. He pulled the sword hilt from the ground with both hands, and the foul-smelling blood flowed along the patterns on the sword. A golden light shone brightly as he slashed at Shen Jiuxu.
Shen Jiuxu paused, leaned to the left, and suddenly snatched the sword from his hand, changing its direction. The sword flashed, and the sharp edge pressed against the scholar's shoulder and neck.
"Don't move."
A note from the author:
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Jiang Yu, who has been married for many years and is in charge of the household, is "arrogant and domineering": (Seeing her husband's groping) she is all too familiar with it.
The inexperienced newcomer, Shen Jiuxu, who thought he hadn't even held hands with anyone, exclaimed: What is he saying? I'm innocent! [Crying] I'm innocent! I really didn't lay a hand on you!
Goodnight, sending you love! [heart emoji]
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