Chapter 629 Opening the Can
Yue Mushan complained heartbrokenly.
"We were supposed to be walking together, but he just kicked me off the cloud."
"The clouds are so high, a hundred thousand miles above the ground. If I didn't have some cultivation, I would have been unable to see my sister long ago."
"Poisonous husband! Jiaying is a poisonous husband!"
Ye Xiaoman: “…”
Ye Xiaoman had to spend half the night to calm Yue Mushan down and asked him to find a cave to shelter from the rain.
Ye Xiaoman promised, "When I get back, I'll ask Jiaying to apologize to you."
Yue Mushan shook his head, shaking off the water droplets on his fur like a kitten or puppy. His expression flickered and he said caringly:
"No need, sister. I don't want to make things difficult for you. What if Brother Jiaying loses his temper with you? I'm fine. As long as Brother Jiaying calms down after beating me, that's fine."
It has a strong green tea flavor, Ye Xiaoman likes it.
After finally hanging up the phone, Ye Xiaoman felt a little tired.
Now Jiaying and Yue Mushan have just started to quarrel with each other and the situation is getting really bad. You push me and I discredit you. Yue Mushan and Jiaying's tempers are already good. If other people are added in the future, such as Sikong Qing who is difficult to deal with, Sikong Qing shouts for war and killing every day, Xiao Chujing and Ji Wenyi use eight hundred tricks a day to turn the world upside down, I dare not imagine how exciting every day will be.
Ye Xiaoman shuddered just thinking about it and quickly stopped having unlucky thoughts.
She won't flip over!
Didn’t we get through today without any danger?
She immediately became proud again, sat down at the table, and took out Zhu Chuideng's urn.
If her estimation was correct, Zhu Chuideng would soon come to her to ask for the ashes back.
She thought about it and called the postmaster of the post station.
"You're asking how you can claim the ghost's ashes as your own after obtaining them?"
The postmaster knelt at the door of the room, not daring to raise his head.
Cherry Jam's name has become notorious in the ghost world. It is said that after she became a ghost general, she used cruel methods and slaughtered her ghost servants for fun when she was unhappy. The city gates were full of ghost servants' heads, and they were replaced with new ones every few days.
Such brutal behavior caused anxiety among his colleagues and other ghost generals. As the immediate superior, Ghost Commander tried to persuade Cherry Sauce with kind words to stop, but she became angry and killed three of Ghost Commander's superiors in a row.
She did a great job of keeping secrets, and no one knew how she did it. Because of the mystery, rumors spread more and more fiercely. Now it is said that Cherry Jam is going to kill all the nine ghost generals in Qiubudedi to become the ghost king. The lower-level ghosts are filled with fear when they mention her.
The postmaster was almost frightened to death just facing the legendary villain alone.
It stammered, "You want him to be your servant forever, right?"
Ah, what a vicious act, worthy of being called cherry jam.
Ye Xiaoman looked at the postmaster strangely. She had just asked a question, but why did he look like he was about to faint from fear? Was she really that hideous?
"Any explanation?"
The postmaster did not dare to hide anything.
"All you have to do is use your blood to draw a ghost talisman for the master-servant contract. Burn it to ash and mix it with the ashes. This will be equivalent to signing a lifelong contract with the ghost. The ghost will never be able to escape your control again, and even if you retrieve the ashes later, it will be useless."
The postmaster taught Ye Xiaoman how to draw the ghost talisman for the contract.
Ye Xiaoman gave some paper money as a reward and sent the postmaster away.
She closed the doors and windows and looked at the urn with a blowlamp on the table.
Turn the ghost master into her slave?
Is that a bit too much?
Sister Man has no morals and never misses any opportunity for wealth and glory.
Ye Xiaoman enthusiastically studied how to open the urn.
The jar was tightly sealed, and she had tried various methods in the past days but couldn't open it.
Today's attempt still failed.
She guessed that the urn was locked with some powerful magic circle.
But strangely enough, the surface of the pottery jar was smooth, with no traces of talismans engraved on it.
Time passed minute by minute, and Ye Xiaoman still hadn't found the trick to the urn. She was very nervous, and her palms were sweating. She always felt that Zhu Chuideng would jump out from her side in the next second.
She was finally desperate and even put a piece of clothing under the urn. As long as she could get the ashes, she would just have to smash the urn.
Unfortunately, the magic weapon has its dignity and cannot be damaged by brute force.
After she smashed the pottery jar a few times, she sensed that it had informed Zhu Chuideng.
Ye Xiaoman was helpless with the dead urn. She pushed the urn to the other side of the table in annoyance and picked up the kettle to pour water to drink.
The postmaster knew that living people liked to drink hot water, so he prepared hot tea for her. A teapot was placed on a small red clay stove, and a few small red dates were simmering on the clay net.
Ye Xiaoman took a sip of tea, and the cup exuded warmth.
She remembered that the farmhouse in Zhu Chuideng's memory seemed to have the same small fire pot.
When she pretended to be his aunt, he would often use a clay pot in the kitchen to boil eggs. He would fill the pot with water and put the eggs on the clay pot to boil, so that he could free up the stove to cook.
Ye Xiaoman paused while drinking her tea, and an idea suddenly came to her mind.
The urn used to burn Zhu Chuideng looks a bit like the pot he uses to boil eggs.
She suddenly stood up, moved as fast as lightning, took down the teapot, and boldly placed the urn of Zhu Chuideng on the small red clay stove to heat it.
The surface of the pottery jar is heated and becomes so hot that blisters will form if you put your fingers on it.
Under Ye Xiaoman's expectant gaze, the surface of the pottery jar finally changed. The material on the front of the jar belly seemed to melt, and a palm-sized area was concave, showing a reciprocating pattern of highs and lows.
It's like the groove of a lock, and a key is needed to fill in the pattern.
Where is the key?
Ye Xiaoman slapped her forehead and began to frantically search her storage bag.
She remembered that she had once been in a dream and took the young man Zhu Chuideng's family jade pendant from his neck.
There were also uneven patterns on the back of the jade pendant. When she later counted the stolen goods, she thought the pattern was poorly carved, had no artistic value, and could not be sold at a good price.
Knock knock knock.
There is a knock on the door.
Ye Xiaoman was startled, feeling guilty. "Who?"
The hand finally touched the jade pendant in the bag.
"Little girl."
The sound of blowing out the lamp.
He came too quickly.
Ye Xiaoman wiped the sweat from her forehead and quickly pressed the jade pendant into the groove of the urn.
Fits perfectly.
Click.
The lid of the urn popped off.
It’s open!
Zhu Chuideng said, "I'm coming in."
Ye Xiaoman pulled out a stack of talismans from the storage bag in such haste that she almost knocked over the cinnabar and teapot. The other treasures in the storage bag were brought out and rolled all over the table.
Ye Xiaoman licked the tip of the pen.
Spread out a talisman. The key to drawing the talisman is to concentrate your mind and complete it in one go without interrupting any stroke.
"Uncle, wait a minute, I'm changing clothes."
Zhu Chuideng seemed to be able to know what Ye Xiaoman was doing through his urn.
"lie."
The man said disappointedly and walked in.
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