Chapter 138 Calling someone "husband" isn't fashionable anymore! Unmarried women call each other "boyfriend."
Breakfast ended in an eerie silence.
Just as Shen Yuepo stood up, preparing to go next door to trim the bodies of the three ghosts, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand.
She turned around and met Feng Jin's deep eyes.
He used her strength to stand up, and his tall figure instantly enveloped her.
“Chen Yuepo,” his voice deepened, no longer the lazy and playful tone of before, “I have something to do and need to return to Fengdu.”
Shen Yuepo's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason; she hadn't expected him to leave so soon.
A fleeting sense of loss, unnoticed even by herself, flashed across her eyes like a dragonfly skimming the water.
She quickly composed herself, nodded, and said calmly, "Okay."
Feng Jin gently stroked her wrist with his fingertips, chuckling softly:
"This time, I won't ask you if you have anything to say."
To avoid hearing anything hurtful again.
Shen Yuepo was slightly taken aback by his blunt words. Before she could ponder their deeper meaning, she was pulled into a warm embrace.
Feng Jin rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice muffled: "Don't move, just for a moment."
The hug came suddenly, and Shen Yuepo's body stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed. The unique cool fragrance on his body made him feel inexplicably at ease.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
“Yun Jingyan is a deep and calculating man. Now that he knows your identity, he will definitely come looking for you again. Be careful during this time.”
Shen Yuepo tried to look up at him, but he pulled her back into his arms.
His deep voice came from above, "I will find him as soon as possible."
Shen Yuepo could only mumble in his arms, "Okay."
Feng Jin released her and gave her one last deep look.
His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but he said nothing.
Finally, he simply raised his hand and rubbed the back of his fingers against her slightly warm cheek.
"They're gone."
He let go and turned around without hesitation.
The instant he turned around, his dark imperial robes instantly covered his casual home clothes, his dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and he exuded a chilling aura of power.
He didn't turn back. The space around him distorted, and his figure vanished instantly, as if he had never existed.
Shen Yuepo stood there, looking at the spot where Feng Jin had disappeared. For the first time, she felt a sense of emptiness because of someone's departure.
...
Fengdu: The Prison of Yinquan in the Cold Night.
Fengdu has nine springs and nine hells.
Shen Tu did not actually drag Ming Ye and Yang Yun to the eighteenth level of hell, but instead imprisoned them in the Yin Spring Cold Night Prison, one of the nine springs and nine prisons.
At this moment, Shen Tu stood with his hands on his hips, spitting as he spoke to a row of bowed and solemn ghost officials:
"Listen up, all of you! Lower the temperature of the ice by another thirty percent!"
Before he could finish his harsh words, a familiar imperial aura instantly enveloped the entire gates of the Yinquan Cold Night Prison.
Shen Tu suddenly fell silent, turning his head towards the source of the oppressive aura.
A figure in ink stepped out of the space.
His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, his imperial robes exuded majesty, and the low pressure surrounding him caused the temperature in the entire hall to drop by tens of degrees, even shrinking the ghostly flames burning in the corners of the hall to the size of mung beans.
Shen Tu darted to Feng Jin in a flash, "Your Majesty, why are you back so soon?"
Something's wrong, something's very wrong!
Why does the Emperor's face look even worse than when he inspected the eighteenth level of hell?
He cautiously probed, "Um... Your Majesty, wouldn't you like to stay in the mortal realm a few more days?"
Feng Jin's cold gaze swept over Shen Tu's gossip-filled face, his thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line.
He coldly uttered a sentence:
"I don't like to push people too hard."
He paused, as if trying to find a reason for his early return, or perhaps trying to convince himself, his voice inexplicably growing colder:
"Give her some time to sort things out herself."
Upon hearing this, Shen Tu gasped in shock.
Oh no, oh no, oh no! The Emperor has really been dumped?!
For the first time in ten thousand years, I was moved by worldly desires, and... this is how I died before even starting my mission?!
Shen Tu's mind was uncontrollably flashing back to three years ago, when Meng Po, Meng Guichen, dragged him along the River of Oblivion, crying and wailing, and drinking heavily for three days.
Finally, clinging to the Three Lives Stone and refusing to let go, he looked utterly pathetic, determined to change his fate...
Shen Tu couldn't help but shake his head frantically in his heart, shouting in grief and indignation:
Heaven is unjust! Even a supreme god like the Emperor cannot escape the tribulations of love.
Looking at Shen Tu's face, which was full of sympathy, Feng Jin felt an even greater chill.
"Shen Tu, stop looking so stupid." Feng Jin's voice carried a warning and a hint of embarrassment and anger.
"If you think of even one more word, I wouldn't mind sending you to the Tongue-Pulling Hell to be a model soldier."
Upon hearing this, Shen Tu was startled.
He immediately covered his mouth with both hands, shook his head like a rattle drum, and looked terrified.
I can't even imagine it! I absolutely can't imagine it anymore.
He had no desire to experience what it was like to be the mute ghost emperor.
Feng Jin glanced at him coldly and walked straight into the prison.
Shen Tu looked at his Emperor's back, which seemed strangely aloof, and slightly loosened his hand that was covering his mouth.
He muttered something in a voice only he could hear:
"Alas... the iron tree that has been growing for thousands of years finally blooms, but before it can even smell the fragrance, it is blown away by the wind and rain... How pitiful."
Human World, Yunnan City.
Shen Yuepo stood in the empty living room, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable emptiness in her heart and restraining her emotions back to their usual coldness.
She sat on the sofa and said, "Come out."
The three ghosts cautiously peeked out, and only after confirming that Shen Yuepo was the only one outside did they float out with a sense of relief, as if granted a pardon.
Lu Ningshuang clutched her chest, still shaken, and whispered, "Master, your husband is truly... truly handsome and extraordinary, and his demeanor is even more..."
She tried hard to find a suitable word to describe Feng Jin's chilling and deadly aura, and finally managed to say, "...naturally majestic."
Although Zhang Lin was also afraid, the gossip spirit of modern people clearly overcame her fear.
She immediately leaned closer and whispered to the old-fashioned Lu Ningshuang to explain:
"Oh dear, Sister Lu, it's not acceptable to call someone 'husband' anymore! If you're not married, you call him 'boyfriend,' and if you're married, you call him 'husband'!"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She expressionlessly took out the paper she had prepared beforehand and handed it to the three ghosts.
"Condense form, possess body." Shen Yuepo shouted in a low voice, simultaneously casting three talismans to stabilize the soul.
The three ghosts immediately composed themselves, their souls transforming into three streams of light that disappeared into their respective paper figures.
In a short while, three paper figures dressed in ordinary modern clothes appeared in the living room.
One was quiet and refined, another was youthful and lively with a touch of college student spirit, and the third was a slightly immature little boy.
Lu Ningshuang curiously raised her hand, her fingers slightly stiff but still movable, her eyes filled with wonder.
Zhang Lin jumped up and down excitedly: "Wow, it really moves! Master, you're amazing!"
Ah Bao carefully touched his paper-thin face and grinned.
"Remember what I said last night: control your emotions and don't run around or touch anything recklessly," Shen Yuepo reminded her again, giving Zhang Lin a particularly deep look.
Zhang Lin immediately straightened her back and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Master!"
Shen Yuepo said no more, packed his things, and left the hotel with three paper figures who were still a little stiff in their movements but looked no different from ordinary people.
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