Chapter 20 Ghost Miasma "So, you trust me so much?"...
"No."
Hearing this answer, Yin Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.
"But, the wrist seems to be bleeding." Yin Zhiyi took a look in the moonlight and sure enough, there was a blood mark where the whip was wrapped around it.
[This shouldn’t be the case. This magical weapon has always known the importance of its functions. How come…]
On the white jade-like skin, a tiny bit of red is very glaring, let alone such a large area. Originally, he wanted to protect Yan Shiman from the vicious second female lead later, but now seeing this... Yin Zhiyi was silent.
[Forget it, I'll find a new magic weapon for Yan Shiman next time. 】
Freed from the restraint of the red rope, Yan Shiman's eyes turned cold, and under the cover of his wide sleeves, he retracted the puppet thread wrapped around his wrist.
With the help of moonlight, Yin Zhiyi could barely see where he was. It turned out to be the back mountain that had been blocked by the villagers before!
But this time they were within the boundary marker.
[I didn’t expect that the charity hall and the back mountain were actually connected.] 】
Yin Zhiyi frowned. This further proved that Wangyou Villa did have many secrets as they expected.
After passing a bush and looking around, Yin Zhiyi took a breath of cold air. It turned out to be a series of undulating small mounds with a few larger hills among them.
It looked like an abandoned cemetery, but the size of the mound was obviously much smaller, as if some dirt was shoveled there with a dustpan. If it was a grave, there was not even a wooden board in front of it, let alone a tombstone.
But the few green ghost lights that occasionally popped up on the mound clearly told others that this was a grave.
Yin Zhiyi held the calming bell tightly in his hand.
I feel a little more at ease.
Originally, the evil spirit in her body was going to start to take effect at night, but after a few days of pain, she had found a pattern and could endure the pain a little better than the previous two days, but cold sweat still broke out on her forehead.
Being teleported here by the teleportation array was something she had not expected. She clearly did not feel any fluctuations from the array just now.
Yin Zhiyi took out two glowing night pearls from the storage bag. This was a reflection of the professional qualities of a Taoist priest. He always had a lighting device in his pocket at all times.
She also stuffed one into Yan Shiman's hand. Yan Shiman looked at the light in his hand. The round night pearl was reflected in his black eyes, bringing a bit of warmth.
In fact, as a bodyguard, he should be the one to handle danger and carry travel equipment, but this fake lady always seems to put him in a position where he needs protection.
Yan Shiman was very curious about what on earth had given her this illusion.
Yin Zhiyi felt that this time her body was not as hot as the previous two times, but as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She could clearly feel her body shaking.
Yan Shiman looked at a stone not far away and said, "Miss, why don't I help you over there slowly."
When Yin Zhiyi touched Yan Shiman's palm, she subconsciously wanted to absorb the warmth, but she restrained herself.
She rang the bell and chanted a spell, and as the golden light burst out, she felt her body relax a little.
[This bell is indeed useful.] 】
Just as she hung the bell back on her waist, she suddenly felt a bulge behind her.
Looking back, she discovered that the large rock behind her was actually an irregular monument.
With the help of the night-shining pearl's light, Yin Zhiyi read out the three words painted in red: "Daughter... Grave?"
Just by looking at these three words, Yin Zhiyi felt a bad feeling in her heart. With just a skip in her heart, she was certain that there was probably a female ghost here.
After all, most ancient supernatural novels cannot avoid Chinese horror.
When Yin Zhiyi's hand touched the stone tablet, it suddenly felt wet and a strong smell of blood came over him. It was actually blood! This stone tablet will ooze blood.
In an instant, a cold wind blew and she stepped back violently. Above the tombs that looked like small mounds of earth, a layer of black fog instantly began to spread, and a chill swept over her.
It's ghost miasma.
Yin Zhiyi's eyes narrowed. The coldness in his body due to the infection of the evil spirit seemed to penetrate his bones. Now this little bit of ghost energy seemed a little not enough.
After a few breaths, she began to ring the calming bell again. The clear sounds became louder and louder, cutting a path through the enveloping ghost miasma.
This action obviously angered the ghost that controlled the ghost miasma, and more miasma came in like an overwhelming force.
The miasma caused hallucinations. Although this little ghost did not pose much threat to Yin Zhiyi, she did not dare to take it lightly.
The ringing started to increase rapidly.
At the critical moment, the calming bell in her hand suddenly cracked.
Yin Zhiyi frowned. After a few quick rings, the Calming Bell completely broke into several pieces.
She turned back: "Yan Shi..."
Suddenly, a miasma surged up from behind her and her heart sank.
In the last second before she fainted, the image of Yan Shiman catching her flashed before her eyes.
I thought: [This second male lead is okay. 】
Then he completely fainted.
The ghost miasma causes hallucinations but is not poisonous.
In the black fog, Yan Shiman was safe and sound. He spoke gently to the nearby grave mound: "Don't waste your energy. Your ghost miasma has no effect on me."
The ghost seemed a little exasperated, as if he didn't believe it, and increased the dosage.
Yan Shi smiled, as if he was sure that the ghost would not show up, and said politely, "I'd like to borrow your land. Sorry for bothering you."
He laid Yin Zhiyi on the ground. Seeing a string of frost flowers hanging on the eyelashes of the person in front of him, he couldn't help but touch them with his hands. The frost melted when it encountered heat, and his fingertips became a little wet.
Yin Zhiyi's fingertips moved slightly, as if he smelled a faint ghost aura.
"How perceptive! He is unconscious, yet he can still perform hand gestures."
A puppet thread flew out from Yan Shiman's sleeves and directly knocked the little ghost approaching Yin Zhiyi away.
"So, you trust me so much?"
He moved his palm down and rubbed the fragile neck a few times until Yin Zhiyi changed her position uncomfortably, and then he moved away.
Yan Shiman placed one hand on one of Yin Zhiyi's cheeks and found that he could cover it completely. Yin Zhiyi finally absorbed a trace of warmth in her sleep and rubbed her face against his palm. Her eyebrows and eyes were not as sharp as usual, but more gentle, like... a kitten.
Yan Shiman was stunned for a moment, as if he was pleased, and couldn't help but chuckle.
The most enjoyable thing about making a puppet doll is having enough control over the doll, just like now.
The person in front of him had obviously fallen into an illusion. Yan Shiman looked at the fragments of the calming bell on the ground and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction. This illusion was a lesson for Yin Zhiyi's repeated offenses against him.
After a few breaths, the puppet thread on Yan Shiman's wrist pierced into Yin Zhiyi's forehead. He was very curious about what would happen in Yin Zhiyi's illusion. After all, she didn't seem to be affected by the evil spirit last time.
Yin Zhiyi's eyes were blurry. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was drenched by a basin of water that rushed towards her. The suffocating feeling of the water almost made her unable to breathe.
The little maid in front of him was none other than Xiao Cui, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
"The young lady is possessed by evil spirits! Quick! Bring another basin of water!"
"I want the biggest basin!"
After hearing this, Yin Zhiyi's already trembling body became even colder, and he quickly called for a stop: "Wait! Stop!"
Seeing another basin of water about to be poured down, she quickly stopped it.
Xiao Cui said in surprise: "Wake up! No need to fetch water!"
Yin Zhiyi: “…” She wiped the water off her face, a little dazed.
She looked around calmly, wondering in her heart, could it be that she has put it on again?
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