The red-clothed female ghost was stunned at first, looking at her hands in disbelief, as if she had just discovered that she possessed such powerful abilities.
Then her eyes narrowed, and she dodged the incoming flames, leaning her back against the plane crack. Her pale, cracked hands touched her cheeks, and her fingertips pressed against her eyes. Two pale, lifeless eyeballs with only a black dot in the middle appeared in her palms.
It was clearly a ghost, but two drops of blood and tears slowly flowed from its dark eye sockets.
She threw her eyeballs at Luo Zheyu and Wen Jin.
In an instant, the stars moved and the surrounding scene changed dramatically.
The dark and damp cliff, the deep black cracks in the plane, the red-clothed female ghost, and the people around her, all disappeared.
The white light filled my eyes, dissolving everything. In a trance, it seemed that even my memory was obscured...
…
There was a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of my nose. It was a slightly strong aroma to begin with, but because of poor ventilation it accumulated in the house and became sweet and heavy. When I smelled it in my lungs, it was so stuffy that it made me breathless.
"...Your daughter Du is a blessed one."
"Yes, Miss Du is so lucky, thanks to Granny Wang..."
He hid behind the screen and listened for a while, and only left quietly when the guests outside started to be sent away and the tea cups were cleared away.
The light blue skirt swayed slightly with her small steps, and the edge of the skirt rolled up and down like waves.
I stared at the edge of the skirt, but when I was distracted, a woman in her thirties sat opposite me. She had a head full of pearl hairpins, fair skin and was well-maintained.
"Xiang'er." She called herself this.
"After you marry, you must serve your husband and wife well and don't make them unhappy."
She took her hand.
"The Li family is rich and powerful. Even if you marry there as a concubine, you will still enjoy endless wealth and prosperity. It will be much more comfortable than living in the mansion. Don't blame your parents for letting you be a concubine. They are doing this for your own good."
For some reason, a feeling of resentment and sadness welled up in my heart.
"You will understand how much painstaking efforts your mother has made in the future."
The woman smiled gently and reached out to pick up something beside the bed.
It was a stack of bright red wedding dresses, only half sewn.
"After Xiang'er puts on her wedding dress, she will definitely be the most beautiful person on this street."
She praised, then put away her smile: "However, you will be a concubine from now on, so you can't wear too bright clothes. Madam will inevitably be unhappy when she sees you. This wedding dress just needs to be elegant and decent."
The woman's expression changed, her lips opened and closed, and she kept saying something.
The person opposite her just looked at her expressionlessly, without even a single extra expression.
The red wedding dress was back in her hands, and the woman smiled gently and asked him to make it for her.
The next moment.
boom--
Silver-white flames surrounded the woman and she started burning.
The woman still had a smile on her face, but was burned to ashes in the fire.
Luo Zheyu threw the red wedding dress in her hand into the fire and stood up.
The hem of her light blue skirt swayed gently at her feet.
“An eyesore.”
The voice is soft and tender.
He shuddered, snapped his fingers, and his whole body suddenly caught fire.
When he gets angry, he can even burn himself.
After a moment, the skirt disappeared and turned back into black suit pants.
Luo Zheyu turned around and looked at the person in the bronze mirror.
She has short hair, clear facial features, and sharp eyes.
"call……"
He let out a breath.
This female ghost is really... weird. Why does she have to turn people into her instead of doing anything else?
She is soft, delicate and pitiful, with a small face the size of a palm, bright eyes, and she sways with every step, like a willow swaying in the wind.
This is truly the worst nightmare of the year.
Fortunately, he knew how to use sleight of hand, and the illusions performed by the female ghost had a lot in common with sleight of hand, so it only took a little effort for Luo Zheyu to break free from the identity of "Du Xiang'er" arranged by the female ghost by breaking free from the confusion in his memory, thinking, and the influence of his emotions.
This illusion is quite interesting. It seems that after it is cast, even if the core is cracked, it will not be completely destroyed.
Luo Zheyu set off another fire, burning this deliberately created world clean.
When he opened his eyes and stood under the familiar cliff, the female ghost was no longer there.
Wen Jin was lying on the ground beside him, with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.
It seems like I dreamed of something unpleasant.
Luo Zheyu squatted down, pinched his cheeks and pulled them.
"uncle."
Wen Jin didn't react at all and was still immersed in her dream.
"uncle?"
Luo Zheyu pried open his eyelids.
His eyes were slightly rolled up and he was sleeping soundly.
Snap! Snap!
Clap twice.
Wen Jin still didn't respond.
Luo Zheyu pinched his nose.
Wen Jin opened her mouth to breathe, and her brows furrowed even more tightly.
"don't want!"
He suddenly shouted in a shrill voice.
The tone of voice was gentle, with a slight rise at the end, as if the voice was heartbroken.
"Don't hit Yu'er! Yu'er has been in my room the whole time and has not stolen anything from the lady!"
I was deeply immersed in the play.
If it weren't for the strong masculine characteristics of his voice, Luo Zheyu would almost think that he heard his non-existent aunt talking.
He let go of his hand, looked at Wen Jin lying on the ground, and fell into deep thought.
Judging from the current situation, Wen Jin has also entered the illusion created by the female ghost.
The female ghost is not around, it is very likely that she entered the illusion together and maintained control over the development of the illusion.
We have to find a way to get Wen Jin out of the illusion. Normal means are useless in waking him up now.
Luo Zheyu released a silver-white flame and roasted Wen Jin for a while.
No effect.
The soul power gently penetrated into Wen Jin's body, pushing upwards from the chest. When the soul power touched his eyes, Luo Zheyu felt a pulling force.
He did not resist, allowing the attraction to pull at his soul power and his consciousness.
…
"Don't cry, mother. Yu'er is only in a little pain."
A soft little girl's voice sounded.
"…They are going too far! It's all mother's fault. You are just a concubine and haven't given birth to a son. I am sorry for what you have done…"
Luo Zheyu looked over and saw a woman holding a little girl and wiping her tears in a simple house.
The woman had a palm-sized face, fair skin, and a slightly furrowed brow. She was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, which made people feel pity. She looked exactly like the red-clothed female ghost from before.
The girl in his arms looked about five or six years old, with big eyes, pink lips, and chubby cheeks.
While crying, the woman took out ointment from the drawer and rubbed it on the girl's red and swollen palms and knees.
The girl looked at her obediently.
"Yu'er, does it hurt?" The woman blew air.
"It doesn't hurt. Mommy will blow on it and it will go away." The girl said with a smile.
The woman reached out and touched her head.
Luo Zheyu stood in the void, looking at the deep love between mother and daughter, with a very complicated expression on her face.
He was not moved by this scene, he was...
he……
The person who turned into a female ghost in red was Uncle Wen Jin.
This was something he had expected, so his expression didn't become complicated.
What no one expected was that... Xie Jue, who had turned into a ball of hair and had not yet recovered, was also bewitched by the ghost girl's illusion. That girl was Xie Jue!
My uncle and Xie Jue really have... a strong bond.
The scene changed again. Luo Zheyu, who was standing outside the game, could clearly feel the difference, but Wen Jin and Xie Jue, who were in the game, didn't notice anything unusual at all.
They were each very comfortable with their current identities and believed them to be true.
Wen Jin's character is called Du Xiang'er, the daughter of a small wealthy family. She was half-sold and half-married by her parents to the local squire Li Gui as a concubine.
A year later, there was only one daughter, named Li Yu.
Li Gui's wife gave birth to a boy, who is seven years old this year and always teases Li Yu.
The time in the illusion passed so quickly that Luo Zheyu only called out to the two of them a few times, and countless scenes flashed by.
Du Xiang'er held Li Yu's hand and taught her needlework stitch by stitch. The mother and daughter looked very similar and both had two dimples when they smiled.
Du Xiang'er was in poor health and always caught cold in winter. Li Yu heard from the servants that catching snakes and soaking them in wine could warm the body, so she held a branch and searched the yard for snake holes.
Because of her cute and well-behaved appearance, Du Xiang'er was favored again. The lady was jealous and vented her anger to her son. The ten-year-old boy brought the servant's child to stop Li Yu, threw her into the abandoned well and covered it.
Du Xiang'er searched frantically and only found Li Yu in an abandoned well the next day.
When I complained to Li Gui, Li Gui just said a few words lightly, "My dear son," and nothing more happened.
Luo Zheyu then saw his uncle holding Douding Xie Jue, crying for a fat man, feeling disheartened.
"uncle!"
He couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he set fire to it.
But the flame seemed to be isolated from this world and burned on its own, but could not burn the illusion created by the female ghost.
Unlike before, Luo Zheyu's consciousness was connected to his soul power and was drawn into the illusion of Wen Jin and Xie Jue. He was just a bystander and could not integrate into it, and the flames could not enter either.
The illusion continues.
Du Xiang'er burst into tears and decided to be a scheming white lotus so that she and her daughter could live a better life.
She looked more fragile and more pitiable.
Du Xiang'er made a small doll and told Li Gui that she would give it to his wife's son without any grudges, and took the initiative to explain that it was just a play between children.
The lady was so angry that her teeth itched, but she had to accept it because of Li Gui.
She seemed to have suddenly come to her senses. She was gentle, considerate, and understanding all day long, making her mistress so angry that her eyes turned red. She looked ten years older.
Until one winter.
Li Yu was eleven years old that year. She found a snake hole by the pond, squatted down and held a small branch, trying to dig out the hibernating snake.
The lady's son passed by and pushed her into the pond. He ignored Li Yu's struggles and cries for help and left with his servants as if nothing had happened.
The fast-forwarded playback will then return to normal speed.
Seeing that Xie Jue, who was Li Yu, was about to sink into the pool, Luo Zheyu flew over and reached out to pull him.
Xie Jue couldn't see Luo Zheyu, whose pair of frozen blue little hands were struggling in the water.
"Xie Jue, wake up."
He can't hear.
If this goes on, if I "die" in this illusion and always think of myself as Du Xianger's daughter Li Yu, it would probably not be a good thing.
Luo Zheyu came in by relying on soul power, and now he can only try whether soul power is useful.
He concentrated his soul power on his palm and slapped the top of Xie Jue's head, which was tied with two balls, as he struggled wildly.
Xie Jue was stunned for a moment, looked up at the empty sky, and shouted:
"Help!"
"What life are you saving?" Luo Zheyu patted his head again.
"No one has found Li Yu yet. Du Xiang'er's daughter will probably be drowned at this moment. She won't survive even if she is rescued. Remember who you are."
"Woooooaaaaaah help!"
Xie Jue was drowned and inexplicably hit by the air. After choking on a mouthful of water, tears of grievance could not stop flowing.
He, no, she was dying.
I'm going to drown in this little pond.
"Remember it quickly!"
Luo Zheyu raised both hands, pinched Xie Jue's collagen-rich cheeks and pulled them to the sides.
“Gulu…wuwuwuwu, is it a water ghost?”
Xie Jue took a few sips of water.
"Please, don't ask me to be your substitute, wuwuwu, please let me go. I will bring my brother here to be your substitute. I will pay you, but he, he is more valuable than me..."
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