The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 29.2

The bloodied fingertip moved towards her face, about to outline the forbidden ghost sigil.

Nanhe hurriedly stopped her: “Die… you must not die.”

She pulled Zhuang Ciyue’s hand, and a faint pink mist emerged from her fingertip, quickly healing Zhuang Ciyue’s injured finger.

Nanhe pushed Zhuang Ciyue behind her: “I, I’ll do it!”

Yu Ruoyin, who had been trapped in her emotions, immediately snapped back to reality when she heard Nanhe mention death.

The faint blood marks on Zhuang Ciyue’s face glowed slightly. Though only two strokes, they showed solemnity and authority. Yu Ruoyin didn’t really understand Soul-Painters, but she could tell that the ghost sigil Zhuang Ciyue was about to draw was not simple. She pressed down on Zhuang Ciyue’s hand and nervously wiped the blood from her face: “You… what are you doing… you don’t have to be so kind to me.”

“How annoying! You’re my only friend. If I don’t treat you well, I’ll end up as miserable as those from the Witch-Painter’s family.” Zhuang Ciyue hastily wiped the blood from her face, took the stunned Yu Ruoyin’s hand, and pointed at Lian Zhen: “Anyone who provokes you is a bastard!”

She felt that Yu Ruoyin’s thinking was flawed. Regardless of whether she deserved kindness from Jiang Huaining, she certainly deserved it from her.

You have to know that when she was a child, she only talked about horror movies, constantly thought about seeing ghosts, and frequently told ghost stories. Yu Ruoyin was the only person in the entire school who didn’t think she was crazy and was willing to play with her. Although some of her ‘money power’ was involved, children’s courage is limited. Aside from Yu Ruoyin, no one else would have watched horror movies with her every day for money and endured her ghost story harassment.

The weeping Yu Ruoyin, the furious Zhuang Ciyue, and Nanhe who was ready to fight Lian Zhen.

Not a single one of the three looked normal.

Lian Zhen frowned speechlessly: “Is doing business with me that difficult? I don’t want Jiang Huaining’s life; I just want to find someone.”

“Find someone?” Yu Ruoyin calmed down slightly: “Will helping you find someone harm Ning A… Boss Jiang?”

“Of course not!” Lian Zhen rolled her eyes: “She is Jiang Huaining, the omnipotent Jiang Huaining!”

Yu Ruoyin didn’t know whether Lian Zhen was telling the truth, but the contract mark was already formed, so continuing to argue was pointless.

If it really would harm Jiang Huaining, she… she could just die when the time came.

Yu Ruoyin’s thoughts were a mess, but she knew she couldn’t let anything happen to Zhuang Ciyue: “I understand.”

Lian Zhen sat back in her chair, her expression much more relaxed, though a hint of loneliness surfaced in her eyes: “There’s no need for you to be so extreme. I’m not asking you to do my business for free. No matter how high the price, I’m willing to pay it. I’ve been searching for her for over four thousand years. I’ve truly been everywhere, but I just can’t find her. Only… only the Four Spirits Shop can help me.”

Yu Ruoyin was in no mood to listen to Lian Zhen’s memories. She pushed Nanhe forward: “Now, you should help her find her memories, right?”

Lian Zhen no longer refused. She stood up and pointed at Yu Ruoyin, asking, “Are you ready then?”

“Me?”

“Yes!” Lian Zhen nodded: “To awaken memories in a sealed state like this, a peer is needed as a medium. She is a spirit, so the medium must also be a spirit. That Soul-Painter is human, so only you can do it.”

“But I’m not a spirit either.”

“I can sense spiritual energy on you.”

“That’s not my spiritual energy, that…”

Yu Ruoyin wanted to say that it was the spiritual energy Jiang Huaining gave her, but before she could finish, the woman interrupted her: “Jiang Huaining and I have known each other for thousands of years; I can certainly distinguish her aura. That spiritual energy is not Jiang Huaining’s; it’s your own. Although it’s very faint, just a wisp, it’s enough to awaken the memories.”

Her own?

Yu Ruoyin looked uncertainly at Zhuang Ciyue, who was also looking at her: “A spirit? You have spiritual energy?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Yu Ruoyin’s honest answer fueled Zhuang Ciyue’s imagination. Her mouth suddenly curved up: “Could it be that sleeping with a certain person affects one’s bloodline?”

“No, that’s impossible!”

Yu Ruoyin anxiously covered Zhuang Ciyue’s mouth, but this time Zhuang Ciyue easily dodged her: “How do you know it’s impossible? Boss Jiang said that a Soul-Painter’s intercourse with a ghost spirit increases their ghost energy. So sleeping with a spirit might turn one into a spirit. That way…”

Seeing Yu Ruoyin couldn’t catch Zhuang Ciyue, Nanhe voluntarily helped Yu Ruoyin cover Zhuang Ciyue’s mouth.

Yu Ruoyin panted lightly: “It’s really impossible.”

She didn’t know about other things, but she certainly knew whether she had slept with Jiang Huaining.

However, it was indeed strange for Lian Zhen to say she possessed her own spiritual energy.

Jiang Huaining should know about it too, right?

Perhaps this was why Jiang Huaining said she could become a Witch-Painter.

The more Yu Ruoyin thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Lian Zhen pushed her and Nanhe to sit at the wooden table. Two fluffy tails extended onto the table, one wrapping around Yu Ruoyin’s wrist and the other around Nanhe’s wrist: “Now I will take blood from both of you to connect your consciousnesses. You must not speak.”

No!

Yu Ruoyin remembered her body’s abnormality and was about to refuse, but the hairs on Lian Zhen’s tail had already turned into sharp spines and broken her skin.

Blood drops emerged along the skin. Yu Ruoyin felt slightly relieved that she didn’t see shattered bone.

The minimal amount of fresh blood quickly stained Lian Zhen’s tails red. The two fox tails were instantly enveloped in a blood mist, which spread and gradually drew Yu Ruoyin and Nanhe in. Yu Ruoyin felt an intense heat at her wrist, and her entire being was pulled into another space.

She saw mist, a cleaner mist.

The ethereal clouds gently swayed. The scene, though not overly special, easily soothed her heart filled with gloom and anxiety.

She saw flowers, rarely delicate flowers.

The tender petals should have turned to ash if brushed by the clouds, yet those overly soft petals, when swept by a fierce wind, stood perfectly still on their stems.

She saw a person, a maiden with a fluttering skirt.

The pink and white gauze skirt brushed past the petals, swirling up a few delicate blossoms.

The flowers should have scattered, but the maiden extended her soft hand, gently caught them, and the beautiful blossoms reformed and were casually tucked into her hair.

Vibrant colors danced in her dark black hair, making her appear even more lively.

The graceful, slender figure danced among the flowers. Her light steps were quick and delicate, creating a beautiful sight.

The maiden in the gauze skirt suddenly stopped. She bent down, gathered an armful of flowers, and ran forward. Yu Ruoyin’s vision was pulled forward by the maiden, following her through the flower field, through the magnificent palace gates, past numerous maidens in white, and finally rushing into a woman’s embrace.

“My Lord, My Lord!”

With that sweet, soft voice, even without seeing her face, one could tell she was a lively and adorable girl.

She tumbled in the woman’s arms, and the fresh flowers she held naturally scattered onto the woman’s snow-white robe, their nectar seeping out and adding new colors.

The simple white robe gained different colors, and the cold snowy ground seemed to be lit by fire, making the scene in her eyes much warmer.

The woman lowered her gaze and quietly looked at the maiden in her arms: “You’ve been naughty again.”

The maiden sat up, staying close to the woman.

She held up the flowers she hadn’t crushed, and gently blew on them towards the woman. The scattered, delicate blossoms fell all over the woman’s dark black hair: “My Lord doesn’t like flowers?”

The woman smiled as she looked at the maiden: “I like them.”

The maiden laughed happily, her bell-like laughter clear and pleasing to the ear.

She climbed back into the woman’s arms, lay on her lap, and flipped through the golden tokens by the woman’s hand: “My Lord, what are these?”

“Accusations against you.” The woman held her waist and gently pulled her up to make her more comfortable: “Hua said you killed her snake. She raised that snake for five thousand years and was very attached to it, so she wants me to compensate her.”

“It’s her own fault for trying to bite me!” The maiden looked up at the woman, pouting playfully: “Then… will My Lord compensate her?”

“Since you are in the right, why should I compensate her?” The woman’s leisurely tone carried a hint of amusement: “I’m more curious about how you managed to defeat that snake, whose cultivation was far higher than yours?”

The maiden climbed up a bit, hugged the woman’s waist, and whispered into her ear: “Of course, because I’m clever, and she’s stupid!”

The woman was a bit helpless, but more so doting: “Oh, you are truly audacious.”

The maiden cheekily leaned in the woman’s arms, pulling and shaking her sleeve: “My Lord, it’s not like you just found out today that I’m bold.”

“You…”

The softly raised final syllable sounded familiar. The blurry faces of the maiden and the woman gradually became clear. Yu Ruoyin first saw a pair of doting and gentle eyes, followed by an extremely beautiful face.

Jiang Huaining!

She couldn’t be mistaken; that was Jiang Huaining’s face.

The only difference was that the mole at the corner of the woman’s eye was golden, and when she smiled, she didn’t look seductive; instead…

Yu Ruoyin was distracted by the mole. Suddenly, the golden mist in front of her became heavier and heavier, so much so that the scene started to blur. The maiden and the woman both disappeared into the golden mist. The sounds in her ears suddenly changed. She heard the voices of Zhuang Ciyue and Lian Zhen arguing.

Zhuang Ciyue: “Hey! Are you fox demon reliable or not! Weren’t you supposed to be awakening memories? Why are you spitting blood now!”

Lian Zhen: “So noisy! I also want to know what’s going on! Why did the chosen medium suddenly change? I was clearly trying to retrieve the memories of this spirit, so why did the mark end up on her?”

Zhuang Ciyue: “If you can’t do it, stop! Don’t joke with Xiaoyu’s life! Open your fox eyes and look: it’s not just you spitting blood; Xiaoyu and Nanhe are bleeding just as much as you! I’m telling you, if you kill them, I will fight you to the death.”

Lian Zhen: “Shut up! Helping you once has ruined my cultivation! You had better help me find that person, or I won’t let you off!”

Zhuang Ciyue: “You’re the one who should shut up! Don’t forget that we only made the deal because you cheated!”

“…”

What? What does that mean?

Did the mark transfer to her?

That is to say, the memory she just saw was not Nanhe’s, but her own.

How could she see Jiang Huaining?

And who was that maiden?

Yu Ruoyin could no longer hear Zhuang Ciyue and the others. She only felt a force binding her, leaving her body stiff and unable to move.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of running water.

The sound of a thin stream flowing slowly could calm a restless heart. Yu Ruoyin rubbed her arms, which were slowly regaining movement. The sound of the stream suddenly changed. She heard bursts of Sanskrit chanting, and a gentle call: “Xiaohe, Xiaohe…”

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