The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 37.1

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After shaking off the group of ghosts, Nan He slowed down. She followed Zhuang Huaishu’s instructions to search for the place with the strongest smell of blood in the darkness.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet; the sound of a falling leaf could be heard clearly.

From the moment they stepped into the barrier, the deadly heat had dissipated, leaving only wisps of cold air enveloping their bodies. Everywhere was filled with dense ghost and yin energy, pressing down on their chests, making it difficult to breathe.

Yu Ruoyin clutched the rope tied around her shoulder, her gaze suddenly drawn to a bright light not far away.

The flickering red light hung on the treetop like a cloud: “Nan He.”

Just as Nan He looked over, the red light changed. The increasingly dazzling glow went straight into their eyes. Yu Ruoyin subconsciously raised her arm to shield the red light, but before she could, Nan He grabbed her wrist.

“Run!”

Nan He pulled her and ran in the opposite direction from the red light. She quickly glanced back.

The source of the red light was a series of red lanterns suspended in mid-air, flying towards them. As they swayed, a human head faintly showed through the lanterns.

Yu Ruoyin suppressed the urge to scream and quickly followed Nan He.

Inside the barrier overrun by ghosts, Nan He was also somewhat lost. She led Yu Ruoyin in circles around their current location while trying to escape.

Yu Ruoyin saw that they were about to be caught, yet Nan He was still leading her in circles, making her question: “Is the altar here?”

“I… I’m not sure.”

Nan He’s answer was not firm, but given her strong perception, it was likely that they were indeed nearby.

Yu Ruoyin suppressed her fear and looked around.

She couldn’t see anything particularly special, but Nan He suddenly led her towards the front door of a small Western-style building. The building was wrapped everywhere in festive red silks, with the character for (double happiness) standing out. But for some reason, the  was white, and in the courtyard were two standing signs with photos of a bride and groom.

The unsettling thing was that the photos were black and white, devoid of any color.

It didn’t look like a joyous occasion at all.

The bride and groom in the photos were two women. They were both good-looking, but their complexions were extremely poor.

Their empty, numb eyes and stiff smiles looked as if they were pulled out by threads, without any of the joy of a wedding.

Below the photo was a corresponding name: Bride – Mei Jingwan.

There were photos of two people, but only one name.

Nan He stared at the other woman in the photo and became lost in thought. She stood blankly and called out: “Nan Chun.”

She pointed at the other woman in the photo, her fingers starting to tremble: “Xiao Yu, this is Nan Cichun, no, now… now it should be called Lu Qichun.”

Lu Qichun? The Spirit Matriarch?

Lu Qingzhen had only told them that Gu Nan Chun was reincarnated as Lu Qichun, but she hadn’t shown them a photo.

Nan He also couldn’t tell if the one at Wannan Garden was the elder or younger Gu Nan Chun. Now that she saw the photo, the identity could be confirmed: Lu Qichun was the elder Gu Nan Chun.

But why would she be the other bride?

Getting married to Mei Jingwan in such a dark and terrifying place… wait a minute… the name Mei Jingwan sounded familiar.

The Infernal Token!

Yu Ruoyin remembered Zhuang Huaishu mentioning when she retrieved the Infernal Token that the Yin Messenger in charge of Yin City was named Mei Jingwan.

The previous (Wen Xianfeng) at the Ghost Market had also told them to help ‘Little Mei’ when they arrived in Yin City. The woman in the photo must be Mei Jingwan, but why would the Yin Messenger, who should be suppressing Yin City, be here as a bride?

Could she be the mastermind?

No, that didn’t seem likely. If she was the culprit, how did her Infernal Token end up in the hands of her subordinate Yin Messenger?

She might be coerced, but who could coerce her?

Lu Qichun?

Lu Qichun was just a Spirit Matriarch. Yu Ruoyin didn’t look down on Spirit Matriarchs, but Zhuang Huaishu and the others had said early on that the limit of a Spirit Matriarch’s ability was very low; she definitely didn’t have the power to create such a barrier. However, their photos wouldn’t appear here by chance, and thinking back, they had offered gifts when they first entered the barrier, and those ghosts kept mentioning ‘Sister Zhan’ and a ‘wedding’…

Could it be that ‘Sister Zhan’ was forcing them to marry? What for?

Yu Ruoyin didn’t believe the mastermind was trying to promote a happy marriage; there must be a conspiracy, but she couldn’t figure it out yet.

“Xiao Yu, look.”

Nan He’s voice suddenly rang out. Yu Ruoyin followed Nan He’s pointing finger and saw that all the small Western-style buildings in the distance had changed.

They had instantly become identical to the one they were standing in front of: red silks, black and white photos. Then, familiar wedding music began to play. A few sobs mixed with the jarring sound of the suona (Chinese horn). The head lanterns that were chasing her and Nan He had disappeared sometime earlier, leaving only them and the rows of strange small Western-style buildings, along with the eerie and bizarre wedding music.

The air suddenly became colder, freezing the surface of her skin into frost.

Yu Ruoyin rubbed her arm. What she touched wasn’t smooth skin, but layers of wrinkles, and it was somewhat damp and sticky.

The strange sensation made Yu Ruoyin instinctively look down. The moment she saw clearly, her eyes unconsciously widened. The gentle rub she had just given had actually peeled off the skin from her arm. The curled-up skin was now in her palm, and the arm her eyes saw was a bloody mess.

It hurt.

The pain brought on by the sight quickly spread throughout her body. Yu Ruoyin lowered her eyes, tears welling up, mixed with disbelief.

Yu Ruoyin’s heart was frighteningly calm. She stared at the bloody arm, raised her hand, and rubbed it again.

This time, more skin was torn off.

The skin stuck to the blue tendons, slowly tearing, and blood even splattered onto her face.

Something was wrong.

This was wrong.

Yu Ruoyin was very clear about the condition of her body. She was currently protected by the half-portion of spiritual energy given by Jiang Huaining. Minor scrapes were irrelevant, and if she encountered such serious injuries, Jiang Huaining’s power would protect her. If a power could truly penetrate Jiang Huaining’s protection and hurt her, she wouldn’t have such intact flesh and blood.

If Jiang Huaining’s power was suppressed, her body should be like it was during Lu Qingzhen’s previous experiment.

Rotten flesh mixed with bone fragments, and her tendons and internal organs all shattered.

Her flesh was too complete, too complete to be hers.

An illusion.

This was an illusion.

Yu Ruoyin didn’t know how to break this illusion. Nan He beside her suddenly grabbed her palm, holding it tightly: “Xiao Yu, you’re hurt. We need to get out of here quickly!”

No, Nan He was also wrong.

Because they hadn’t known each other long, and because Nan He had a family.

Yu Ruoyin always held Nan He by the sleeve. Nan He was sensitive to emotion, so she learned to hold her by the sleeve too.

They had never pressed their palms together like this, so close that she could feel Nan He’s palm lines.

Yu Ruoyin’s free hand reached into her satchel. She pulled out two Ghost Borrowing Talismans and stuck them simultaneously on her chest. Suddenly, the ‘Nan He’ who was holding her changed. A thread of black silk was drawn from her arm and into the talisman.

She wasn’t Nan He; she was a ghost.

And a very powerful one. Yu Ruoyin’s Ghost Borrowing Talisman could only draw away a tiny bit of her ghost energy. Such a minor, painless attack didn’t even startle the ghost holding her hand.

Yu Ruoyin’s heart sank. She secretly bit down on the tip of her tongue.

As the blood from the tip of her tongue filled her mouth, she stopped the steps she was taking with ‘Nan He’.

“Xiao Yu, why aren’t you walking?” ‘Nan He’ turned back and smiled at Yu Ruoyin, a gentle smile that was strange.

Yu Ruoyin took advantage of her turning around and spat a mouthful of blood, hitting her squarely on the face.

A sizzling sound rang out as skin began to burn. ‘Nan He’ let out a cry of pain and couldn’t help but reach up to cover her burned face, but she refused to let go of Yu Ruoyin’s hand. Thick black smoke continually spread from her face, diffusing a foul smell into the air.

Yu Ruoyin struggled fiercely. ‘Nan He’ suddenly raised her head: “Are you looking for death?”

Her eyes were no longer gentle, replaced by a pair of blood-red pupils. Her sharp gaze seemed capable of piercing her chest and shattering her heart.

Yu Ruoyin bit down hard on her lip, and before ‘Nan He’ could curse again, she spat out a second mouthful of blood.

The fresh blood landed on ‘Nan He’s neck, instantly burning right through it. Yu Ruoyin’s eyes widened. She then realized that the face covered by ‘Nan He’s hand was also burned through. Her… her tongue-tip blood seemed to have become stronger. Yu Ruoyin remembered when she had spat tongue-tip blood at Lu Qingzhen, Lu Qingzhen’s face had only become slightly scorched, not as severely as ‘Nan He’. Of course, it was also possible that this ghost wasn’t as powerful as Lu Qingzhen.

No… a ghost capable of silently separating her from Nan He and silently trapping her in an illusion might be stronger than Lu Qingzhen.

Xia Yu had said that Lu Qingzhen was no match for Nan He.

The tongue-tip blood had become more powerful, which might be a sign that she was getting stronger. She had changed compared to ten days ago; her blood should be too… she now had spiritual energy, her own spiritual energy.

Yu Ruoyin felt a little relieved that she had gained some power. She took the chance to break free from ‘Nan He’. Just as she was about to press her advantage and spit another mouthful of blood, the wound on her tongue tip quietly healed.

Yu Ruoyin wanted to bite again, but the clear pain in her tongue tip made her head spin.

She immediately realized that she couldn’t rely solely on tongue-tip blood to fight the ghost in front of her.

Yu Ruoyin ignored the wailing female ghost, quickly took a step, and rushed forward. She didn’t know where she was going, but she certainly couldn’t stay with ‘Nan He’.

The further she went, the darker the environment became. Gradually, Yu Ruoyin ran into a place with no streetlights.

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