The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 38.1

Yu Ruoyin was trembling all over, clutching the white jade bone brush tightly.

The pure white jade porcelain-like bone brush handle was wrapped in faint gold patterns. The irregular gold patterns covering the jade white made the pen look extraordinary; it was undoubtedly a flawless pen, rich in spiritual energy. But this was the pen Yu Ruoyin wanted the least.

This was… this was Jiang Huaining’s flesh, blood, and bone.

The smell of blood in the coffin grew thicker—hers, and Jiang Huaining’s.

Yu Ruoyin sobbed as she bandaged Jiang Huaining’s severed finger. She wished she could break the white jade bone brush apart again and press it back into Jiang Huaining’s hand.

But she also knew she couldn’t, nor did she have the ability.

She knew this was given to her by Jiang Huaining. Jiang Huaining wanted her to use this pen well, so that both of them could leave this place smoothly.

Without speaking or exchanging words, she roughly understood Jiang Huaining’s heart.

Jiang Huaining had said that with the Red Jade Fruit, she would know everything about her.

Yu Ruoyin held the pen in one hand and the Red Jade Fruit in the other, weeping uncontrollably.

She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t stop herself.

The Red Jade Fruit was protecting her, listening to her. The bone brush was creating possibilities for her future. Everything she had seemed to be given by Jiang Huaining, yet she only ever dragged Jiang Huaining down. She had even put herself in danger because of her soft heart. She had, at times, been harsh to Jiang Huaining, gotten angry, and spoken ill of her.

Unlike Jiang Huaining, who, no matter how cold she was to others, was always extremely good to her.

Even without Jiang Huaining awake, she was still dragging her down.

She was a bad thing.

Forcibly dragging her out, yet unable to protect her.

Yu Ruoyin gripped the pen too hard. She had too much blood on her, and it flowed onto the white jade bone brush, staining the clean handle red.

Fine blood threads wrapped around the gold patterns. A voice suddenly rang in Yu Ruoyin’s ear: “Jiang Huaining, you love her? What do you love about her? When she deviates completely from your memory, will you still love her?”

Yu Ruoyin’s hand gripping the pen paused.

She shook her head, and the voice in her ear disappeared.

A hallucination?

Or a voice she had imagined?

It was no wonder Yu Ruoyin thought this, because this was precisely the question Yu Ruoyin found hard to voice. She had clearly seen how bright and unrestrained the girl nestled in Jiang Huaining’s arms was. She had an excellent personality, sufficient self-protection, and the ability to take revenge herself.

Yu Ruoyin had heard Jiang Huaining marvel that the girl could kill that snake.

Powerful, intelligent, and lively—that girl had qualities that Yu Ruoyin herself would like.

She couldn’t compare and wasn’t qualified to compete. She…

“Ning…”

She was still too timid, lacking the courage to ask.

The answer would definitely be terrible, absolute.

Yu Ruoyin carefully stroked the back of Jiang Huaining’s hand, her gaze touching the severed finger, cautious and deliberate. She whispered, “Sleep. I can do this.”

Even if she couldn’t, she had to.

Now was not the time for self-pity, but for going out and tearing the female corpse limb from limb.

She had too much resentment and too much pain in her heart that needed to be released.

Yu Ruoyin dared not slack. She held the white jade bone brush, dipped it in Cloud Zither Sand, and drew a moon mark on her left cheek. The yin energy on her body rushed towards the mark, instantly sealing itself within the moon, waiting for her to use it at any time.

She took a breath and drew the Yin Suppression Talisman again.

Of the three schools of Witches, Art Witch and Spirit Witch belonged to yang, and Yin Witch belonged to yin.

Without the entanglement of yin energy on her body, Yu Ruoyin’s talisman drawing was much smoother.

Coupled with the fact that this blood was originally given to her by Lu Qingzhen, and with the help of Jiang Huaining’s bone brush, the strokes were incredibly smooth, succeeding in one go.

Yu Ruoyin looked at the Yin Suppression Talisman wrapped around half of the talisman paper’s edge, without a hint of a smile on her face. If she had reached this level with her own ability, she would definitely be happy, but she knew perfectly well that this was not her own power; it was thanks to Jiang Huaining’s good fortune.

It seemed she owed Jiang Huaining more and more. How was she going to repay this?

Jiang Huaining’s kindness to her stemmed from the girl in her memory, but she was not similar to that girl. Even if she wanted to become like her, the distance was too vast. She couldn’t. She…

Yu Ruoyin discarded such thoughts and focused on the talisman paper.

She was injured, and holding the brush with both hands was somewhat difficult.

Yu Ruoyin held the brush with her right hand and pressed her left hand against her right, quickly drawing three more Yin Suppression Talismans.

She felt a little dizzy, but she stubbornly raised the brush again.

However, the power granted in this way was in the Cloud Zither Sand, and the Cloud Zither Sand was consumed very quickly. After drawing three talismans, the Cloud Zither Sand no longer had the power to leave color. Yu Ruoyin could only stop. She suppressed her nausea, dripped her own blood into new Cloud Zither Sand, and redrew three Yin Borrowing Talismans.

Jiang Huaining was still Jiang Huaining.

Thanks to the white jade bone brush, the newly drawn Yin Borrowing Talismans had twenty-two links on the chain. The chains occupied three edges—one long and two short—of the long, rectangular talisman paper. Although it was a basic talisman, it looked incredibly powerful.

Yu Ruoyin glanced at Jiang Huaining again. She was frowning in her sleep, perhaps worried about her.

“Ning…”

It was like this again.

She had so much to say, yet not a single word could come out.

Yu Ruoyin knelt at Jiang Huaining’s feet, bowed her head to her, her eyes fixed on Jiang Huaining, devout and resolute.

Her heart was quietly changing.

Yu Ruoyin took a small breath, endured the pain, and opened the coffin.

Just as the coffin was pushed open a crack, an extremely ugly face appeared before Yu Ruoyin.

Yu Ruoyin’s pupils contracted. She realized it was the female corpse.

The female corpse, in order to stop her from absorbing yin energy, had frantically scratched herself, tearing off quite a bit of skin. Her face was now a layer of everted flesh, hanging with fine bits of torn skin. These bits of skin were like little flags, swaying on her face with the yin wind, looking repulsive and strange.

Only then did Yu Ruoyin realize that the gentle skin on her face had been stripped from someone else, and she herself had long lost her skin, possessing only a body that (wriggled) with exposed flesh.

Minced meat mixed with tendons and bones. Some areas already showed signs of decay, revealing black specks.

A foul smell lingered around her. Yu Ruoyin could barely smell the fragrance inside the coffin anymore.

She was afraid, but she hated more.

Yu Ruoyin disliked even the smell of her own blood, let alone this female corpse that reeked of rot.

The fragrance was dispelled, and her emotions became uncontrollable.

“Get lost!”

Yu Ruoyin shouted, and a Yin Suppression Talisman was pressed to her chest.

Her face began to change. A faint phantom emerged from her face, the character Yin on her brow particularly distinct.

Black mist poured out from the phantom, and black chains shot out from the black mist, violently lashing out at the female corpse.

Before the female corpse could react, a chain struck her face hard. She was flung backward, a piece of flesh cut from her face, landing on the coffin.

Yu Ruoyin feared the female corpse’s blood would drip into the coffin, and her breath hitched.

She quickly opened the coffin and scrambled out.

After climbing out, Yu Ruoyin immediately closed the coffin, fumbled for tissues, wrapped the dead flesh, and tossed it far away. Then she carefully wiped the blood that had stained the coffin.

The female corpse was completely ignored. She coldly sneered with resentment: “Could there be some treasure in that coffin? You’ve certainly made progress after going in there. You can actually use the power of an Yin Official. Could it be… there’s an Yin Official inside?”

Thinking of this, she smiled greedily: “If that woman found out, today’s bride might have to be switched.”

W-What does that mean?

Yu Ruoyin wiped the last drop of blood from the coffin and slowly straightened up: “What did you say? Switching the bride?”

The female corpse wasn’t afraid of Yu Ruoyin, even with the Yin Suppression Talisman, she could only use a little power.

Yin Officials had a suppressive effect on ghosts, but she was a corpse after all.

The black chains whipped out one after another, indeed looking magnificent, but the female corpse carefully dodged and wouldn’t die here. Moreover, with every strike, the color of the chain faded a little, and the chains whose color was too faint were slowly disappearing. All Yu Ruoyin had to do was wear her down.

Yu Ruoyin was injured, and her situation was not good either.

She continued to provoke Yu Ruoyin, full of disdain: “Of course, I mean switching the thing in your coffin.”

“Switch… switch…”

Yu Ruoyin knew that what the female corpse said was not what she was thinking, but she couldn’t control the anger surging in her heart.

She slapped a brand new Yin Borrowing Talisman onto her chest, lowered her lips, and sneered, “Switch? By what right! The person inside is my wife, she’s mine! You…”

The newly drawn Yin Borrowing Talisman was indeed powerful. The pressure around Yu Ruoyin dropped considerably.

The moon on her face instantly dissipated, and the accumulated yin energy rushed into her body. A red tint gradually appeared in Yu Ruoyin’s bright black pupils.

Her hand moved to her abdomen, where a bone was still deeply embedded in her flesh.

Yu Ruoyin gripped the bone, forcefully pulled it out, and the splattered blood covered her arm, slowly dripping from her fingertips.

Yu Ruoyin crushed the bone and stared at her abdomen.

The rushing ghostly energy repaired the wound at an extremely fast rate—a sign that her body was quickly turning into a ghost.

Perhaps because the wound was now wrapped in ghostly energy, the pain from the deep wound was minor, not even comparable to the stinging in her heart: “She wants to steal mine, and you want to steal mine, too. Why do you all want to steal mine? I have no parents, and even my grandmother is missing. I finally found someone who is good to me, why do you all have to steal her? I can’t compare to you, but so what? She chose me, so she is mine!”

Yu Ruoyin’s low murmur reached the female corpse, whose expression changed slightly.

It wasn’t fear or dread, but a feeling that Yu Ruoyin seemed mentally unstable.

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