The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 39.2

This turbid air…

Yu Ruoyin looked down. Her palm was already icy cold, completely devoid of warmth. She had completely turned into a ghost again, yet it was slightly different.

Her strength hadn’t increased, but her body was getting colder and colder.

If this continued, she might completely turn into a ghost and die.

Nan He also noticed the problem. She quickly stopped the spiritual flame, but as a result, the Corpse Qi and foul blood entangled her again. She could only carefully avoid them, but she was quickly being surrounded.

Sure enough, they weren’t brought here for no reason.

The layout of this room was problematic. It inherently consumed the pure energy of spirits, and once the spirit resisted, the turbid air generated by the collision of the spirit’s energy and the Corpse Qi would harm the living person’s body.

The mastermind understood the methods of spirits and the weaknesses of the living.

Was it a ghost or a human?

If this continued, either she would be turned into a ghost by the turbid air first, or Nan He would be exhausted and die first.

Yu Ruoyin rushed to the door, twisted the handle, and as expected, it wouldn’t open. Then she tried to ram the door with her body, but before she could hit the door, familiar sheets of white wedding paper blocked her way back.

Her strength was still too weak. Nan He should have been able to pierce through those papers and reach the door, but she…

Yu Ruoyin’s pleading gaze turned to Nan He. Nan He was completely entangled in the turbid air at this moment.

Their reaction was too slow. For Nan He to break free from the turbid air and foul blood and then break down the door, she would have to expend a huge amount of energy. The collision of this energy with the Corpse Qi could potentially kill Yu Ruoyin, and Nan He definitely wouldn’t do that.

What to do!

Yu Ruoyin was extremely panicked. She reached for the last ‘Yin Borrowing Talisman’ and firmly stuck it to her chest.

She certainly didn’t dare to inhale the Yin energy in this room, so she simply reached out to the Bog-Wood Coffin.

With just a moment of contact, the Bog-Wood Coffin sent extremely pure Yin energy towards her. Only then did Yu Ruoyin understand why that female corpse was ruptured—the Yin energy from the bog wood was too pure. Ordinary ghosts simply couldn’t withstand it. Fortunately, she wasn’t a real ghost, and her human part could counteract that pure Yin power.

Yu Ruoyin quickly let go and dug out the Painting Sorceress Secret Command from her crossbody bag.

Relying on memory, she found the familiar pattern and gripped the white jade bone brush tightly.

A desperate measure!

Yu Ruoyin raised the brush, channeled the Yin energy from her body into the white jade bone brush, pulled out a Moon-Glow Paper, and sketched two strokes according to the pattern. Before she could finish drawing, she was thrown back.

Her shaken arm trembled uncontrollably. Yu Ruoyin couldn’t help but feel disappointed: Sure enough, it was too much to ask for.

Yu Ruoyin had just thought of the method: a Painting Sorceress could draw spirits and Yin, and also had their own exclusive techniques.

This room countered humans and spirits, so only by becoming a ghost could they escape.

She could rely on the Yin Borrowing Talisman, but Nan He couldn’t. That’s why she thought of the Yin drawing technique. Only by sketching a Yin Skeleton could Nan He temporarily and completely transform into a ghost.

Unfortunately, this technique was beyond the beginner level for Painting Sorcerers. Even with the white jade bone brush, she couldn’t do it.

Yu Ruoyin pressed her trembling arm, looking at Nan He struggling in the Corpse Qi, refusing to use her power to resist and cause harm to her, feeling a bitter ache in her heart.

Nan He was indeed a good spirit. She… if it were Zhuang Huaishu, it would be easily done.

She couldn’t give up easily.

Yu Ruoyin pulled out the Moon-Glow Paper again, and as expected, failed again.

She didn’t dare to stop and immediately pulled out a new Moon-Glow Paper.

Perhaps because she was resolute enough, this time the brush strokes were smooth. She managed to sketch a complete Yin Skeleton. Her right arm was already shaking uncontrollably, and she had to use her left hand to steady the brush. There was no room for error.

Yu Ruoyin’s lips were trembling with nervousness. She shouted at Nan He: “Nan He, don’t resist my power.”

Nan He was obedient enough to instantly restrain all her spiritual energy and stood still.

The Moon-Glow Paper smoothly merged into Nan He’s body. Nan He’s aura instantly changed.

Spiritual energy dissipated bit by bit, completely replaced by Ghost Qi.

Indeed.

After both Nan He and she safely transformed into ghosts, the Corpse Qi and foul blood in the room subsided.

The blood slowly congealed again, and the Corpse Qi lost direction, swirling around the room aimlessly.

Yu Ruoyin pointed to the door. Nan He silently drifted to her side, tugged her sleeve, and shook her head at her. Instead of leading her toward the door, she took her close to the right wall and slammed into it.

The white wedding papers immediately clustered around them again. Pink lotus petals suddenly appeared on Nan He’s body, adhering to her one after another like a pink scaled armor.

The scaled armor shattered the white wedding papers. Before the next wave of papers could wrap around them, Nan He had already broken through the wall, bringing Yu Ruoyin into another room. This room was filled with paper effigies and some strange fruits. These paper effigies seemed not to have been given life yet. They just lay on the ground, lifeless.

Nan He didn’t stop there but immediately broke through the wall of the next room.

The following room was lined with dense black jars, which all emitted a bloody odor. Before Yu Ruoyin could take a good look, Nan He broke through another wall.

Before stepping in, Yu Ruoyin first smelled a fragrance.

She frowned strangely and was pulled in by Nan He. After they stepped into this room, all the sounds behind them disappeared. Yu Ruoyin heard the familiar wedding music again. The sound came from outside the room, and in the center of this room, a pool was built.

The pool was not filled with water, but with bright red blood.

The source of the blood was the corpses suspended from the ceiling. The corpses were stacked and jammed together, hooked to the ceiling. The blood dripping from their bodies was like a continuous red rain.

In the center of the blood pool was a red twin lotus. Due to the irrigation of the blood, the petals were vivid, and the fragrance was intense.

The fragrance Yu Ruoyin smelled came from the twin lotus.

On either side of the twin lotus sat two women in wedding attire, seemingly unconscious. They sat opposite each other, their shoulders bound by the petals of the twin lotus, and their bodies emitted an eerie red glow.

Looking closely, the blood pool was also entwined with strange patterns, and the startling bloody  characters were very bizarre.

A voice in Yu Ruoyin’s heart screamed: Sacrificial Altar!

She hadn’t had a chance to study formation arrays, but her intuition told her that this was the sacrificial altar.

Nan He’s judgment was consistent with hers: “Xiao Yu, we’ve arrived.”

As Nan He spoke, she uncontrollably drifted toward the blood pool.

They gradually made out the faces of the two women—the two brides from the photo: Mei Jingwan and Lu Qichun!

Just as Yu Ruoyin recognized their identities, Nan He had already floated over.

She hovered over the blood pool, slowly approaching the bride on the right. Those familiar features brought a pang to her nose.

She wanted to reach out and touch her, but a force pushed her body away. She could only look at Lu Qichun and say, “Nanchun, I miss you so much.”

No one responded to Nan He’s voice. Yu Ruoyin understood her excitement at seeing her former master, but something was genuinely wrong.

Aside from the wedding music coming from outside the door, the room itself was too quiet. Only the sound of blood dripping could be heard; not even breathing sounds were audible. Mei Jingwan was a ghost, so did Nanchun die?

It wasn’t that she was being overly suspicious.

They had already broken in here, and the fact that the mastermind hadn’t shown up yet was also a problem.

Yu Ruoyin carefully watched them and suddenly noticed that the blood was dripping onto Nan He’s body.

The blood had a certain corrosive effect and was actually damaging Nan He’s clothes.

Upon closer inspection, the Yin Skeleton on Nan He’s body had disappeared. She was no longer a ghost.

Her power was too limited, and the duration she could maintain it was too short.

Yu Ruoyin panicked: “Nan He, come back!”

Nan He didn’t move. Yu Ruoyin grit her teeth.

She swiped her brush, and a Moon-Glow Paper wrapped around Nan He, forcibly pulling her back.

Fortunately, although Nan He had reverted to a spirit, the Corpse Qi and foul blood didn’t follow them, and this room was different from the previous one; it didn’t have an active force that would harm Nan He.

Nan He’s state was somewhat off. Seeing Nanchun in the middle of the blood pool, frail and even seemingly breathless, made her heartbroken.

Tears fell continuously like a string of pearls breaking.

“Nanchun… Nanchun… I will save you, I will save you.”

Nan He muttered softly, then suddenly raised her hand and struck the blood pool.

The force she exerted didn’t shatter the blood pool; instead, it was absorbed by the pool. The speed at which blood dripped from the corpses on the ceiling increased rapidly.

This confused Nan He. She looked at Yu Ruoyin.

Yu Ruoyin gave a wry smile: “I don’t understand formations either.”

Clearly… Nan He understood even less.

This sacrificial altar didn’t seem like something that could be destroyed by sheer brute force. Yu Ruoyin pondered in secret: “I… I’ll take a look.”

She nervously looked around, and seeing no unusual movement, she pulled out the Painting Sorceress Secret Command to study it.

Nan He looked at it with her, growing more confused the more she looked.

Yu Ruoyin wasn’t much better off. She currently had no foundation. Formations were complex, unlike patterns that could be imitated and drawn. It was unrealistic to try to master the techniques by hastily cramming. She quickly gave up.

Perhaps they got it wrong from the start. They should have been the ones delaying the ghosts, and let Zhuang Huaishu and Zhuang Ciyue find the sacrificial altar.

Yu Ruoyin’s gaze moved around the room, finally pointing to the people in the center of the blood pool: “They… they might know.”

“But… they seem to be in a deep coma.”

Yu Ruoyin knew that too, but she didn’t have a better solution right now.

She and Nan He simply tried other ways to wake them up, but getting too close would result in corrosion by the blood, and the spiritual energy they sent would be blocked by the twin lotus. There was no good way.

Yu Ruoyin fumbled in her crossbody bag and took out Mei Jingwan’s Underworld Plaque. The white jade bone brush sketched a few lines on the plaque.

She couldn’t control the Underworld Plaque, but she could send some Yin energy into it, allowing the otherwise inanimate plaque to show some reaction.

“The Underworld Plaque and the underworld messenger are one. I hope you can wake up your mistress.”

She tossed the plaque toward Mei Jingwan. Their other attempts had been blocked, but the Underworld Plaque landed smoothly on Mei Jingwan’s body. The moment it touched her, a red light enveloped her. The red light gradually darkened, turning black. Her eyelashes gently fluttered, and she truly began to open her eyes slowly.

A flash of confusion crossed Mei Jingwan’s eyes. She instinctively raised her hand and gripped her Underworld Plaque.

With the plaque in her hand, her consciousness cleared slightly.

She gently shook her head, first noticing Lu Qichun across the twin lotus, then the wedding dress on her body.

Mei Jingwan pulled at the wedding dress with disgust, and finally noticed Yu Ruoyin and Nan He.

Mei Jingwan’s gaze bypassed Nan He and fell upon Yu Ruoyin: “A ghost? Do you want to marry me too?”

Huh?

Did she mishear, or had Mei Jingwan gone crazy?

Clearly feeling that Mei Jingwan’s gaze had become significantly more aggressive, Yu Ruoyin was so frightened she took two steps back: “I’m not a ghost, and I… I have a wife.”

“Heh.” Mei Jingwan’s eyes were somewhat cold, clearly unconvinced by her defense: “Why pretend? There are many ghosts who want to marry me, one more won’t hurt.”

Was she… too narcissistic? Or was there some other hidden reason?

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