The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 40.2

This, however, did explain why Zhuang Huaishu’s pen could manipulate Mei Jingwan’s Underworld Plaque. But Mei Jingwan’s expression when mentioning the Wheel-Turning King seemed overly excited.

Something was wrong!

Mei Jingwan had only been praising how powerful the Wheel-Turning King was. Her face didn’t show the excitement of seeing a savior; her excitement seemed to come from… from the admiration and envy of the Wheel-Turning King’s strength. Her speech was also intermittent, as if she didn’t intend to finish her sentence. Was she afraid that if she spoke completely, Nan He would notice the discrepancy?

Yu Ruoyin’s suspicion flared up instantly. She couldn’t help but recall every word Mei Jingwan had said, and the more she thought about it, the weirder it became.

According to Mei Jingwan’s account, she was brought here while unconscious, waking up only to find a group of spirit mediums around her.

If she had been trapped here all this time, why would she know the situation of the formation and the barrier?

The mastermind couldn’t have just laid out the entire plan to her. Unless the mastermind was an idiot, they wouldn’t do this. Of course, there was another possibility, which was… Mei Jingwan was the mastermind, or at least an accomplice of the mastermind.

This explained all the questions. And the photo outside the small Western-style building, as well as Mei Jingwan’s words, looked more like a performance, specially staged for them.

Her Underworld Plaque was probably deliberately left for that Yin Messenger. In case the plot was exposed and failed, she could use the same lies she used to fool them to deceive the Underworld. Given her strength, she must have some seniority in the Underworld, and probably many friends. Maybe someone would actually believe her.

Nan He said the anger was real, which meant there was something fake.

The reason for her anger might not be that she felt Nan He was humiliating her, but rather the embarrassment of being almost seen through by Nan He.

Yu Ruoyin’s paranoia had been suppressed for some time, and now that it had surfaced, it wouldn’t easily disappear.

If Mei Jingwan was one of the schemers, why was she so eager for the Wheel-Turning King to arrive?

She couldn’t quite put the pieces together, but since she suspected Mei Jingwan, she naturally had to do the opposite of what Mei Jingwan wanted.

Mei Jingwan was looking forward to the Wheel-Turning King’s arrival, so they definitely couldn’t let the Wheel-Turning King come.

Since she said destroying the altar required simultaneously damaging all the living sacrifices, Yu Ruoyin was going to try and see if the altar could be forcibly destroyed. If the blood pool couldn’t be damaged… she couldn’t see the secrets of the altar, but what was right in front of her was the continuous downpour of bloody rain.

Her gaze moved upwards, where bodies were hanging.

She had to try!

If Mei Jingwan was a good person, she should be happy if Yu Ruoyin miraculously destroyed the altar, and she wouldn’t be angry if it wasn’t successfully destroyed.

If Yu Ruoyin guessed correctly and Mei Jingwan was a villain, then the altar had to be destroyed.

Perhaps it was bias, but she just felt Mei Jingwan was problematic, and this feeling gave her the courage to oppose her.

“Nan He.”

It was said that Nan He was an extremely obedient spirit. Between Mei Jingwan and Yu Ruoyin, she would naturally listen more to Yu Ruoyin.

Yu Ruoyin called out her name and took the lead in pushing the suspended bodies with Yin energy.

Nan He dared not be negligent and immediately followed her to attack the bodies.

Mei Jingwan was still in a state of extreme excitement, while Yu Ruoyin and Nan He had already drifted past her and reached the ceiling.

The Yin energy Yu Ruoyin pushed out was entirely absorbed by the bodies.

She was like water, and those bodies were like sponges.

Seeing that her method was useless, Nan He quickly tried to stop, but Yu Ruoyin pushed her: “Use full power!”

Dong dong—

Amidst the celebratory music, the sound of a wooden fish suddenly rang out. The steady and powerful sound drowned out the music. The solemnity and reverence diluted the bloody aura. Nan He was completely bathed in golden light. Sanskrit scripts circled her body, and the flowing scripts formed golden chains. Nan He, wrapped in the golden chains, rushed towards the bodies on the ceiling.

The closer she got to the bodies, the heavier the golden light on her became.

Yu Ruoyin’s semi-ghost body couldn’t withstand it and was directly bounced out by the golden light.

As she fell, she heard Mei Jingwan’s voice losing control: “What are you doing?”

The sharp, piercing shriek was like nails scratching a blackboard. Yu Ruoyin raised her hand to cover her ears, but before she could act, her wrist was seized.

Mei Jingwan had floated out of the blood pool at some point. She caught Yu Ruoyin’s body, twisted Yu Ruoyin’s wrist, and brought her long, red fingernails to her neck. Her crimson eyes were dark and terrifying: “Stop it now!”

Yu Ruoyin tried to struggle, but quickly realized she couldn’t move at all.

It wasn’t that Mei Jingwan had restrained her, but her body had been injured by the Buddhist light emanating from Nan He.

Yu Ruoyin also roughly figured out the basis of the Red Jade Fruit’s protection. Most of the Red Jade Fruit’s power was maintaining her surface health, and it would only allocate power to protect her body when she encountered danger. The attack forces the Red Jade Fruit could identify did not include physical attacks, nor this kind of non-targeted, gentle force.

It was a pity that “gentle” was only true for humans; half of her body was now a ghost.

Even a semi-ghost was afraid, let alone Mei Jingwan. Even as a Yin Messenger, how much of the Yang World’s methods could Yin bones withstand? She could only take Yu Ruoyin as a hostage.

Yu Ruoyin’s internal organs ached, and her eyes felt slightly sore.

The urge to cry was stifled by this cold embrace. She said coldly, “Yin Messenger Mei, so you could leave the altar after all.”

Mei Jingwan had left the blood pool, so what was there left for Yu Ruoyin not to understand? Mei Jingwan’s previous inability to struggle was all an act for them.

“Shut up!”

Mei Jingwan was furious now. She was so close to success, but now the altar was about to be destroyed.

Buddhist light could indeed disperse evil spirits; it was the ultimate nemesis of this wicked blood formation.

When Yu Ruoyin and the others broke in, she chose deception instead of attacking directly because she was wary of Nan He’s power. She had already seen clearly through the eyes of the ghosts guarding outside the small Western-style building that Nan He possessed Buddhist power, and it was a very powerful force. But she also saw that Nan He was a spirit, whose consciousness was well-protected. She had ability, but she couldn’t discern the situation herself; she needed someone to direct her.

This was a common characteristic of guardian spirits. They were used to following their owner’s words and inherently lacked judgment. It was logical.

She thought Nan He was easy to deceive, so after they escaped the room designed to target spirits, she prepared to deceive her. As for Yu Ruoyin, she hadn’t paid her any mind.

So what if she was a Witch Painter? She was too weak.

Only ten-plus minutes remained until the Blood Moon was complete. By then, no one could help, and everyone would be under her heel. She didn’t want to cause any trouble and only needed to endure for ten minutes. But somehow… somehow this weak person had ruined her plan.

She couldn’t understand how Yu Ruoyin had seen through the anomaly that even a spirit couldn’t perceive.

Mei Jingwan didn’t think Yu Ruoyin had such judgment. She thought Yu Ruoyin was more like a blind cat running into a dead mouse.

This was the most infuriating part. They had meticulously planned for so long, only to have it destroyed by her sheer dumb luck.

Her eyes staring at Yu Ruoyin grew colder, and her face became increasingly distorted, wishing she could devour Yu Ruoyin immediately: “You are clearly so weak, how dare you ruin my plan!”

This sudden change stunned Nan He, and she almost instinctively stopped.

But she had mobilized all her power, and stopping would still take time.

The blood was pushed away by Nan He’s power. Golden chains wrapped around the bodies. The solemn Buddhist chants caused the tightly closed mouths of those bodies to open one after another, and then pale Yin souls drifted out from inside.

So the souls of the dead were all hidden here.

A thin tube was inserted into the back of each Yin soul, and inside the tube were drops of condensed blood.

It turned out that the blood dripping into the blood pool was not corpse blood, but ghost blood.

Ghost blood should only condense a drop every hundred years, but they were using the altar to pile up corpses, forcibly nourishing the ghosts to condense blood, and then cleansing the bride’s body.

Such a rare method, such cruel means.

They must have stumbled into a massive scheme unintentionally.

Yu Ruoyin didn’t know where she got the courage, but she thrust her neck forward, aiming for her own fingernail: “Nan He, don’t you dare stop!”

Mei Jingwan controlled Yu Ruoyin, forcefully stretching her wrist forward a little, avoiding the possibility of the fingernail piercing her neck.

Seeing this, Yu Ruoyin returned all the sneers she received earlier: “You’re quite something. Why don’t you dare confront Nan He yourself and have to use my life to threaten her?”

“You really are…” Mei Jingwan was sharp-tongued herself and loved to mock others, but she didn’t have Yu Ruoyin’s patience. She let go of Yu Ruoyin’s wrist and directly strangled Yu Ruoyin’s neck with her own hand, her fingernails slowly sinking into the skin: “Little girl, you don’t really think I won’t dare to kill you, do you?”

Bang!

The coffin lid hanging behind Yu Ruoyin suddenly fell, and a hand suddenly reached out from the coffin and gripped Mei Jingwan’s neck.

The hand was fair and soft, with skin as delicate as jade.

But the grip on her neck was extremely cold, the frost in the palm freezing her neck and spreading down her arm.

With just two sounds, the flesh and skin of Mei Jingwan’s arm strangely caved in, as if the bones and blood supporting it had been completely crushed. Her palm also uncontrollably let go of Yu Ruoyin’s neck.

“No!”

Mei Jingwan screamed in horror, forcefully reaching for Yu Ruoyin with her palm.

But she could only watch as that hand moved farther and farther away from Yu Ruoyin until it completely lost strength and drooped down.

Mei Jingwan’s pupils dilated little by little. She stared intently at the hand on her neck, her face full of terror.

She couldn’t determine the identity of the hand’s owner, only forced to feel the power of this hand.

Mei Jingwan vaguely felt something was wrong. Finally, she heard the sound of judgment: “Little Mei.”

The clear female voice didn’t contain much anger, nor much fluctuation, mixed with a little disappointment.

But she was familiar with this voice, and it was this familiarity that terrified her.

Mei Jingwan looked to the side in disbelief, only to see a woman crawling out of the coffin.

The woman unceremoniously kicked her in the chest. As she flew backward, she saw the woman wrap her arms around the little girl’s waist, gently embracing her, slowly descending to the ground with her, and even thoughtfully wiping the bloodstain off the little girl’s face.

Mei Jingwan dared not look further. She even forgot to cry out in pain.

As soon as she hit the ground, she immediately got up and knelt down.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her lips were also shaking: “Lord… Lord Jiang.”

The woman finally spared her a glance, cold and gloomy: “Little Mei, you’re truly insane.”

Mei Jingwan also felt she was insane, otherwise how could she see Jiang Huaining here?

Not only insane, but perhaps blind as well.

How else could she see the aloof and frosty Jiang Huaining turn her head to look at that little girl with nothing but tenderness in her eyes, even gently coaxing her: “Ah Yin, don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

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