The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 6

Spiritual energy? What spiritual energy?

Yu Ruoyin didn’t really understand what they were talking about, but she clearly saw that although the old lady was shouting loudly, she never actually stepped forward.

It seemed they were afraid of some sort of power around her.

Could it be that half of the crimson jade fruit Jiang Huaining gave her?

Just as Yu Ruoyin was about to put down the chainsaw and use the half jade fruit to defend herself, the black cat standing at the front suddenly lunged toward her:

“You’re already ghosts and still this cowardly—no wonder you let people push you around.”

The black cat’s voice was shrill and piercing, so sharp it felt like it could stab right through her eardrums.

Yu Ruoyin instinctively wanted to cover her ears. In that brief moment when her grip loosened, the chainsaw flew from her palm, slamming into the group of ghosts still outside the door. The roaring blade sheared off the twin sister’s head, sliced the woman’s right hand, and only stopped when the old lady blocked it with her cane. The chainsaw crashed to the ground, shattered into pieces.

“Ah! My head!”

The younger twin’s severed head cried out exaggeratedly twice before bouncing across the floor like a ball.

Sticky, red liquid stained the concrete, mingled with pale brain matter, releasing a foul stench.

The elder twin’s head slowly reattached. She didn’t speak, only narrowed her eyes at her sister’s rolling head.

She reached out, caught it with precision, and shoved it back onto the neck. Finally, the head stayed put.

“Elder sister…” The younger twin tugged down her collar pitifully, revealing the pitch-black scar left behind where her head and neck had once been separated.

Clearly, the elder was stronger. A blue ghostly flame flowed from her palm into her sister’s neck, burning away the hideous scar bit by bit.

The woman was equally miserable. She muttered unhappily, “Didn’t I say she has strong spiritual energy? That chainsaw must be a magical tool. Some people just wouldn’t believe me.”

She crouched down, placing the baby on her lap.

Her left hand pressed the severed hand back against the stump, but no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t reconnect.

The infant’s arm stretched unnaturally long, hooking around the severed hand. A black flame burned in its tiny palm, and when the fire dispersed, the hand was back in place.

The uninjured old lady watched coldly, then suddenly questioned the black cat:

“Hey—you caused us to get hurt. Don’t you have anything to say?”

The black cat let out two eerie laughs. “So what if it’s a magical tool? We’re not allies. Just happened to meet. If you lot end up scattered into ashes, even better—no one left to compete with me for this body brimming with spiritual energy!”

The old lady froze when she heard the cat intended to seize Yu Ruoyin’s body. She stepped back two paces. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you take her body, you’ll become a malevolent ghost.”

Yu Ruoyin began to understand. These ghosts weren’t working together—and each had different motives.

The black cat wanted to steal her body. The old lady and the others didn’t seem intent on harming her.

The sisters and the mother-and-child appeared closer to the old lady. When she spoke, they instinctively stepped back, widening the distance between themselves and the black cat.

But the cat ignored them.

Her pupils shrank, and her body grew larger and larger.

In the blink of an eye, the black cat transformed into a red-clad female ghost. Every inch of her skin bled, her long hair soaked and clinging to her scalp. Though her face was still somewhat pretty, a vicious wound ran from her forehead down to her chin, splitting her skull in half.

The jagged scar oozed red-and-white fluid. With every word she spoke, the foul liquid gushed out thicker, heavier.

The air filled with an unbearable stench, and Yu Ruoyin’s nose rebelled.

She wanted to run, but terror froze her limbs. All she could do was stare, wide-eyed.

Yu Ruoyin had thought Lu Qingzhen was already frightening enough, but clearly, there was always a ghost more terrifying than the last. This one wasn’t just powerful—her appearance alone was sickeningly gruesome.

The red-clad ghost was clearly formidable.

She ignored the wary looks of the other ghosts and lunged at Yu Ruoyin with incredible speed.

“Little sister, lend me your body, won’t you?”

It wasn’t a request.

Her long tongue lashed out, curling around Yu Ruoyin’s neck, ready to choke the breath from her lungs.

Of course she was unlucky.

If she hadn’t died in Jiang Huaining’s hands, she was still destined to die in a ghost’s.

Her vision dimmed with the suffocating lack of air. Yu Ruoyin struggled violently. At that moment, the crimson jade fruit hanging from her neck burst into dazzling light.

A barrier of radiance flared outward, forcing the ghost’s tongue to recoil. As the barrier expanded, the ghost was forced to withdraw.

She glared at Yu Ruoyin, then stubbornly attacked again.

Yu Ruoyin grabbed for the jade fruit, but before she could touch it, a figure appeared in the living room.

Jiang Huaining.

Her complexion was paler than when they’d parted earlier, but her aura was undiminished.

She seized the ghost’s extended tongue, her eyes sharp and dangerous. “You want to take her body?”

“Who are you?”

The ghost struggled angrily, but no matter how she pulled, Jiang Huaining didn’t budge.

Yu Ruoyin rubbed her aching neck and ran behind Jiang Huaining, pointing at the ghost. “It’s her.”

Her expression screamed: She bullied me! Hurry up and avenge me!

Perhaps because she lacked anyone to rely on, Yu Ruoyin became easily dependent on others—whether once on Zhuang Ciyue, or now on Jiang Huaining.

But Jiang Huaining didn’t find it strange. With her free hand, she gently pushed Yu Ruoyin further behind her, eyes cold as she swept over the ghost.

“Reckless fool.”

“Boss, she isn’t a malevolent ghost yet!”

The voice came from outside—Xia Yu.

Yu Ruoyin turned and realized not only Jiang Huaining had come, Xia Yu had too.

The smell of alcohol had mostly left her. Her eyes were much clearer now, lacking the hostility she’d shown Jiang Huaining earlier.

As she fought the other ghosts, she still found time to speak: “If you scatter her spirit, the underworld will hound us endlessly. Better not stir up trouble for yourself.”

When Jiang Huaining seemed persuaded, Xia Yu turned her attention back to the ghosts: “You may not yet be evil spirits, but trailing a living person home—your intentions are anything but kind. Today I’ll teach you a lesson.”

The ghosts resisted, though unwillingly.

The old lady was different, though. She didn’t fight back at all. Instead, while Xia Yu lectured, she nodded eagerly. “Lord Xia is right. But we never intended to take this girl’s body. Only He Meijie wanted that—we’re not with her. We only wanted to absorb some of her spiritual energy.”

She quickly distanced herself and the others, dumping all the blame on the red-clad ghost.

At first Yu Ruoyin thought her sly, but then realized—it was true. The old lady hadn’t tried to hurt her, even warning the red-clad ghost earlier.

The ghost, seeing she couldn’t break free, bit off her own tongue and glared warily at Jiang Huaining. “Who are you?”

Jiang Huaining studied her, brows furrowed.

Then, as the ghost questioned her, she suddenly smiled. “I am A-Yin’s wife.”

Was it an illusion? Yu Ruoyin thought Jiang Huaining had deliberately raised her voice when she said it—loud enough for not just the red-clad ghost, but all the others outside to hear.

The old lady’s face shifted instantly. Yu Ruoyin caught sight of her body growing faint, her steps inching backward.

Yu Ruoyin quickly raised her hand and pointed. “She—she’s trying to run!”

The moment Yu Ruoyin spoke, Jiang Huaining snatched up a wooden chair and hurled it precisely at the old lady. The chair’s four legs pinned her body in place, locking her to the floor.

From its frame, Jiang Huaining snapped off a sharp wooden shard.

Casting a cold glance at the red-clad ghost, she struck her throat with a single slap.

The ghost’s tongue shot out uncontrollably, only for Jiang Huaining to stab through it with the wood. She yanked, stretching it out long, then flung it back. The shard nailed it to the wall.

Before the ghost could react, Jiang Huaining grabbed another chair, broke off the back, and hurled more pieces.

Each shard pierced the tongue, pinning it further to the wall and floor.

Soon the tongue was riddled with wooden stakes, dragging the ghost down until she knelt on the ground, bound.

Jiang Huaining was truly powerful.

Yu Ruoyin was momentarily dazed. Jiang Huaining assumed she was scared stiff.

Dusting off her palms, Jiang Huaining gently touched Yu Ruoyin’s face. “A-Yin.”

The moment she spoke, Yu Ruoyin threw herself into her arms.

It was relief at surviving, comfort in finding someone to depend on, and even a strange sort of pride.

She whimpered pitifully, “Pretty wife, they bullied me.”

Jiang Huaining stroked her face, even giving a soft pinch, her eyes filled with warmth. “A-Yin, I’m here.”

The tip of her index finger carried a faint red hue, like delicately painted rouge.

Where it pinched, Yu Ruoyin’s skin also flushed red. Embarrassed to meet Jiang Huaining’s gaze filled with tenderness, Yu Ruoyin kept her eyes on that fingertip instead, following the trail of red.

Though they weren’t yet close, instinct told her Jiang Huaining would never harm her.

If she said she would protect her, she meant it.

And who told her—she was the pretty wife.

Yu Ruoyin giggled foolishly. Jiang Huaining found it odd.

Her hand slid upward to rest on Yu Ruoyin’s head. “Don’t tell me you’ve been scared silly?”

Yu Ruoyin’s gaze remained fixed on that red fingertip. When she saw it move higher, she instinctively tilted her head up, rising on tiptoe, her nose nearly brushing Jiang Huaining’s palm.

Jiang Huaining’s brows lifted slightly. Her finger slid across Yu Ruoyin’s delicate nose tip.

It tickled, faintly cool.

Yet the hand around her wrist was burning hot, chasing away the lingering chill.

Entranced, Yu Ruoyin leaned forward again, pressing her nose into Jiang Huaining’s fingertip, trying to savor its warmth.

For a moment, Jiang Huaining looked stunned—then she smiled. “A-Yin—”

Her soft tone, drawn out, brimming with affection.

Yu Ruoyin thought… maybe she wasn’t unlucky after all. Maybe her good fortune had finally begun.

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