The Return of the Husband

finally returning to the source" no longer offered any further guidance.It's as if my memories have been erased, familiar scenes now gone.If the crumbling Witch King's Citadel weren't shrouded in laye...This word sounds somewhat profound, but in reality it's quite disgusting.

Zhao Xiaoru is quite open, she does those unsightly actions very naturally.

The old man shook the prayer wheel in his hand, its pallid color reminding me of human bones.

"His father had offered up all his wealth to the Bodhisattva, and finally even offered up his own daughter. What a devout believer he must be! He will surely be reborn in the blissful realm of Sukhavati..."

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoru suddenly let out that unrestrained roar again.

"Ahhhh...Master, please grant me Nirvana quickly—mmph mmph..."

I winked at my brother, who had secretly prepared the talisman paper long ago.

I took out the soul-suppressing talisman and stuck it on Zhao Xiaoru's forehead. Immediately, black smoke started to rise—sure enough, only at this time did the female ghost appear!

Zhao Xiaoru's whole body convulsed, the old man roared angrily: "Those who disrupt the ritual will be dismembered into eight pieces and their souls will be extracted to become slaves!"

Immediately, two evil masters rushed up to grab me. My brother picked up a stool and fought them.

Zhao Xiaoru rushed towards me, a red light suddenly surged—

She was blown back, and my brother and I stood back-to-back, protected by the red glow.

“What’s that…” The old man suddenly widened his sinister eyes and muttered to himself, “There’s actually a yin-yang fetus… There really is a yin-yang fetus in this world… Good heavens… If I could eat this baby, it would be better than hundreds of years of cultivation…”

What Is the red light a spirit protecting me

I always thought the ring Jiang Qiyun gave me was protecting me. Now that I think about it, the ring only started glowing red after the chimera gradually took shape. Every time I was attacked by evil spirits, the ring would protect me.

I raised my hand to caress my stomach, and in that moment I suddenly felt an indescribable sense of attachment and courage.

The old man chuckled evilly. “See those people in the refrigerators… Their bodies are food for the holy maiden, and their souls will be my slaves. You shall offer yourself to me as well!”

He raised the white prayer wheel in his hand, Zhao Xiaoru's whole body twitched and convulsed as if struck by electricity, falling to the ground. A naked female ghost emerged from her body.

This is the heretic nun, most of them met their fate by being tortured to death. Unexpectedly, there are also those who find pleasure in this.

But who was the soul-eating ghost that night That day, I saw with my own eyes a long-haired girl blankly staring, emerging from the body of a high school girl.

"That was a high school girl's soul being tormented... Her short hair was a wig, she was originally a long-haired woman... Afraid of being seen by acquaintances, she wore a short wig." The ghost kindly explained, "I have been cultivating for over two hundred years... How could I be so weak... Controlled by an ordinary sorcerer Only the Ghost King could control me."

The old man's shriveled chest suddenly heaved, one by one flesh packs appeared, those blood-red ghost faces emerged again.

Those pair of eyes stared straight at me, but didn't speak or move.

The old man touched his chest and said, "This Ghost King hasn't recovered its power... If I could eat what's in your belly... You Han land mages wouldn't be my opponents!"

As he spoke, he released a multitude of translucent ghosts from the white prayer wheel. Each one was vacant and dazed.

These are all the people who died here and had their souls extracted, aren't they

Hiss, hiss…

Two barely audible soft sounds echoed around me, but all that dissipated was the blue smoke. How strange Were the ghost messengers still unable to enter the barrier

In my heart, I desperately chanted the Bao Gao: "With a sincere mind, I take refuge... Great compassion, great mercy, great saint, great compassion..."

Hiss, hiss, hiss…

The blue smoke around me was growing denser, as if countless ghost messengers were desperately trying to break through the barrier set by this wicked sorcerer.

That sound gave me courage.

"You old fool, don't think the Mu family is easy to bully!" I glared at the old man, repeating my grandfather's words: "You demons and heretics, your end will be terrible—"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the entire house shook violently. Several sorcerers who were maintaining the barrier outside stumbled in, their heads covered in blood!

Those refined ghosts were vacant and lifeless, but icy cold. As they approached, my brother and I shivered from the cold. If it weren't for the red light protecting us, we'd be devoured to the bone!

"Bang!" A bullet flew in and made a hole in the wall.

Bullet

I turned back in astonishment. A tall, thin man in a black suit smiled at me and said, "Xiao Qiao, Yun Fan, it's been two years! You two little rascals have gotten bolder!"

My brother was so excited he almost jumped up and shouted, "Uncle! You're here just in time! Damn! I have company at home! Damn bald old bastard, if you have any guts, don't run!"

The uncle held a gun in one hand and pinched a finger seal with the other, yelling, "Break!"

The scene before my eyes swayed violently once more.

Hiss, hiss—

This time the sound didn't turn into blue smoke. I saw two figures, one black and one white, roaring through the house!

Immediately, ear-piercing screams and the chilling sounds of gunfire filled the air.

The black and white Grim Reapers ruthlessly restrained those raging Soul Devourers. My uncle's police force burst in, subduing the naked sorcerers.

The scene was too chaotic, I was afraid of being hurt, so I kept shrinking into the corner, covering my head with one hand and instinctively protecting my stomach with the other.

Until my back hit a chillingly cold chest...

My whole body trembled, I looked up, and Jiang Qiyun frowned deeply, his deep eyes filled with complex expressions.

I've never seen him like this, the helplessness and guilt in his eyes are hard to conceal, even the coldest mask can't hide it.

In that instant, my reason was overwhelmed by foolish emotions. I grabbed his wrist and blurted out, "Qiyun, the baby is still there, it's just a miscarriage... I, I took prenatal medicine, don't be angry... I didn't intentionally take risks, I—"

I don't even know what I'm saying, I just inexplicably cried out of frustration.

Later, I thought about this feeling and could only smile bitterly—it turned out that people can really be tamed.

I closed my mouth, tears streaming down my face.

There was a barely perceptible pain in his eyes, I thought he valued this child as much as I did.

"...Don't be afraid, it's alright." His cold voice rang in my ear.

This is how many times he's told me "don't be afraid"

I foolishly thought back to the night of my sixteenth birthday, when he also said those very words in my ear.

Bai Wuchang drifted over, handing the male ghost he was clutching to the Ghost Official. He smiled, curling his blood-red lips into a grin and flashing me a smile—messenger led the way while reminding us, “Mount Xian forbids trespassing. Please remember not to move around at will, especially not to cross the first level and go back, as those areas are forbidden...