Blood Jade Chimera (3)

't understand the different factions. They just seek psychological comfort.""You can't just randomly ask for help. If you were to recite 'May Bodhisattvas protect us' in front of an Immortal, wouldn't..."...Joe... Little Joe..."

A low, gruff male voice echoed in my ear.

The blood-red ghost face on my dad's back was becoming clearer and clearer.

The pattern wasn't static, it moved with my dad's actions, those copper-bell like four eyes locked onto me.

Those blood-red lips also wore a sinister smile...

"Joe... Little Joe..." Whose voice was that Was it calling me

"Xiao Qiao!" I felt a hard thump on my shoulder.

I, a spark, returned to consciousness in an instant.

My brother glared at me and said, "You're daydreaming even while standing! What are you looking at Go cook dinner, I'll scratch my dad's back."

"Stop! Stop! Dad has on his back—"

I stared intently, and the ghastly face vanished silently, as did the low, raspy voice.

"What's wrong You think there are lice, hahaha" My brother walked over laughing.

He and my dad both know some Taoist spells, there's no reason they shouldn't be able to see them, right

When I was watching the pot of soup, my mind wandered far away.

What's up with my house lately

That hideous demon of a husband suddenly showed up at my door, forcing me to do unspeakable things every night until I fainted. He even wants me to get pregnant.

My dad and my brother are both experienced drivers, but they suddenly got injured and came back. Plus, my dad now has a weird face on his back...

My brother suddenly walked up behind me, "Danggui Astragalus Chicken" He lifted the lid and smiled, asking me, "Are you deficient in kidney qi Do you need to nourish yin and replenish the kidneys, as well as tonify both qi and blood"

I kept my head down and didn't dare to answer. I have three more nights, and right now I'm swollen and sore, with a backache and numb legs. I don't even know if the soup will help.

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As midnight neared, I sat on my bed, nervously biting my fingers. My father's menacing face kept flashing before my eyes. When that hideous ghost husband suddenly appeared in front of me, I was so terrified my whole body shook!

Yes, that's the mask. But the one on the ugly ghost is black, my dad's is red!

Since the ogre had already said a lot today, he was now performing his “routine” in silence.

I knew his purpose, and I was prepared to grit my teeth and accept it. But when he came in, that icy coldness and the pain, so harsh and piercing, still made me tremble with tension.

He was agitated, and my reaction only escalated his rage.

The words had been said, and all that remained in the room was the sound of wood being glued together.

My body was overwhelmed, pain making my eyes well up with tears. I even wished he'd make me bleed again, just to have the blood act as lubrication.

Well, he only did it once tonight.

Should he be getting tired of it I inwardly rejoiced that my body hadn't given in. As long as he couldn't feel comfortable, he should get bored quickly enough.

When he got out of bed, I quickly blurted out, "Hey... um... ugly monster..."

"Who are you!" His suppressed anger flared up instantly.

I was startled, but I wouldn't admit defeat: "I don't know your name. Who told you to wear that hideous mask"

"Since you don't know my name, you can call me husband. I permit it." His voice was brimming with superiority.

Of course, there's a sense of superiority when facing an offering.

"Can I change that I don't want to call you my husband." After realizing I was just a tool for him, the fear in my heart lessened considerably.

He pondered for a moment, then said coldly: "My name is Jiang Qiyun."

"Jiang... Qi Yun..." I whispered, the name sounded pleasant, so unlike his crude actions.

"I want to ask, the mask on your face, is there...a blood red hue"

He suddenly lowered his hands that he had been clutching to his chest and asked in a low voice, "Where did you see it"

"I saw it on my dad's back, it gave me a weird smile and then disappeared, but my dad and my brother didn't see it... My dad went to deal with something tricky a few days ago, and after he came back he was always sickly. He's never been hurt this badly before."

I was talking to myself, oblivious to the veins on Jiang Qiyun's back that were starting to bulge.

"Alright," he said. "I'll take a look tomorrow when I have time. Now, just shut your mouth and go to sleep."

He was still standing by my bed, how could I possibly fall asleep under his gaze

He didn't disappear immediately tonight, instead he sat on the edge of my bed facing away from me.

Is he not planning to leave

I stayed awake for a while, until I was drowsy, but he remained unmoving, sitting there without leaving.

One identical red ghost face, what does it have to do with him

》》》

I had a rare good night's sleep.

On my way home from school, I saw my dad closing the shop door. Hesitantly, I asked him, "Dad, are you okay"

My dad looked at me suspiciously: "What could possibly be on my back I'm just scratching an itch."

I didn't say it in detail, I was afraid my dad would get nervous. Since I was little, people in the family have told me: the scariest ghosts are the red ones that smile. Those kinds are often evil spirits.

But my house has many genuine talismans, and my father is also a man of Tao. How could there be a ghost face attached to his back

"Xia Qiao, come here, Dad wants to show you something." My dad said with a mysterious smile.

He probably hadn't slept well for days, just like me, with red eyes.

He moved a dark red wooden box onto the coffee table, muttering to himself: "Someone came to ship something today. I thought this thing would suit you, so I kept it for you. Would you like to try it on"

Does it fit

My dad took out a set of red, old wedding clothes from the box. The clothes were hand-embroidered and looked beautiful, but they were too old, with a pungent smell of dust.

I'm not pleased: "What am I supposed to do with this Are you trying to hurry me into marrying that creep because you think I died too slowly"

My dad smiled and said, "Of course not, you can wear this when you get married."

Marriage I would never get married in my life.

I feel something's off with my dad. He usually tells me to stay away from this kind of stuff, because Mom died early and he's very careful about keeping me out of his business. So why is he now pushing me to try on this outfit that clearly looks like something from the underworld

I firmly refused. My dad's face gradually turned cold, and suddenly I heard a voice: "If you don't want to toast, you'll have to drink as punishment!"

I was taken aback and reflexively looked at my dad.

My dad had bloodshot eyes and was staring at me with a sullen expression.

In that moment, an alarm bell went off in my mind. This wasn't my dad!

"Dad! Dad! What's wrong with you... Brother! Brother!" I jumped up in fright and shouted.

But my dad didn't answer me, and my brother went out again. I was all alone at home.

“Xiao Qiao… Qiao… Xiao Qiao… my wife…” That hoarse voice rang out in my ear again.

I looked at my father in horror as his mouth opened and closed, the blood-red color spreading throughout his whites.

He clutched the wedding suit, crossing the tea table towards me —ith you again""I'll deal with you later." He looked at me.I stuck out my tongue. With so many people around this week, and some even sneaking glances at him, I doubt he'd dare "deal with" me here, rig...