Raising Ghosts for Harm (3)

an event, I definitely have bragging rights.The Lin family's people are a bit more troublesome, most of their minds are like Lin Yanqin's aunt.The Mu family were, in their eyes, nothing but nouveau ri...What does this person mean I saved you, and this is how you look at me

I racked my brain, but I couldn't recall ever hearing of this Mr. Lin before. I certainly had no past dealings or grievances with him whatsoever.

Our family runs a small shop. Although we're in a special industry, we've always kept a low profile and operate discreetly. Most of our customers are regulars who know us well. I don't think we've ever had any dealings with Mr. Lin, have we

On the way back, I asked my brother if he knew this person. My brother shook his head repeatedly: "Who knows if Mr. Lin has paranoid delusions He probably thinks everyone is an enemy because his environment is too harsh."

The little ghost clerk said, "That black apparition was raised by someone. It's probably here to take his life...By interfering like this, haven't we made another enemy" I asked nervously.

"Oh, whatever! Saving people is a good deed, doing bad things is karma. How can we possibly figure these things out Leave it to the high-ranking officials in the underworld to settle. I don't believe Jiang Qiyun will hold this against you... He himself said that you are his wife and his subordinates have to treat you with respect as their mistress, who dares to hold a grudge against you" My brother scoffed.

But I was still uneasy inside. Master Lin kept staring at me, and I was afraid he would cause trouble for my family. Even Mr. Zhong, who could control both the black and white worlds here, treated him with such deference. I can only imagine how powerful his background must be.

That night, Jiang Qiyun didn't show up. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep until he finally appeared, and then I was able to relax a little.

“What I can’t sleep without me” He chuckled lightly, seeming happy to see me tossing and turning.

His slender, strong fingers skillfully unbuttoned his shirt. I huddled under the covers, watching him and whispered, “Tomorrow I’ll cook something for you, a coat, pajamas… you remember to check.”

He used to be very rough with me back then, and during intimacy, he would barely even mess up his clothes. It was as if he was just trying to get something done, like a task that had to be completed. Even if I trembled naked beneath him, his clothes remained perfectly in order.

But now things are different, his "pleasure" always makes me wet the bedsheets, like I've spilled a cup of water. So both he and the fabric on him are getting less and less.

He chuckled softly and lay beside me, saying in a languid tone: "Last time, the ghost messenger wore your burnt clothes to the Netherworld Palace, Bai Wu Chang laughed for a long time."

It's rare for him to talk about the underworld. I turned to ask, "Is Yinjing Tian Gong where you live"

"Hmm..." he responded faintly, closing his eyes and pulling me closer.

I tapped my fingers and counted: “What are all those six heavens palaces, ten king halls, three officials, nine departments, twenty-four hells, seventy-five bureaus...”

"You're so interested, why don't you go explore the Underworld yourself later"

"Can I only go if I'm dead I don't want to leave my brother and Dad…" I mumbled quietly.

Perhaps an eighteen-year-old feels that thirty or forty years old is very far away, let alone seventy or eighty until death.

As if it were so far away on the horizon.

However, I felt very close. Every night, I held an icy body in my arms, pressed against his chest that no longer beat, entwined with him lip to lip and skin to skin, even sleeping intertwined.

Both the old woman from the village and the hag from Yinshan Ghost Market said that whether it's a husband or wife in the afterlife, the yin energy of the living one enters the body. Light cases cause fever, severe cases damage yang, practically using life to make love.

Death is the only true completion of a marriage pact, for a love that finds its witness in death is nothing to fear, even for one like me who throws themselves into the flames.

This is a response to your request. Let me know if you have any other questions or tasks for me!

Just like the old patriarch, he wasn't worried about harming his body or essence. But he was afraid of forgetting everything after death. He feared losing memories of his wife, so he would rather break many taboos to keep her by his side.

"What are you thinking about again" Jiang Qiyun reached out and poked my forehead with displeasure, "You have a small head that's not bright to begin with. Think less about nonsense... Birth and death, reincarnation, and the underworld all have their own rules. It doesn't help to think about it."

"You have the audacity to talk about rules... No wonder my brother said it's terrible to be broke in the Underworld, you guys are so corrupt! You just turn a blind eye to those who raise ghosts." I complained.

Jiang Qiyun opened his eyes and pinched my chin, asking, "Where did you go to practice again That's why you smell of Aiye. Did you take a bath already"

I nodded, wanting to have a serious discussion with him about the anti-corruption efforts in the underworld.

"I saw a black shadow and called out to the little ghost, but he said it wasn't their responsibility. He said it was caused by someone sacrificing their yin virtue for yang longevity, and even Hell turned a blind eye... Doesn't drawing souls and refining them get prohibited How come you guys don't care"

Jiang Qiyun let out a light chuckle: "Some Taoist practices involve raising ghosts. People who engage in such practices usually harm their yin virtue, and after death, they will naturally face punishment in the underworld. Contributing lifespan to compensate for this is precisely what the gods responsible for rewarding good and punishing evil use to supplement life spans. What's wrong with that""Most people who raise ghosts are outsiders, and they won't have a good ending."

Those who practice esoteric magic often raise ghosts to serve them, and those in the five ghost professions of the occult also love raising minor spirits to boost their fortune. Although the results of life are often not good, these people exchange their lives for wealth and fame.

"People who raise ghosts behave strangely, if you meet someone like that, stay away." He said casually, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against my shoulder.

I could almost tell what he was thinking from his actions. Soon enough, he tugged the nightgown from my shoulders, pulling it down to my elbows, leaving his mark on me wantonly.

》》》

The day after school, Song Wei and I had just walked out of the teaching building when four men in black suits surrounded us. "Ms. Mu, our young master has something he wants to discuss with you. Please come with us," they said.

The other party’s tone was unfriendly, and I didn't react immediately. They reached out and grabbed me, forcefully pulling me forward.

"Wait, wait! Who are you!" I scrambled backwards, struggling to get away.

Song Wei shouted at the man in the black suit, "What do you want! I've called the police!"

"Our young master requests your presence, please move along." He repeated the phrase like a robot, devoid of any emotion.

"Who is your young master There's no way to treat people like this! This is kidnapping!" Song Wei took out her phone and was about to call the police.

Her wrist was immediately seized, the pain causing her to cry out. A bodyguard covered her mouth and pressed her against his chest.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!!" She struggled desperately.

These few men in black suits looked cold and hard, seemingly fearless.

"Stop, stop it! I'll go with you, just don't hurt my friend!" I quickly stepped in to stop them from bullying Song Wei.

The man in the black suit at the head gave a signal, and Song Wei was pulled into the back seat of a black car.

Now I can't just leave, I hesitated and asked, "Can I say something to my family"

"No need, our young master just wants to ask you a few questions, and then he'll send you home." covered my mouth.That was a huge, rolling head!This is the old woman's... soulWait a minute, none of the seven Soul-Calling Lamps have gone out!"She...she...she...is she dead" I was so scared my legs...