Zhao Wenrong wasn’t a fool, how could he dare take down the duster hanging at the door.
"Ying Niang, it’s my poor vision, but I really don’t want to die yet. How about I co look for you forty years later?"
"Bah!" Ying Niang shouted in anger, "I’m barely forty years dead, and you think you can play such a good ga of calculation, living a life of indulgence for forty years while expecting to wait as a widow?"
Zhao Wenrong hurriedly said, "If you need to move on, Ying Niang, I definitely won’t stand in your way!"
Lu Zheng almost burst out laughing on the side, but since it wasn’t a crisis yet, he enjoyed watching the scene play out.
Ying Niang’s expression suddenly darkened, sending a chill down Zhao Wenrong’s spine.
"In the past, I was abandoned and hung myself to death, turning into a ghost. I thought you were not favored by cultivators, so we’re naturally a match made in heaven.
I kindly comforted you, even gave you my body, and you promised to be with for eternity.
Now, just a month has passed, with only two months left to reach a hundred days, after which you could also transform into a ghost and we could be together forever."
Zhao Wenrong cowered in the room, trembling uncontrollably.
Ying Niang paused for a mont, then sharply said, "You actually want to go back on your word!"
Zhao Wenrong was beside himself with despair.
When Ying Niang appeared suddenly, expressing concern, Zhao Wenrong revealed the conflict between him and Lu Zheng, and received comforting advice from her.
At that ti, Zhao Wenrong felt Ying Niang was gentle, kind, and understanding, coupled with her youthful beauty, so that night they consummated their relationship.
Over the past month or so, Zhao Wenrong and her enjoyed nightly indulgences, feeling lighter and sharper in spirit.
Zhao Wenrong initially thought it was due to his clear heart spirit and wellness practices, but after encountering a wandering Daoist one evening, he learned that he was entangled with ghost qi and close to becoming a ghost himself.
At the ti, Zhao Wenrong didn’t believe the nonsense, angrily rebuking him. Yet the Daoist wasn’t offended, simply stating he was deeply influenced by a ghost and handing him a duster, advising him to hang it at the door.
If nothing happened overnight, he could discard the duster, but if sothing went awry, he should co to Tonglai Inn the next day.
Though Zhao Wenrong trusted Ying Niang, doubt lingered in his heart, so he hung the duster on the outer wall, and as Ying Niang approached, there was a sudden shriek.
Zhao Wenrong: 〣(ºΔº)〣
The duster broke Ying Niang’s spell, and Zhao Wenrong finally realized her increasing oddities.
Why had he never gone next door, why didn’t he ntion her to the servants, why did he never doubt her?
Now clear-minded, Zhao Wenrong dared not remove the duster.
"You stole my divine soul and influenced , of course my words followed your will!" Zhao Wenrong defended urgently.
Ying Niang angrily replied, "I only made you unaware of my ghostly form, without affecting our relationship!"
Zhao Wenrong, "..."
He had no words, yet he still hid inside the room, refusing to co out.
Ying Niang stared at the duster above the door, her gaze becoming increasingly dangerous.
"You and I have already sworn eternal love vows. You said you’d be with forever. I intended for you to slowly beco a ghost without affecting your divine soul."
Ying Niang looked at Zhao Wenrong, her face full of infinite affection, and softly said, "Killing Zhao Lang directly would weaken your divine soul temporarily, but please rest assured, I will help you recover."
"What!?"
The next mont, Ying Niang flew forward, braving the impact of the duster’s aura, her form slightly flickered, then she struck the duster, sending it flying out of the courtyard, disappearing sowhere unknown.
With the duster lost and its aura gone, Zhao Wenrong’s room had no protection left.
Ying Niang’s aura was slightly unstable. Looking at the stunned Zhao Wenrong by the door, a gentle smile appeared on her face.
"Zhao Lang, don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt, soon you’ll be just like , and then we’ll be together, envying only the lovebirds, not the immortals."
"I... I... You... you..."
Zhao Wenrong fell to the ground, supporting himself with his hands, retreating, "No, don’t co any closer!"
In front of him, Ying Niang approached step by step, raising her hand...
The next mont, Ying Niang abruptly turned around to find an additional person in the room.
"Who are you?"
Ying Niang’s pupils shrank as she turned back to stare intensely at Lu Zheng.
"Young Master Lu!"
Zhao Wenrong exclaid, then scrambled to Lu Zheng’s feet, hiding behind him, clutching Lu Zheng’s pant leg.
"Young Master Lu, save !
Lu Zheng reached down to adjust his pant leg, "Let go, let go! How improper!"
"Yes, yes!"
Zhao Wenrong let go hastily, then quickly got up, timidly poking his head out, "Young Master Lu, save !"
"You are that Lu Zheng?" Ying Niang narrowed her eyes, "Are you going to interfere between and Zhao Lang?"
Lu Zheng shook his head, "Theoretically, your private matters shouldn’t concern ."
Ying Niang’s expression eased, Zhao Wenrong’s body tensed.
"But this is a matter of life and death now." Lu Zheng continued, "If Zhao Wenrong is willing to die to be with you, I won’t stop him."
Zhao Wenrong quickly said, "I don’t want to, I don’t want to!"
Are you kidding, why would he want to die when he’s living well, what if he gets exorcised soon after, wouldn’t that be unjust?
"Young Master Lu, you will be like a brother to , please be rciful and save !" Zhao Wenrong said tremblingly.
Ying Niang narrowed her eyes, "You want to save him?"
Lu Zheng smiled, "Since he’s unwilling to be a ghost with you, why force him?
Why not focus on cultivation, and whenever you either achieve ghost immortality or beco human, without harming anyone’s longevity, then be with Zhao Wenrong. Wouldn’t that be the best of both worlds?"
Zhao Wenrong nodded repeatedly.
However, Ying Niang disagreed, "You say it so easily, but who knows if I’ll succeed, let alone when?"
Pausing, Ying Niang looked at Lu Zheng, a glint of ferocity in her eyes, "I advised Zhao Lang not to trouble you back then, just to distance him from cultivators and avoid exposing my relationship with him, surely, you don’t think I’m afraid of you?
Just an outer disciple, do you really dare to ddle? If you don’t move aside, I’ll kill you too!"
Lu Zheng leaned back tactically, "Kill too?"
Ying Niang’s eyes flickered, "It’s just that the Daoist was overconfident. Zhao Lang, let kill this person to avenge you, and we’ll hide in the Netherworld for a while, then see."
"Ah?" Zhao Wenrong stood dumbstruck.
The next mont, Ying Niang’s red dress fluttered, her black hair danced without wind, her eyes turned pitch black, and dark Qi rolled behind her, her aura shocking.
Zhao Wenrong’s pupils dilated, nearly losing hope.
"Swish!"
Ying Niang flickered, instantly appearing before Lu Zheng, reaching out to grab Lu Zheng’s chest, intending to excavate his heart.
"Slash!"
"Puff!"
"Buzz!"
"Where do you get the confidence to think you can easily kill ?"
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