in 1984, just over twenty. She was drowned.”No wonder Old Chen said the woman in his dream was soaking wet and kept crying out that she was hungry. How many men could resist a woman's seductive wetnes...Continue

My head is starting to smoke, I have to keep going

Every time I show even a hint of defiance or provocation, he crushes me with even greater force.

Now that I'm in a difficult situation, what should I do Should I secretly call my brother and ask him to come help me out

Jiang Qiyun saw me standing stiffly, reached out and lifted me onto the table, instantly raising my elevation, making his movements more convenient. He unceremoniously pulled down his shoulder strap...

" ... This is someone else's guest room, I'll go back... ouch..." I pushed him, and he bit me as if warning me.

"So what It's rare for you to take the initiative... You dodged so many times this period. Have you forgotten what a wife is supposed to do"

His actions were like someone who wouldn't give up until they achieved their goal, and he didn't even open his barrier. Was this intentional What if someone from the Lin family saw him through the door

"...Let's just go home and continue, okay" My voice was a little pathetic. His strength was simply beyond my match; my bones felt like straw in his grip.

Jiang Qiyun slightly frowned, probably thinking that it was really troublesome to be in the mortal world

"...Husband... please... don't do this here..." Out of desperation, she could only resort to her last trick.

Even if my acting is terrible, this move is still very useful, Jiang Qiyun hummed softly and pulled me into his arms.

"You're becoming increasingly disobedient, Mu Xia Qiao," he growled, roughly tormenting my lips.

Okay, okay, just as long as he spares us and doesn't start any more trouble, let him bite.

I let out a silent breath of relief and reached out to grab the back of his shirt: "…Si Tu Lin gave Miss Lin a bronze octagonal mirror. My brother touched it, and it's an antique."

"Mm." His hand squeezed mine with a punishing intensity, painful.

Suddenly, the voice of Lin's nanny came from outside the door: "Miss Mu, my young master asked me to ask if you need any help" She gently knocked twice on the door and then turned the doorknob.

I I I, I haven't put on my clothes yet!

Jiang Qiyun instantly transformed into a physical form, confining me in his arms, holding me tightly. All that remained visible was the ambiguous back view of one leg wrapped around his waist.

That aunt exclaimed, "Ah!" and hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry! This is—" She quickly exited the door.

I quickly pulled on my thin shirt and glared at Jiang Qiyun, just as I was trying to figure out how to explain myself, a muffled "glug" sound came from outside the door.

A sinister aura, laced with the stench of decay, instantly permeated the air.

I was just about to open the door when Jiang Qiyun grabbed me from behind and pushed me away.

His hand rested on the doorknob, a slight furrow in his brow as he murmured, "...Here comes."

"What What's coming" I quickly pressed against his back.

"Didn't she say she felt something moving in her room It must have been those things..." He gently turned the doorknob.

I think he opened the door out of consideration for me. Otherwise, he could have just floated out himself. I would still have to open the door and face the outside world myself.

At least he's there, shielding me, giving me time to process this.

As soon as the door opened, a wave of oppressive and fetid air, thick with the stench of decay, hit me. Lying sprawled on the floor just inside the doorway was Mrs. Lin, the family's housekeeper.

A pair of withered, gray hands were on her head, rummaging through and pulling at her hair.

From the door to Miss Lin's room next door, the floor, walls, and ceiling in the hallway had all turned a deep black.

It seemed like a swamp shrouded in mist, with hands, limbs, thighs, and even heads appearing and disappearing in the black fog, like bodies swallowed by the mire.

Today because we came over, the two bodyguards at Lin Yanqin's front door left and are now guarding under her window in the courtyard.

At this moment, the black swamp of corpses stretched all the way to Lin Yanqin's door. Her door was engulfed by the black swamp, leaving only the white door intact. It must be my brother who stuck talismans on the back of the door.

"My brother is still in the room!" I said anxiously.

This ground seems like a layer of black mist, would I fall into an abyss if I stepped on it

Jiang Qiyun reached out and pulled me along, walking to the door as if on flat ground. He told me to open the door, and as I did, I shouted: "Brother, please don't hit me! I'm in!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a golden money sword appeared before me!

Jiang Qiyun's eyes were bright, his hands quick. He lifted two fingers and flicked the sword aside, pushing me inside. "Stand in the direction of 'the leaky roof'," he said.

Leaky roof

He suddenly blurted out that word, and I was taken aback.

The bedroom now is just one room, even if it comes with a bathroom, it's still just one. It's completely different from the layout of houses in ancient times.

In ancient times, houses were very particular about their architectural orientation. Each direction of the house had a name.

The door of a house is called a "door," generally facing south is best. The window on the same wall as the door is called a "window," and the roof window (or chimney) is called a "skylight." These three are openings for entry, lighting, and ventilation.

The middle of a room was generally separated by curtains or screens. After entering through the doorway, one had to go around the screen before seeing the master's bed located under the window "yizhu." This bed was called "ao," the deepest place in a room. The word "ao" evolved from this concept.

The window facing south was directly opposite the wall that received the best light, which was the northwest corner of the house. It was called "leaking roof".

It sounds like a leaky house, a bit desolate. Actually, this location is the "white room of offering," a place for offerings to deities.

Jiang Qiyun wants us to stand in the position of a leaking roof, so that we can hide in the "cleanest" place.

It's a pity that nowadays, rooms are devoid of such intricate designs and there's no way to replicate them. Even if one builds their own villa, it's likely to be a European-style small manor house, lacking the traditional Chinese elements like gates, courtyards, halls, and chambers. Most of our ancestors' belongings have long been discarded.

The black corpse mire on the ground gradually spread inwards, from the door all the way to the window.

My brother carried Lin Yanqin off the bed and threw her onto the innermost part of the leaking roof. I squatted on the ground, supporting Lin Yanqin, while my brother shielded me, and Jiang Qiyun stood at the outermost edge, opening a barrier.

"Do you guys have paper figures" Jiang Qiyun asked.

My brother took out a paper talisman from his waist pouch. Jiang Qiyun, with his long fingers, folded it into a small figure in just a few moves. He handed it to me, asking me to take a drop of blood from Lin Yanqin's hand.

I'm also thinking about revenge. Stabbing her with a knife and taking a drop of blood wouldn't be too much, would it

Drops of crimson blood landed on the paper talisman. Jiang Qiyun pinched the formula and flicked it, causing the paper figurine to gently float onto the bed, taking Lin Yanqin's place.

In the black corpse mire outside the door, a white ghost began to emerge, hesitantly crawling out from the doorway, as if climbing up step by step from an underground staircase…he more powerful the ghost, the clearer its consciousness. This mistress has twice flinched at the slightest breeze and fled from before my eyes! She must be very accomplished—because she could quickl...