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psticks waiting to eat, the old man brought over a huge bowl of vegetarian noodles, which surprised me."Miss, you two share this, would you like another bowl"Want to shareI looked at the old man with...She squeezed out a smile at me, her already pale face reflecting the cold light of the elevator, looking extremely awkward.

“I, I’m scared… After all, Qi Ge’s wife died a terrible death… I heard she dressed like a ghost and reeked of corpse rot, so ghosts mistook her for one of their own. That’s why I’ve been dressing like this these days.” she explained.

The elevator doors closed slowly, and the stairwell fell back into darkness. Only two candles, the kind that charge with electricity, placed at Lao Qi's doorstep, emitted a dim red glow.

"We, we should go in quickly... you, how did you come alone Aren't you afraid" asked Little Three.

I'm afraid of... Compared to ghosts, I fear humans more.

Ghosts can always be dealt with, and besides, I have a powerful figure from the underworld by my side.

As soon as we turned around, the sound of a metal door came from the end of the corridor behind us. Looking back, we saw that a small window had opened on the willow-pattern security door.

The old man who had yelled at us before roared again, his eyebrows furrowed: "You little brats, get home right now! Don't cause a ruckus here, do you want to die"

His voice was very deep and powerful, with a strong aura that sent shivers down my spine.

Looking back, we saw the old man angrily smashing against the security window.

Jiang Qiyun narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Who is this old man"

"...a master," I said softly.

He let out a cold snort: “Indeed, he is a master. He carries a heavy aura of killing intent.”

Killing intent

I swallowed nervously. Could this old man be a criminal

It's unlikely. Although he has a very bad temper, his sharp eyes, imposing presence, and thunderous voice that seems to emanate from the depths of his being make him seem more like an authority figure than a criminal.

The ancestral methods of facial analysis have some merit.

As the saying goes, "one's face reflects one's heart." Although a person's facial features may not entirely determine their life's fortune, they can to some extent reflect their personality.

If someone is a criminal, they usually act guilty, with evasive and shifty eyes. They will try to avoid eye contact. They are often described as having "rat-like eyes," "fox-like eyes," or "eyes that gleam with malice."

This old geezer yelled at us twice, both times with a powerful aura that could dispel darkness. So I secretly thought of him as a "master."

Little San pointed at the open security door and the heavy wooden door. "Qi Ge is an artist, he doesn't understand these funeral rites at all. It was me who went around inquiring and searching online to come up with this kind of funeral arrangement... You see, have I done it wrong"

I looked at the two charging incense candle lamps and gave a perfunctory nod. "I guess so," I said. "I don't know if ghosts eat electricity."

"What is meant by 'the smell of incense,' is the smell of incense and candles. Now that technology has advanced, it's been replaced with charging... I wonder if the underworld enjoys electricity."

"And here, you see, I put a bowl of water. I read that people say putting water at the doorstep symbolizes cleansing from disaster." she explained.

Actually, these customs vary from place to place, and she doesn't know how many options she found online.

"Releasing water without releasing grains won't have much effect. Why don't you put some grains in a bowl and place it together" I kindly reminded her.

"Five grains We don't have any five grains at home. Let me look for them..." she said as she walked into the house.

At home

I raised an eyebrow secretly, entering so quickly and making themselves at home

This young woman looks to be in her early twenties. She probably got mixed up with Lao Qi's wife because she was too playful, and the two of them had a relationship for a while.

But she was obviously just playing for thrills, not out of genuine same-sex love.

And she even hooked up with Lao Qi, that weak and spineless little white face, making the mistress so furious that she did something stupid.

This family is really dramatic and weird.

Lao Qi's wife jumped to her death, and this young mistress felt both frightened and happy.

Terror gripped her because she truly believed in the possibility of vengeful spirits. The gruesome manner in which the previous mistress had died left an indelible mark on her psyche.

As for being happy, needless to say, the hostess's suicide gave her a huge advantage.

There's no need to get a divorce or split assets. Otherwise, with Lao Qi's cowardly personality, he'd probably end up leaving with nothing.

At this time, the third little girl unexpectedly gained a husband and tens of millions of assets. She probably couldn't even afford a bathroom in this house if she worked her whole life. Suddenly feeling relieved to have escaped that secret relationship and becoming a wealthy person overnight, there was no way to hide the joy bubbling in her heart.

So the hostess was more enthusiastic and active about the funeral than anyone else.

I watched coldly as she went into the kitchen, pulling Jiang Qiyun through the door.

Jiang Qiyun turned his head and glanced at the darkness in the hallway. He smiled and said, "There are windows here, and the city outside is full of lights, but it's pitch black inside..."

He was reminding me, I nodded and said: "It's normal... This couple inside, whoever sees them would be tempted. If it wasn't for wanting to set things right and save Shao Yihang's face, I wouldn't want to get involved."

Jiang Qiyun chuckled lightly, pinching my cheek: "Are you starting to have a bit of personality As the wife of the Underworld God, balancing yin and yang is one of your responsibilities."

"One of them Do you mean there are still many responsibilities"

"What do you think Serving your husband, bearing children, managing the household, taking charge of the seal... there are plenty of options," he chuckled lightly, raising his hand to tap my shoulders and forehead three times.

I was taken aback and stepped back slightly, asking, "What is this"

"You've been feeling quite cold and gloomy these past two days. We need to add some clarity to your life force, lest you get infected by the dark, ghostly energies...And if you're trying to conceive, you need to take extra good care of yourself." He curled his lips into a wicked smile.

This guy... I gritted my teeth secretly, so he knew!

It stands to reason that someone who is in such close physical proximity to their partner every day would be intimately familiar with their body.

I... I had my period these past two days.

I secretly asked my grandmother, some people have their period two or three months after giving birth, while others have it six months later. Most of this is because as the baby eats less breast milk, the body gradually recovers to its pre-pregnancy cycle.

Jiang Qiyun has been especially attentive to me these past two days, and he hasn't made any suggestive moves or said anything about me taking the initiative... He must know about this.

"Blushing while exorcising ghosts and guiding spirits, be careful not to get the incantation wrong!" he chuckled at me.

"It's not you yet! With you here, even ghosts wouldn't dare come!" I rubbed my face, trying my best to keep a straight expression.

His words always carried venom, love confessions both subtle and explicit. Even in casual conversation, he was alluring yet warm, leaving me on an emotional rollercoaster.

"Well, I think so too... Be careful, I'll be right back."

Where to

"...To change into a new body, without the connection of the Chimera Dragon, I cannot manifest a physical form. My aura is too strong, some things dare not approach." He said as he turned and disappeared.

That little girl ran in from the kitchen and said apologetically, "That...Master, it's been a long time since anyone cooked here, there's only some white rice, I couldn't gather all five grains, what should we do—"aonie looked at me innocently, dropping the bird from her mouth onto the ground. In a low voice, she said, "I wanted to show you how beautiful this bird's feathers are. Who knew that even walking down...