Chapter 22: This Seat's Master, to be Angry

When Chu Wanning heard this, he was so angry that he could not stop the willow vine and smack the Chen couple. But he could not open his eyes and curse, once he did, the illusion of return to the truth would disappear immediately, and the return to the truth boundary could only lock the same ghost once.

So he had to hold back his anger and listen to Luo Xianxian.

After death, her soul enters hell first, muddled and unconscious.

The only impression she has is of a woman dressed in red and green, with eyebrows resembling the ghostly priestesses worshipped in temples, who stood in front of her and asked her in a soft voice: "You and Chen Bohuan, who could not share a bed in life, will you share a cave in death".

She agreed hastily, "I do I do."

"Then let him come and keep you company immediately, will you?"

Luo Xianxian almost blurted out, and was about to say yes, but then suddenly remembered something and froze: "Am I dead?"

"Yes. I am the Ghost Master of Hell, I can give you a good fate and fulfill your long-cherished wish."

Luo Xianxian was bewildered: "So if he comes to stay with me, will he die too?"

"Yes. But if there is love in heaven, death and life are small, it's just one eye, what difference does it make"

When Chu Wanning heard this, he said in his heart, "It is true that this ghost master will induce others to make a wish for their lives.

Although Luo Xianxian had died unjustly, he had not turned into a fierce ghost at this time, so he waved his head repeatedly: "No, you can't kill him, it's not his fault."

As an immortal, it is fine to induce people to make bad wishes, but it is not fine to force them to do so.

"Return to your soul in seven days, and when you return to the yang world on your first seven days, go and see the Chen family scene for yourself; after that I will come back to you and ask you again to see if you, as always, have no regrets."

Seven days later, the day of the return of the soul arrives.

Luo Xianxian's soul returns to divine consciousness and returns to the yang world.

She drifted down the old road to Chen House with a sense of urgency to see her husband one last time.

The house was decorated with lights, and the courtyard was ablaze. The bridal bouquet was all over the flower room, and the word "happiness" was posted in front of the hall. Mrs. Chen was glowing, not even looking sick, and was smiling as she instructed the servants to tie the flowers and put red silk on the bridal bouquet.

Who's having a wedding?

Who wants to pay the bride and groom

Who was the one who made three matches and six engagements?

Who is it

She weaves in and out of the busy crowds, listening to the sound of sunny people.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Chen, your son is engaged to the daughter of the Yao Magistrate's family. When will the wedding be held?"

"Madam Chan is truly blessed."

"Yao Qianjin is indeed Chen family's lucky star, you just got engaged and you are already looking much better."

"Your son and Yao Qianjin are a match made in heaven, so enviable, hahahaha."

Your son, your son

Which Lang is it?

Who is going to marry the daughter of the Yao family?

She frantically moved more and more through the familiar front and back of the hall, searching for the figure she knew so well amidst the laughter and noise.

Then she found it.

In the back room, in front of the peony bush, Chen Bohuan stands with his arms folded, his face haggard and his cheeks deeply sunken. Yet he is dressed in red, not in an auspicious suit, but in the Butterfly Town custom of wearing red butterfly makeup when a prospective son-in-law comes to the house to propose marriage.

He's going to propose marriage

The bride price, the gold, the silver and the pearls, were all from Chen Bohuan, her husband, the bride price for Ms. Jin of the Yao family

Suddenly she remembered the time when they were married.

Everything is lacking, except two people and a heart, nothing.

There was no master of ceremonies, no bridesmaids, no bride price. Chen family was not rich enough to have a decent set of jewellery, so he went to the courtyard and picked a delicate orange blossom under an orange tree that they had planted together, and carefully pinned it to her hair.

She asked him, "Does it look good?"

He said it looked good, was silent for a moment, stroked her hair a little sadly, and told her, "It's just aggravating."

Luo Xianxian smiled and pursed his lips, saying that it did not matter.

Chen Bohuan told her that when he married her in three years' time, he would have to throw a lavish wedding banquet, invite people from all over the world, welcome her in a palanquin, dress her in gold and silver, and fill the entire flower hall with bride price.

The vows of the day are still ringing in our ears, but now the moon is in full bloom and the house is full of friends.

The one he was to marry was replaced by someone else.

Luo Xianxian shouted through the house, tearing at the red silk and brocade.

But she was a ghost, and she hadn't touched anything.

Chen Bohuan, vaguely aware of something, looks back at the windless gauze, his eyes blank and vacant.

Her little sister came over, a white jade hairpin pinned to her bun, not knowing for whom she was secretly wearing her mourning.

She said, "Big brother. Go to the kitchen and eat something, you haven't had a proper meal for days. Later on, you have to rush to the magistrate's house to propose a marriage. Your body won't be able to carry you like this."

Chen Bohuan suddenly asked, without thinking, "Little sister. Do you hear someone crying?"

"What no, brother, I think you are too" she gritted her teeth, but did not continue. Chen Bohuan was still staring at the place where the veil was flying.

"How is your mother at the moment? Is she happy and well?"

"Big brother."

"It is good that she is well." Chen Bohuan stood frozen for a moment, muttering, "I already don't have Fibril, I can't be without my mother again."

"Brother, go and eat."

Luo Xianxian cried, shouted and wailed, clutching his head.

Don't you don't go you don't go

Chen Bohuan said, "Good."

A tired figure, disappearing around the corner.

Luo Xianxian stood dumbfounded and alone, transparent tears rolling down her face in large globs. The second brother was whispering to the youngest brother, the brothers of the Chen family who had killed her.

"Mother is happy this time, alas, at last a stone has fallen to the ground."

"Isn't it true that after pretending to be sick for most of the year, she at least forced that mourner out. Can she not be happy?"

The youngest brother tsked twice and suddenly added, "How did she die? We dared her to go out and didn't think of killing her, so how could we be so stupid and not know to find someone to help"

"Who knows, thin-skinned, I guess, just like her sour father. We can't be blamed for her death, although Mother pretended to be sick to earn her, but our family has its own hardships. Think about it, the county magistrate's daughter and a poor girl, a fool would choose her. Besides, if we offend Yao Qianjin, there will be enough for us to drink."

"And yes, she's stupid herself, she doesn't want to live, she wants to freeze to death, and no one can save her."

These words drifted into the ears.

After his death, Luo Xianxian finally realised that the so-called "Lone Star of Heaven" was only because he was too poor and humble to be compared to the magistrate's daughter, who was so honoured.

Only a fool would choose a poor girl.

Finally madness.

With a heart full of resentment and a belly full of hatred, she returned to the temple of the Master of Ceremonies.

She died there and she returned there, dying soft and helpless and returning with resentment.

She had been such a kind person, yet here and now she hissed with all the hatred of her life and the evil that had never been released from her humanity, her eyes red and her soul trembling.

She said, "Luo Xianxian, I wish to give up my soul and fall into the path of the evil spirits, but I beg you, Your Majesty, to avenge my death. I hate... I hate..."

The eyes of the clay figure on the shrine droop and the corners of its mouth slowly lift.

An empty, silent voice echoed through the temple.

"Take your faith, as you wish, and now you will be a devil and kill all the haters."

A blinding flash of blood-red light, and what happened after that, Luo Xianxian, can no longer be remembered.

However, it is clear to Chu Wanning that the ghost master will then manipulate Luo Xianxian to take on the form of Madam Chen and kill the Chen family one by one.

The red coffin on the hilltop was dug up because the ghost master had fulfilled Luo Xianxian's long-cherished wish that Chen Bohuan would be buried with me. The coffin was placed on the site of Chen Bohuan and his new wife's house, as a most vicious curse and revenge.

The fragrance of the flowers in Chen Bohuan's coffin is the scent of the powdered butterfly incense that Luo Xianxian carried with him before he died. The aura of resentment and the fragrance in the coffin are both extremely strong, precisely because Luo Xianxian's spirit was sleeping with Chen Bohuan inside.

Luo Xianxian had no family, and it was customary for the bones of such a person to be cremated rather than buried, so she had no physical body and could only take on a form in the coffin of a ghost master. When Chu Wanning cracked open the coffin with a vine whip, Luo Xianxian lost her coffin and her spirit flew apart, making it difficult for her to reunite for the time being. This is why the coffin was not opened, but when it was opened, the spirit was not so strong.

But why was Chen Bohuan surrounded by a papier-mâché bride when everyone else in the vision had a dead body as their mate?

Chu Wanning, after a little thought, thought this section through.

The Ghost Master would not break his promise that the paper bride would be a 'body', or a vehicle, for Luo Xianxian, who could only be buried with Chen Bohuan.

Everything has been made clear.

Chu Wanning looked at the soft, helpless girl in the vision and tried to say something, but no words came out.

The elder Yu Heng was too stupid to speak with a perpetual hard mouth, so he was silent for half a day and still said nothing.

The young girl stood in the vast darkness, her soft, round eyes open.

Chu Wanning looked into her eyes and suddenly became very intolerant, wanting to leave, not wanting to look at her one more time. He was about to open his eyes and leave this return to the true boundary.

The young girl suddenly spoke.

"Brother Yanluo. I, I have something else I want to tell you."

Chu Wanning: "Hmm."

The young girl suddenly lowered her head, covered her eyes and cried as she said softly, " Brother Yanluo, I don't know what I have done since then. But I really didn't want to kill my husband. I didn't want to be a stern ghost. I really"

"I didn't steal the oranges, I really am Chen Lang's wife, and in this life, I really, really didn't want to harm anyone either."

"I'm really not trying to hurt anyone, please, believe me."

The voice is choked and shaky, fractured.

"I'm not lying."

I'm not lying.

Why is it that in this life, almost no one has ever believed me.

She sobbed and wailed, and Chu Wanning's voice was low in the darkness. He didn't say much, but there was no hesitation.

"Hmm."

Luo Xianxian the thin body shakes.

Chu Wanning said, "I believe in you."

Luo Xianxian haphazardly wiped her tears with her hands, but could not resist, and finally, hiding her tear-streaked face, lowered her head and gave a deep salute into the darkness, where she could not see.

Chu Wanning reopens his eyes.

He opened his eyes and did not speak for a long time.

The time in the boundary is not the same as in reality, he has been inside for a long time, but for those outside it is only a moment, Mo Ran has not yet returned and the few living people of the Chen family are still looking at him with bated breath.

Chu Wanning suddenly withdrew his willow vine and said to Mrs Old Chen, "I'll call for you, you sleep."

Mrs. Old Chen's bloodshot eyes froze open and she suddenly fell to the ground with a flop, unconscious.

Chu Wanning lifted his head again, his gaze sweeping over the face of Chen Jianwei before landing on Missy, his voice unruffled and still cold.

"I'll ask one last time." His mouth touched slowly, word for word, "Did you, seriously, not hear who that voice was"