Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

The footsteps were hurried and, judging from the direction of the sound, seemed to be heading for my room.

"Wenwen? Wenwen? Are you asleep? "

The voice was Dad's, so I couldn't call out, so I didn't reply for a long time.

"Bang, bang, bang ~ ~ ~"

Dad knocked on the door very hard. Seeing that I didn't open the door and was just about to enter, Mu Feng disappeared in an instant.

When Dad came in, he saw me lying on the bed, exhausted.

Dad asked me why I had to shout so many times but I didn't have the strength to speak anymore. Dad asked me what was wrong. I said that I had just had a nightmare and was scared awake.

"I thought you weren't asleep. Your Uncle Wu told you to go out for a while. He said he had something important to tell you."

I was helped out of the room by my father, and the first thing I saw was Wu San sitting solemnly on the sofa.

I asked Third Uncle what he wanted to talk to me about at such a late hour, but Third Uncle suddenly glared at me fiercely and asked if I had brought anything that I shouldn't have brought in.

I was stunned and quickly shook my head. "Ren Wen, don't lie to me. Your life is in your own hands. If you don't care about it, then other people can't do anything about it."

I thought to myself, 'Didn't Third Uncle Wu not see Mu Feng? Why did it suddenly seem like I had brought someone else in?

Third Uncle Wu didn't wait for me to reply before entering my room. I placed the letter in for a stroll and left in the end. I think that it was because Mu Feng didn't have any grievances on his body that Third Uncle didn't find anything.

At first, I thought that everything was fine, but when I wasn't paying attention, Wu San immediately grabbed my hand and started sniffing around.

"Why does your body have the aura of a man?"

I was stunned.

"No …." "Nope."

"Old Ren, I can't control this daughter of yours. Just watch and see for yourself."

After saying that, Uncle Wu left my house for some reason. I asked Dad what was going on, and he said that when I was sleeping in my room, Uncle Wu felt a trace of Yin energy coming out of my room.

With a heavy and complicated mood, I went back to my room to sleep. Dad didn't say anything because he felt there was nothing wrong with our family.

This night was truly difficult to bear …

The next morning, I thought that my life would be as good as new from then on, but after breakfast, the neighbor next door, Old Wang, came to inform my father that Uncle Wang's son had drowned and wanted me to be ready to draw his son's soul.

When I first heard this news, I was extremely unwilling. Although the profession of soul painting was passed down to my generation, after everything that had happened, I really wanted to take a good rest.

But my father persuaded me to accept it, because Uncle Wang from next door was kind to our family and had a good relationship with us. His son died by drowning, so the soul painting didn't have much to do with it and wouldn't have any problems.

Seeing that my father was so determined to let me go, I didn't have the heart to refuse, so after two days I packed up a little and went to the Wang family to draw my soul.

Before I left the house, I heard someone calling to me from behind. When I turned around, it was Mu Feng. I don't want to see him right now, so I walked very fast and soon arrived at the Wang family.

The Wang family members surrounded the courtyard enthusiastically. Counting today's burial day, Uncle Wang told my father before that he would be buried, but he told his father that he wanted Wang Dazhi's soul to remain in the Wang family forever.

Uncle Wang had two sons, the eldest was covered in meat and had no strategy, so he couldn't inherit Uncle Wang's medicine shop business in the county. Only the youngest son was considered smart, but he accidentally fell into the water and died, I don't know why, but when I found out about it, I had an ominous feeling that Wang Da Zhi's death was not that simple, so I stood in the courtyard of the Wang family for a long time to find out more news.

Wang Dabin was the elder brother of Wang Dazhi and the eldest son of Uncle Wang. He was dressed in mourning attire as he stood at the entrance, mournfully greeting all the guests.

I exchanged a glance with him. He looked at me suspiciously for a while, so I introduced myself and said that I was his father's Soul Painter. Wang Dabin nodded and continued to greet the others at the entrance.

"Oh wow, Wenwen is here. It's been so long since we last met. You've grown up already?" Uncle Wang and my father had a very good relationship since childhood, and when our family was in a difficult situation, Uncle Wang had helped my father before, so my father was very grateful to him.

Ever since I graduated from university, I stayed at home to practice my soul painting. Occasionally, I would go out to pick up the tickets, and Uncle Wang and his family only moved to the county after Uncle Wang's rise in status.

On the surface, I played along with Uncle Wang and asked him if he could let me have a look at his body.

Uncle Wang said that of course he could, and he was even willing to name Wang Dabin's name and tell him to take me there.

Actually, when I was very young, my parents mentioned that Uncle Wang wanted us to marry each other. However, as time went by, I gradually forgot about it.

I followed Wang Dabin all the way to their woodshed. It turned out that the coffin in the yard was not the real Wang Da Zhi's corpse, but rather the real body that was placed in the woodshed.

I walked in and saw Wang Dazhi sleeping inside the woodshed because there was a small coffin inside. I looked at him and my face shrunk. He didn't look any different from a normal corpse.

"Have you calculated the time? If you calculate it well, when will I start to draw my soul? "

I asked Wang Dabin. Wang Dabin shook his head and said he didn't know and had no choice but to ask his father.

After having lunch at his house and waiting for the mourners to leave, Uncle Wang had time to explain to me his hour.

"When it's time to start, you may begin."

Uncle Wang meant that we could start painting the soul at three in the afternoon. I nodded and slightly organized my toolbox, and at half past two, Wang Dabin suddenly asked me to come to his room. He said that he had something important to give me, so I didn't think too much and headed for his room.

"Plop —"

Something dropped behind me, and I looked back at nothing. He then continued on his way. Not long after, he saw a silhouette in the distance that looked quite similar to Liu Chen.

"Liu..." "Liu Chen?"

My heart tightened and a few beads of sweat instantly flowed down my forehead.

When that figure turned around and I looked carefully, I realized it was Mu Feng. Why did he follow me all the way?

"What are you doing here?" I asked him snappily.

"I should be asking you that." Mu Feng replied.

I suddenly got angry. I'm not his person, so what does he care? Besides, I'm also working!