Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

According to common sense, if the time was wrong, even if I drew a soul, it would still show that the soul had failed. But when I drew a soul for the son of Su-jun, it showed that the soul had succeeded.

If the soul painting failed, the imperial edict would never be written.

Everything seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible for me to see or understand what was going on.

"Lady Ren."

I looked at the door and opened it.

"Miss Ren, this is a fruit bowl cut from the kitchen. I saw that you didn't eat much at dinner, so I specially brought it over for you." Shujun appeared at the door of my room with a plate of sliced fruit.

Just like before, I pretended that nothing had happened and invited her in with a smile.

The door closed and Shujun was dressed in a beige qipao. The best satin was sparkling under the light. The white hair and pink head of the magnolia flowers were embroidered on it, making Shujun's already fair face look even more tender.

She put down the plate and looked at me with soft eyes. Every frown and smile was like a weak and ignorant lady.

I sat down beside her and looked at her for a moment. Then I placed a toothpick on the plate and took a sip of watermelon.

"This was delivered up the mountain just today. We live on this mountain and normally eat less than living in the city. Miss Ren, are you still used to living here these past few days?" Shujun looked at me gently. I saw that her hand had changed to a yellow silk handkerchief. It matched her clothes.

I raised my eyebrows and said with a faint smile, "It's only been a short period of time, but how come Big Sister Shujun treated me so differently? She even started to say these kinds of polite words I just met."

The expression on her face changed, and I chuckled in my heart.

She held the handkerchief in both hands and bit her lower lip, and when I saw her like this, I coughed and leaned over to her in a low voice and said, "How is your son now? I drew his soul last night, so I was in a hurry, afraid that there might be something that wasn't right. I haven't had a chance to ask you about it all day. "

Shujun quickly waved her hand at me and told me that her son was very well. After I drew his soul, his soul had already stabilized, so he didn't need to worry about him anymore. He was worried that his son would lose his soul at any moment.

I leaned against the back of the chair, swinging my legs without caring about my image, and looked out the window at the sky.

I kept my head down, fiddling with my half-sharpened pencil, and when I looked up, I saw Shujun looking around with her eyes, as if she were searching for something.

I gave her a funny look. On my fingertip, wood chips and lead dust flew everywhere.

"What are you looking for?"

Shocked by my sudden inquiry, Shujun quickly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and shook her head.

"No, nothing."

I looked at the lead dust that was floating on her clothes. I quickly put the pencil and blade aside and used a tissue to wipe it off. "Sorry, but I've dirty my clothes."

While wiping, my hand accidentally touched the belly of Shujun, and a trace of spiritual power fluctuated for a moment.

Even though it was very weak, it couldn't escape the feeling of my hands.

Shujun hurriedly stood up, her mouth saying that it was alright. My black hands brushed against her pale yellow qipao dress, immediately leaving five black finger marks.

I giggled as I looked at Shujun, pretending to be at a loss of what to do. "Sister Shujun, I'm really sorry. Look …" "Such a beautiful dress like yours was made into this by me …"

Her face turned pale and she took a deep breath. She stubbornly said that it was alright, but in the end, she quickly ran off to change her clothes.

I smiled as I stood at the entrance. I was still holding the half of the pencil in my hand. Listening to the string of words, I ran upstairs, laughing heartily.

Turning around, I saw a face at the right side of the window. It startled me and I took a deep breath before patting my chest.

I looked at Mu Feng's face, which had a complacent expression, as though I had succeeded in a prank. I glared at him hatefully before waving my fist at him.

I closed the door behind me and the wind came back through the window.

"Is everything done?" I looked at him. This guy really deserved a beating.

Mu Feng restrained the cynical smile on his face and told me that the person I wanted him to look for, no, the ghost, has already been found.

I patted his head in satisfaction. Mu Feng smiled at me and said, "What about you? How are things going on here? "

I smiled gleefully as I picked up the pink silk handkerchief that was placed on the table. I placed it under my nose and took two deep breaths. I didn't expect that there would be such a spice used in this kind of place.

She had gone back to change since I had stained her dress, but then she did not come back to see me. She did not even appear until nearly eleven o'clock.

At this moment, I was called up by Daoist Priest Su and went up to the second floor.

In the room, a person and a soul stood by a bed.

The person lying on the bed looked exactly the same as the soul standing by the bed.

I was holding a pen and paper and a folder, and there was a chair by the bed.

Old Master Hong waved me over to take a seat.

As I approached, Hong Haibin also gave me a friendly smile. I felt a little uneasy. Hong Haibin, who was lying on the bed, was no different from the dead people lying in transparent coffins in the funeral parlor.

"He's dead." A cold voice that carried a few strands of chilly wind came from behind me.

I cleared my throat and coughed in response.

After sitting down, he set up the tall picture folder and took the opportunity to put the drawing paper in it. He secretly glanced at Hong Haibin and he obediently returned to his dead body.

Old Master Hong stood at the side and narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he looked to be in high spirits, the faintly discernible smell of alcohol on his body was still a little suffocating.

I didn't dare to delay any longer. Besides, both the soul and corpse were here and I drew the soul very quickly. After 20 minutes, one of the soul figures was finished and I handed it to Master Hong.

Old Master Hong nodded his head in satisfaction. He smiled and said, "With this Soul Statue of mine, I can stop his son from hiding in the Guan Yin Image forever."

As he spoke, Old Master Hong opened the bedside table and took out the jade sculpture he had mentioned, Guan Yin.

That jade sculpture was over ten centimeters tall, and its entire body was snow-white. It was made from high quality and Tian Yu material. I blinked my eyes and saw that the surroundings of the Guanyin jade sculpture was covered with a faint golden color.

In order to give Hong Haibin a place to live, he must have specially found such a jade Guanyin, and brought it to the temple to offer incense to a tall monk for support. In the end, he was able to exchange it for a layer of golden buddhist light to protect him.