Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

The moment I walked over, I saw a flash of light. Hong Haibin's body was dragged up by Mu Feng and it instantly became much lighter.

Taoist Su came to the outside of the room. Old Master Hong did not follow us. Hong Haibin also remained in the room. I followed him downstairs and asked him what we should do now.

Taoist Su said that he would take me up the mountain. There was a grave that had been dug for Hong Haibin by Old Master Hong. The coffin had already been placed inside and was waiting for Hong Haibin to enter.

I was a bit surprised, so I asked Daoist Su, "Won't father follow after father when his son is buried?" Moreover, Old Master Hong doesn't know that his son is already dead. What if we bury Hong Haibin right now?

However, Daoist Priest Su didn't reply to me. Instead, he changed the topic of the conversation and suddenly said loudly, "Old Master Hong, this humble one will follow this disciple to bury Young Master's corpse."

After pausing for a few seconds, an "En" sound came from within the room. The sound was heavy and it felt strange.

Just as I reached the stairs, I saw Hong Haibin also coming out of the house. He was very fast, he rushed in front of me and replaced me. Together with Mu Feng, he helped Taoist Su carry his own corpse.

Dao Elder Su gave me a heavy nod. I whispered, "The matters have already been settled. You guys hurry up and go. There won't be any problems on my side."

"We'll be right back." Mu Feng looked at me worriedly, and I replied softly. Daoist Master Su and the rest walked a few steps forward, but didn't seem to be able to relax me. He turned around and stuffed a piece of talisman paper into my hands, telling me that if I were in danger, I should directly put this talisman paper in my mouth.

I silently accepted the talisman paper. The speed of Taoist Su and the rest were extremely fast. With the help of two ghosts supporting them from the front and back, Taoist Su was able to save a lot of energy.

I stood at the stairs on the second floor and watched as they walked out of the living room, then I looked down at the first floor. There was not a single sound coming from the huge house, and the servants below had already eaten my seasoned dinner.

I turned in the opposite direction. At the end of the corridor, on the right, was the room directly above my own, the room of Su-jun.

For some reason, even though Old Master Hong and Shujun were husband and wife, they slept separately.

My footsteps were light. I passed the room we had just come from and saw that it was dimly lit, but the moonlight that came in was bright. There was a person lying on the bed by the window, looking old and sleeping soundly.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone as I walked. I looked at the time.

The room at the end of the corridor was tightly shut, so much so that I couldn't hear anything from within. However, I was very clear that a big commotion was about to break out.

I held my breath. In the blink of an eye, I was already at the door of the room. Before the hand that was knocking on the door fell, the door was pulled open by someone from the inside.

Shujun and I looked at each other. Shock flashed across her eyes, and I was even more flustered.

Lady Ren?" "The astonishment in Shujun's eyes had disappeared, and she still maintained her usual flirtatious and charming smile. However, this beauty was only a beautiful snake with a vicious heart.

I steadied my mind and gently waved my hand towards her. The soul-stirring fragrance wafted out from the pink silk handkerchief in my hand. "This, I've already washed it clean. I'll return it to you."

When Shujun saw the silk handkerchief, she clearly frowned, and her expression became very uneasy.

"Hey, what am I supposed to be? It's just a silk handkerchief, I'll just treat it as a gift from elder sister." Shujun lowered her head and smoothed her hair, covering her flustered expression with her hands.

I chuckled, "The Black Mandara Flowers powder on top of this is not something that an ordinary person can use. I think it would be better to return it to its original owner."

I took Shujun's hand and put the handkerchief back in hers.

She hesitated for a moment. When she raised her head, her face was solemn. "You know about it?"

I pretended to be relaxed as I said, "Although I don't understand spices, I have an expert familiar with this area. It's just that this madora flower powder is really rare, so he didn't immediately identify it. Otherwise, I would have returned this silk handkerchief to you a long time ago."

She tilted her head upwards, and took a deep breath. Her face had a 30% smile, and she viciously glared at me as she said, "Even so, it's already too late. You've already drawn my son's soul. It's useless to say anything now."

I glanced at her belly, which had grown several times larger in just two days than when I had first seen her, and now looked like a woman who was seven or eight months pregnant.

Although there was a baby, it was lifeless inside her bulging belly. This was a stillborn baby, but now, her belly had a fluctuation of spirit energy.

"If you say so, then admit it." I smiled at her.

The previous sentence was only half true. I indeed didn't use spices, and Mu Feng was indeed an expert in this field. According to him, when he was alive, his family investigated the other generations to find out more about spices.

Therefore, Mu Feng could tell that the pink silk handkerchief that Shujun had given me was sprinkled with Mandala flower powder. Mandala flower can confuse a person's mind, make them anesthetize others, and if it was supplemented with other materials, it would damage their mental state, weaken their willpower, making them easy to be controlled by others.

Susu did not answer, but I continued to say, "It's just that you know better than anyone whether the child in your stomach is your son or not."

Before I could finish my sentence, Sue's expression suddenly changed drastically. Her two hands fiercely grabbed onto the doorframe on both sides of the door as she slightly bent her waist and hysterically shouted at me, "You're lying! He is my son! "

Looking at her appearance, I actually felt a sense of pity and coldly replied, "Don't lie to yourself anymore. Your son is already dead, and the one you are carrying is a ghost baby! You helped the Ghost Infant harm someone and harmed your own merits. It was you yourself who killed your son! "

Ah!" Shujun screamed miserably as her legs went weak and she fell onto the ground close to the door frame. I looked down at her from above.

Her face was deathly pale and beads of sweat appeared on her fair and plump forehead. She couldn't stop clutching her stomach, causing her to roll on the ground in pain. I sighed. Time was up.

This is when I finished the ghost soul painting last night. In order to catch up to this moment, when I was drawing Hong Haibin's soul, I was too late, but fortunately, I made it in time.

"What …" What was going on? "It hurts!" Shujun was lying on the ground, looking at me with a ferocious expression, begging for help.

I stepped closer to her and looked at her belly, which was covered with a thick layer of black smoke.