Full of doubts

, with her legs wide open. One of the men asked: "Who's passing by and can take her to the hospital She seems to have been raped."I don't understand this word, what does "脫" meanNow my consciousness i...Actually, a fish-shaped lock is not hard to understand. It's simply a lock with a fish-shaped key and mechanism.

But why use fish, I don't know the reason.

"The key hangs with the fish, the fish's shadow rests in the deep source, eyes unopened throughout the night. Like a fish getting water, it wards off evil and brings peace to the house." Mu Wanchen rested his head on his arm, the other hand holding me close.

Foreheads touching, breaths mingling.

He never seems to put me down, literally. He loves to hold me up to eye level with him, or even sit me on his arm so I'm a little bit higher than him.

Listening to his deep and soothing voice, I felt very hypnotized.

Like a story being told, his voice flowed softly, seeping into my dreams little by little.

Legend has it that there were wizards who relied on sorcery, they sought out all kinds of new graves and solitary tombs.

Amoung the masses struggling with war, poverty, ignorance, and despair, he moved as a "medicine man," healing those afflicted by hunger, grievous wounds, or severe illnesses through his dubious practices.

In fact, most of these rely on sorcery to prop up those who should have died. They keep their seven souls temporarily from departing their bodies and, through the use of witchcraft and evil incantations, create an illusion of revival, making them seem as if they've been reborn.

After some time, it would be practically impossible to recover. However, these "shamans" had gained the trust of people and they would proactively offer to "absolve" those who had died, allowing them to pass on to the afterlife.

Actually, it's all about using dark magic to refine souls.

"The wood comes from the earth but is nourished by sunlight and moonlight. It is used to carve human forms, allowing these souls to inhabit them rather than wander as restless spirits... By using dark magic to treat their corpses, we ensure these souls are eternally grateful."

Many people believe they were sent to evil sorcerers by their parents and relatives, so they carry heavy resentment. The Dragon King has been ruling the deep mountains and old forests for years. The places he inhabits are all socially unstable, impoverished, and plagued by war. It wouldn't be difficult to collect so many children's corpses and souls.

I listened vaguely, but my mind was still filled with doubts. I couldn't help but hum and nudge him, which made him chuckle softly: "What else do you want to know Do you want me to tell you how to refine corpses and souls"

"... I can understand most of what those little devils are saying... Has he been doing bad things in the country secretly for a long time" I asked with my eyes closed.

"No, although I am within the legal system, I also know that the current world is not a chaotic one. He being able to establish himself abroad suggests he has found descendants of Hua Xia outside." Mu Wanchen frowned slightly.

Our foreheads touched, and I could feel the furrow in his brow. I reached up to touch his face, and he smiled and asked, "Little princess, why are you not willing to sleep"

"There are little ghosts both inside and outside the house..."

Mu Xiaqiao is next door. Although she's a body that attracts ghosts, the master is here too, what are you afraid of It's almost dawn, if you want to hear a story, just wait until you wake up and I'll tell you. Go to sleep first, be good.

My God.

I feel like I'm melting in a bubblegum cloud.

I never expected him to be so good to his wife, he's patient and never complains or blames her.

Even if I asked him ten thousand whys, he would still tell me in a soft, story-like voice.

I wanted to listen, and he would speak. He urged me to sleep several times but never spoke harshly to me.

Let me drown in his arms, it's so sweet.

Maybe people in love are just mindless lazy pigs.

I don't know how long I slept for, only waking up groggily when I heard someone speaking.

Mu Wanchen hugs me to sleep, I'm almost used to it—I don't recognize beds anymore, I guess I'll be recognizing hugs in the future.

This small apartment is called a luxury suite, but in reality, it's just an extra room resembling a tea room on the left hand side as you enter. The TV is mounted on the wall in the tea room.

I heard Shi Niang Mu Xiaoqiao's voice coming from there: "For things like this kind of damage to good fortune, the Dragon King has been doing this for so long without any problems. It's nothing more than transferring the little ghosts out. The little ghosts have new masters, and the backlash effect is also on the masters. Those celebrities who had accidents, families broke down, or reputations were ruined in the gossip news, they were all backlashed."

"And being backlashed by the little ghosts, they usually just want to invite new, more powerful little ghosts to suppress them, falling into a vicious cycle. In the end, they lose both money and fortune. If they're lucky, the little ghost will be taken away by the Dragon King, but if they're unlucky, the little ghost can kill the master... The Dragon King has probably been in this business for a long time."

"...The strange thing is, Xiao Yinluo is visiting for the first time. Why does he have vengeful spirits hating him"

Mu Wanchen pondered for a moment, then said: "Actually, there's one thing I've always been confused about..."

"What's up"

"Do you still remember when the Ghost Princess invaded the temple and wanted to build a ghost city"

"Of course I remember! You even shot me, didn't you Almost scared me to death..." Mu Xia Qiao said with lingering fear.

"After that, I recuperated at your place and once went to see Xiao Yinluo." Mu Wanchen said leisurely.

What!

I burrowed deeper under the blankets, jolted awake. I stood on end, ears pricked, "listening in" on their conversation.

"Hmm..." Mu Xiaoqiao suddenly clapped her hands. "That's right! You disappeared suddenly when you were at my place! I was worried you'd gotten lost!"

At that time, I looked for Little Yin Luo. I left a mark on her, but when I saw her again, she didn't have it... I doubted if I had made a mistake, because Yin Luo had an identical twin sister, but she asked her sister, and her sister didn't remember anything at all, nor did she have any marks... Could there be a third Yin Luo in the world This time, when the little ghost saw Yin Luo talking, it made me even more suspicious... Perhaps there is an unseen 'person' in the Yin family.

This…

After a long silence, Mu Xiaqiao murmured: "You... don't scare me, how can that sound so scary..."

I can't take it anymore, I threw off the covers and jumped down, running to the tea room door and saying, "There are only two of us sisters in our family, no other children! Besides, my elder sister never leaves the house. She is watched very closely by my eldest brother! What's more, my sister is even prettier than me, she has never been involved in these kinds of circles."

Mu Wanchen leaned against the wall, Mu Xiaoqiao sat on the sofa, both of them stared at me in surprise.

"Don't run barefoot even with carpets, and don't forget to put on your clothes..." Mu Wanchen frowned slightly, reached out and hugged me up, sitting on the sofa.

“Where could I possibly have time to worry about dressing” I frowned. “I’m puzzled by this too, but I checked my sister’s shoulders and there were no marks. My sister is meek and has no backbone. She's worse than me at handling family affairs and Taoist arts. She's also sickly and just goes back and forth between home and school. She even gets scolded for going out on her own, let alone traveling far away. She’s never been outside of town before.”

Mu Xia Qiao waved her hand at me and said: "Xiao Yin Luo, calm down. We're not suspecting your sister. See, we're just speculating whether there are people behind the scenes in the Yin family who know your whereabouts."

"Brother Jun, he knows everything about my family." I replied immediately. "But the little ghost won't mistake you for me, will he"

There was a phone on the table, which I thought belonged to the little junior wife. Suddenly, Yun Fan's voice rang out —phere was still, eerily quiet.Deep within lay an iron-barred prison, its gate heavy beyond compare. Above it hung a small barred window, and the gates themselves were festooned with countless charms a...