bookrandom Chapter 167 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 18
Chapter 167 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 18
The incense and candles went out inexplicably, but the fake Taoist priest remained unperturbed, reasoning that it was normal for it to be windy outside. Without even a moment's hesitation, he quickly stepped forward to light more incense.
The flames leaped up again, but he said nonchalantly, "A little wind is normal, don't make a fuss. Remember to transfer the extra fee to my card. Have a nice day, Miss."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bright candlelight that had been burning just moments before went out instantly, without even the strange, eerie wind. The fake Taoist priest finally hesitated, then silently relit it.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, it went out again, as if mocking their incompetence. This time, he was truly terrified; nothing so eerie had ever happened before.
He started to back out.
Ni Qing looked at him curiously, seemingly unaware of what was wrong: "What's wrong, Daoist Master? It went out again."
The fake Taoist priest gave an awkward laugh: "There's really no need to light this incense or not, let's just leave it at that. I have other things to do, I'll be going now."
This time, ignoring her repeated attempts to stop him, he left in a hurry, almost as if he were fleeing in disarray.
Ni Qing stood silently in place, watching his departing figure with a faint gaze.
This place is quite remote, far from the city center. Because we're performing a ritual here, we can't be disturbed. There are also many alleyways, so it's easy to get lost.
The Taoist priest knew the area by heart; he could find his way out with his eyes closed. But now he was at a loss, unable to find his way out of the alleyway that used to be so easy.
He gritted his teeth, his legs trembling.
He should have asked that woman to send him a car, since he had gone through so much trouble this time.
Whether it was the lingering effects of the alcohol or a bit of shock, he inexplicably continued to wander into the alley.
He finally found the exit and was overjoyed. Just as he was about to rush out, he suddenly saw a woman in white standing at the alley entrance.
The other person had their back to him, so he couldn't see their face. They had long, black, shiny hair that reached their waist, and stood there motionless, looking rather eerie.
He froze in fright; wasn't this just a silhouette from behind that you only see in ghost movies? Although he was a scoundrel, he had never actually seen a ghost before.
He kept reassuring himself that it was all an illusion, but his steps became increasingly difficult. Whether it was an illusion or not, no matter how long he walked, the distance between him and the other person remained unchanged, still the same distance.
He refused to believe it and strode over there.
The distance remained unchanged; the other party was like a shadow, showing no intention of turning around to attack.
He simply gave up and stood there, resigned to his fate.
The woman in white seemed to sense something, and tilted her head slightly. Her long, thick black hair still obscured her facial features.
He was panting, and then paused for a moment.
Was he seeing things?
It feels like we're closer now.
As it turned out, he wasn't mistaken. He had been working himself to the bone and hadn't been able to get close, but now that he was standing still, the distance between them was starting to shrink. He realized that he had really encountered a ghost.
He opened his eyes wide and finally realized how the other person had gotten there.
She remained silent with her back to him, her steps stiff as she retreated step by step, her heels five centimeters off the ground.
The other party floated over.
Realizing this, he was so frightened that he knelt down with a thud, tears and snot streaming down his face: "Sister, spare me! Sister, spare me! I have no grudge against you, please don't harm me—"
His voice became hoarse as he repeatedly kowtowed, hoping the other party would let him go.
The fake Taoist priest kept his eyes closed, kept kowtowing, and muttered incantations.
It was very quiet around him. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes.
His hands were on the ground, maintaining the posture of kowtowing, and in front of his hands appeared a pair of small red feet.
He abruptly looked up. The female ghost was pale and ashen, her features contorted, blood streaming from her seven orifices, her eyes hollow, devoid of eyeballs. Meeting his gaze, she grinned maniacally.
"Ahhhh-"
A scream came from the alley, then silence.
Not far from the female ghost, Qin Boyue leaned against the wall with an air of nonchalance, coldly observing the scene.
The female ghost slowly turned her head, her dark eyes locking onto Qin Boyue. This woman had also been swindled out of money by this fake Taoist priest in her previous life; she had been possessed by a seductive ghost and had been tricked out of all her wealth.
In the end, he was tormented to death by vengeful ghosts.
Resentment and hatred prevented her from being reincarnated. She could only grit her teeth and watch as this person continued to live a carefree life, deceiving other employers, but she was powerless to stop him.
If it weren't for this young man's help, she would probably have remained in the world for hundreds of years.
Now that her inner conflict has been resolved, she has no regrets. She silently bowed to Qin Boyue, realizing she had committed a grave mistake: as a spirit, she could not participate in the life and death of the living.
The vengeful spirits that had killed people in the past were all dragged away by the Black and White Impermanence. The resentment in her heart was too heavy; even if her soul were to be scattered, she would drag him down to hell with her.
She couldn't understand why God always seemed to favor the wicked.
After a while, the two men, Black and White Impermanence, wearing tall hats, walked over step by step. When they passed the young man, they paused imperceptibly, and then continued walking towards the woman.
The black scimitar rose, gleaming coldly, and pierced her soul.
Qin Boyue glanced at the corpse on the ground, then disappeared into the darkness.
The vengeful spirits he had not yet fully absorbed floated freely around him, attempting to bewitch his mind.
"Qin Boyue, there is someone special in your heart. Why should a vengeful ghost make things difficult for another vengeful ghost? As long as you kill her, you can have her for all eternity. If you let me go, I can help you."
"Yes, that's how we do it in the ghost circle."
The young man walked leisurely, his body passing through various objects, his expression unchanged: "Possession is secondary, my greatest wish is simply for her to die."
The vengeful spirit paused for a moment: "You clearly like her. What if she dies and her resentment isn't strong enough to turn her into a vengeful ghost, but instead she's reincarnated directly? Don't you care?"
"Can you bear to see her disappear forever?"
This time, Qin Boyue didn't speak, but the curve of his lips tightened slightly.
To disappear forever? Then let her die filled with resentment.
What she cares about most? That scoundrel Song Ziyu, and money.
If she loses both of these things, what reason does she have not to become a vengeful ghost?
The young man, who had been somewhat displeased, instantly calmed down, and his goal suddenly became clear. The first thing to do was to remove that thorn in his side.
He thought about it casually.
The next morning, someone discovered the fake Taoist priest's body. His death was gruesome, and the news spread widely online, even making headlines.
Ni Qing sat on the sofa, seemingly unconcerned, casually eating a grape, not overly surprised. Cause and effect, the cycle of karma—it was all a karmic entanglement.
Her entire storyline has come to an end; now all she needs to do is quietly wait for death.