Zhao Wenrong is not stupid, how dare he take off the fly whisk hanging at the door.
"Ying Niang, I am blind, but I really don't want to die. How about I come to you again in forty years?"
"Hey!" Yingniang scolded angrily, "It's been less than forty years since my death, but you are very good at calculating. You have lived happily for forty years, and you want me to stay a widow for forty years?"
Zhao Wenrong said hurriedly, "If Ying Niang wants to continue, I will never stop her!"
Lu Zheng was almost laughing on the side, but it was not the critical moment yet, so Lu Zheng happily continued to look.
Ying Niang's expression suddenly became gloomy, and Zhao Wenrong was shocked when she saw it.
"Back then, I was attracted by someone else's love, hanged myself to death, and turned into a ghost. I thought that you would not be liked by practitioners either. The two of us are naturally a match made in heaven.
I am kind enough to comfort you, and even put my body on your side, and you promise to be with me forever.
Now that one month has passed, as long as we stay together for two more months and complete the hundred-day period, you will also be able to turn into a ghost and stay with me."
Zhao Wenrong hid in the room, shivering.
Yingniang paused and said sternly, "You actually regretted it!"
Zhao Wenrong wanted to cry but had no tears.
That day, Yingniang suddenly appeared and expressed her concern for him. Zhao Wenrong told all the conflicts between himself and Lu Zheng, and was comforted for a while.
At that time, Zhao Wenrong only thought that this young lady was gentle, kind, considerate, and had a youthful, gorgeous and delicate appearance, so he made good things happen with her that night.
For more than a month now, Zhao Wenrong and her have been having sex every night, happily and comfortably. Gradually, she feels light and clear.
At first, Zhao Wenrong thought it was because he had a clear mind and a good health regimen. However, when he met a wandering Taoist priest at night, he learned that he was haunted by ghosts and was about to leave his soul and turn into a ghost.
At that time, Zhao Wenrong didn't believe the other party's nonsense at all and scolded him angrily. In the end, the other party was not angry. He just said that he had been deeply affected by ghosts, and then handed him the fly whisk and let him hang it at the door.
If nothing happened overnight, just throw away the fly whisk. If something unexpected happens, you can go to Tonglai Inn to find him tomorrow.
Although Zhao Wenrong believed in Yingniang, he still couldn't help but have doubts in his heart and hung the whisk on the wall outside the door. As a result, as soon as Yingniang approached, there was a sharp roar.
Zhao Wenrong:〣(oΔo)〣
The fly whisk broke Ying Niang's spell, and Zhao Wenrong found more and more things wrong with Ying Niang in his mind.
Why did he never go next door, why did he never talk about her to his servants, why did he never doubt her?
Now that he is awake, how can Zhao Wenrong still dare to take off his whisk?
"You capture my soul and influence me, so of course whatever I say is up to you!" Zhao Wenrong defended hurriedly.
Yingniang said angrily, "I only prevented you from doubting my ghost identity, so that I didn't affect your relationship with me!"
Zhao Wenrong, "..."
He was speechless, but still hid in the room and refused to come out.
Yingniang stared at the fly whisk above the door, her eyes becoming more and more dangerous.
"You and I have already sworn to each other. You said you were willing to be with me forever. I originally wanted you to slowly turn into a ghost without affecting your soul."
Yingniang looked at Zhao Wenrong with boundless love on her face, and said quietly, "Kill Zhao Lang directly. Zhao Lang's soul will be weak for a while, but please rest assured Zhao Lang, I will help you recover."
"What!?"
The next moment, Yingniang flew up and withstood the impact of the whisk's breath. Her figure became illusive for a moment, and then she knocked the whisk away and flew to an unknown place outside the hospital.
The whisk was lost, the aura dissipated, and Zhao Wenrong's room lost any protection.
Yingniang's breath was a little unsteady, and she looked at the stunned Zhao Wenrong at the door, with a gentle smile on her face.
"Zhao Lang, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt. You will be like me soon. When the time comes, we will live together and we will only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals."
"I...I...you...you..."
Zhao Wenrong fell to the ground, holding his hands on the ground and kept retreating, "No, don't come here!"
In front of him, Yingniang approached step by step, then raised her hand...
The next moment, Yingniang suddenly turned around and found that there was another person in the room.
"Who are you?"
Ying Niang's pupils shrank suddenly and she turned back to stare at Lu Zheng closely.
"Master Lu!"
Zhao Wenrong exclaimed, then rolled and crawled to Lu Zheng's feet, hid behind Lu Zheng, and grabbed Lu Zheng's trousers.
"Master Lu, save me!"
Lu Zheng stretched out his hand to lift his pants, "Let go, let go! What a shame!"
"Yes yes yes!"
Zhao Wenrong hurriedly let go, then hurriedly stood up and stretched out his head timidly, "Mr. Lu, help me!"
"Are you that Lu Zheng?" Yingniang narrowed her eyes, "You want to care about Zhao Lang and me?"
Lu Zheng shook his head, "Theoretically, I shouldn't be involved in your private affairs."
Ying Niang's expression softened, and Zhao Wenrong's figure stiffened.
"But isn't it going to cost someone a life?" Lu Zheng turned around and said, "If Zhao Wenrong is willing to die with you, I will never stop him."
Zhao Wenrong said hurriedly, "I don't want to, I don't want to!"
Just kidding, I am living a good life and I don’t want to die. What if I am saved by a righteous person soon? Isn’t it unfair?
"Master Lu, you will be my brother from now on. Please be merciful and save me!" Zhao Wenrong said tremblingly.
Yingniang narrowed her eyes and said, "You want to save him?"
Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Since he doesn't want to be a ghost with you, why do you have to force yourself, girl?"
Why don't you, miss, concentrate on your cultivation? No matter if you become a ghost or a human being, your life span will not be lost. If you can live together with Zhao Wenrong, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"
Zhao Wenrong nodded repeatedly.
But Yingniang disagreed, "You said it's easy, but when will we have to wait? I don't know if it can be done."
After a pause, Ying Niang looked at Lu Zheng, with a fierce light in her eyes, "I tried to comfort Zhao Lang that day not to cause trouble for you, just to make Zhao Lang feel alienated from the cultivators and not to find me and him.
relationship, do you really think I'm afraid of you?
How dare you, a mere outsider, really have the guts to meddle in other people's business? If you don't get out of the way, I will kill you too!"
Lu Zheng retreated tactically, "Kill me too?"
Yingniang's eyes flashed, "That Taoist priest is too confident. Zhao Lang, wait until I kill this man to avenge you, and then we can hide in the Netherworld for a while."
"Ah?" Zhao Wenrong was stunned.
The next moment, Yingniang's red dress was fluttering, her long black hair was windless, her eyes turned pure black, and the black energy billowed behind her, with a shocking momentum.
Zhao Wenrong's pupils dilated, almost desperate.
"Whoa!"
Yingniang dodged and was in front of Lu Zheng in an instant. She reached out and dug into Lu Zheng's chest, trying to dig out Lu Zheng's heart.
"cut!"
"puff!"
"Buzz!"
"Where do you get the confidence to think you can kill me casually?"