Chapter 82 Raising ghosts is a disaster (3)

What does this person mean? I kindly saved you, and you still stare at me with this kind of gaze?

I tried my best to recall that I had never heard of Mr. Lin’s deeds before, let alone having any ceremonies or grudges with him.

Our house is a small shop. Although we are engaged in special industries, we have always been in a low-key manner and are always visiting repeat customers of acquaintances. It seems that we have never met a big customer named Lin, right?

On the way back, I asked my brother if he knew this person. My brother shook his head frequently: "Who knows if Mr. Lin is suffering from paranoia? I guess the environment around him is too harsh, and everyone looks like an enemy."

"The little ghost said that the black ghost was raised by someone, and it must have been here to take his life... We have offended people again after taking action?" I asked anxiously.

"Oh, whatever! Saving people is a merit, and bad people's affairs are karma. How can we think clearly about these things? Leave them to the senior civil servants in the underworld to calculate them for themselves... I don't believe that Jiang Qiyun will settle these accounts with you... He at least said in person that you are his wife, and his subordinates must treat you as their mistress. Who dares to settle accounts with you?" My brother curled his lips.

But I was always a little uneasy. Mr. Lin stared at me, afraid that he would cause trouble for my family. Even Boss Zhong, a black and white local snake, was so respectful to him. I don’t know how powerful his background is.

Jiang Qiyun didn't show up that night, and I couldn't sleep even toss and turns. I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he appeared.

"...why? If I don't come, you can't sleep?" He chuckled, as if he was very happy to see me tossing and turning.

His slender and vigorous fingers skillfully untied his top, I hugged in the quilt and looked at him, and whispered: "I'll burn something for you tomorrow, coats, pajamas, etc... Remember to check it out."

He used to be very rude to me, and he would hardly mess up his clothes when he loved him. It seemed to be just to accomplish something. Even if I was trembling under him without any slim lines, his clothes would not be messy.

But now it’s different. His “fun” always makes me wet the sheets, as if I’ve knocked over a water cup, so the fabric on me and him are getting less and less.

He chuckled and lay beside me and said lightly: "Last time, the ghost messenger went to Yinjingtian Palace with your burnt clothes. Bai Wuchang smiled for a long time."

It was rare that he would talk about something about the underworld, so I turned around and asked, "Is Yin Jingtian Palace where you live?"

"Well..." He responded lightly, closed his eyes and closed me.

I pointed my fingers and counted: "What are the Six Heavenly Palaces, Ten Kings Palaces, Three Officials, Nine Palaces, Twenty-Four Prisons and Seventy-Five Divisions...?"

"You are so interested, go shopping in the underworld in the future."

"I can only go when I die? I can't bear to leave my brother and my dad..." I muttered in a low voice.

Perhaps the 18-year-old man feels that thirty or forty years are very far away, let alone the seventy and eighty-year-old man is 80 until he dies.

It seems to be so far in the horizon.

However, I felt very close. I hugged a cold body every night, pressed against his chest without heartbeat, entangled with his lips and tongue, rubbed his skin, and even slept with his thighs.

The old lady was dirty and the old woman in the ghost market in Yinshan said that whether it is a man of the underworld or a wife, the living evil spirits will enter the body at a fever at a mild rate, and at a severe rate, it will damage the yang at a severe rate. It is simply a love life.

Only when death is the completion of the ceremony of the ghost marriage, people like me who are moths flying into the flames will not feel that it is terrible.

Like the great-grandfather, he was not worried at all about harming his body and yang, but he was worried that he would forget all the past after death. He was afraid that he would forget his wife, so he would rather violate many Yin rules than keep her.

"What are you thinking again?" Jiang Qiyun reached out and poked my forehead unhappily: "Your little head is not smart at first, so don't think about it in a mess... There are rules for birth, death, reincarnation, and it's useless for you to think about it."

"You are so embarrassed to talk about the rules... No wonder my brother said that it is very miserable to have no money in the underworld. Your corruption is so serious! He actually turned a blind eye to the people who raise ghosts." I complained.

Jiang Qiyun opened his eyes, pinched my chin and asked, "Where have you been studying and practicing again? No wonder he has taken a bath with the smell of mugwort leaves?"

I nodded and wanted to seriously discuss with him the issue of anti-corruption and integrity in the underworld.

"I saw a black ghost and called out the little ghost, but he said it was not their own. He said that it was someone who sacrificed his life and raised it. The underworld also turned a blind eye... Isn't soul extraction and refining souls prohibited? Why don't you care?"

Jiang Qiyun chuckled: "Some Taoist Techniques are carried out by raising ghosts. Generally, such people suffer from evil deeds and will naturally be punished after entering the underworld. If you contribute your life, reward the good and punish the evil officials are just used to make up for their longevity. What's wrong? Most of the people who raise ghosts are from the sidelines and will not have a good ending."

The monks who go to the wrong gate like to raise ghosts to drive them, and the people in the five ghost industry in the wrong gate also like to raise ghosts to increase their fortune. Although the results of life are often bad, people in these professions use their lives to exchange for fame and fortune.

"The person who raises ghosts behaves differently. If you encounter such a person, stay away." He said casually, closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against my shoulder.

I could almost judge his thoughts from his actions, and soon he pulled his nightgown off my shoulders and retreated to my elbow, leaving his mark on me wantonly.

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After class the next day, Song Wei and I walked out of the teaching building, four black suits surrounded us: "Miss Mu, we young master have something to talk to you, please move."

The other party's tone was not kind, and I didn't react for a while. They reached out to hold me and led me forward with a tough attitude.

"Wait, wait! Who are you?!" I struggled and stepped back.

Song Wei shouted to the black suit: "What do you want to do? I called the police!"

"Our young master invites you, please move." He is like a robot, repeating this sentence without emotion.

"Who are you young masters? How can you hire someone like this? You are called kidnapping!" Song Wei took out her cell phone to call the police.

Her wrist was immediately pinched, and she screamed in pain, and a bodyguard covered her mouth and pressed her in her arms.

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These black suits are cold and tough, and they seem to be fearless.

"Stop, stop! I'll go with you, don't hurt my friends!" I quickly stopped the other party from bullying Song Wei.

The leading black suit winked, and Song Wei was carried onto the back seat of a black sedan.

Now I can't do it if I don't go. I hesitate and asked, "Can I tell my family?"
Chapter completed!