Female Exorcist in Ming Dynasty

Fang Miaomiao took a deep breath, followed by a long exhale. The stench of blood had already disappeared without a trace.

She suppressed the doubts in her heart and faintly smiled: "Maybe I was wrong."

Lu Zhinan's beautiful eyebrows furrowed as he asked in concern, "Heavenly Master Fang, are you sure there aren't any problems?"

Fang Miaomiao pondered for a moment, then said: "Don't worry, it will be fine."

The group passed through the Moon's Passage Gate and headed towards the northeast corner of the courtyard. There was a small stone house built into a building, with a light shining inside. There were even servants guarding the place from all four sides.

Not long after, the stone house's door opened from the inside and a slightly hunchbacked old man slowly walked out. He was dressed in coarse clothes and had a walking stick in his hand. His hair was completely white and his face was thin.

When the surrounding servants saw him come out, they immediately bowed and greeted him, "Old Master."

ghost evil was startled, he realised that his mouth was bitter.

"He Hao."

There was no sigh in his voice, but it was instead filled with desolation.

He Hao walked very slowly, every step he took seemed to consume a lot of energy. Finally, he walked to the front of ghost evil and raised his head as if he had sensed something. His murky eyes were filled with exhaustion and vicissitudes of life.

ghost evil quietly stared at him, not missing a single expression on his face. He hoped to find some clues from it.

He Hao coughed severely, the sound of his walking stick hitting the ground reverberated through the night. One step two steps, slowly, He Hao finally brushed past the ghost evil.

ghost evil turned around and watched He Hao's back as he disappeared around the corner.

Qing Yuan slightly opened her mouth and exhaled a mouthful of mist. A few servants felt dizzy within the mist and fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Miaomiao said: "Let's go in and take a look."

The four of them walked into the stone house and saw two rows of oil lamps lit up inside. In front of the incense burner were two memorial tablets with offerings and incense stoves.

Lu Zhinan walked forward, looked at the tablet, and softly recited, "Wife Wu Xiufen. direct wife, Wang Yuzhi. "

When ghost evil heard this, his body suddenly trembled, and the only hint of blood on his lips was sucked dry.

Qing Yuan tilted her head and thought about it, then whispered into Fang Miaomiao's ears. "This direct wife of hers, Wang Yuzhi, should be the ghost evil, and that wife Wu Xiufen …"

Fang Miaomiao continued: "Presumably, she is He Hao's fiancee."

ghost evil's eyes seemed to be flashing with light. Her soul had been suppressed by the Soul Suppressing Curse ever since the seventh head appeared, so she didn't know what had happened afterwards.

What exactly was He Hao thinking in his heart?

If he hated her, why did he put her memorial tablet with the woman he loved? If he didn't hate her, why did he use the Soul Suppressing Curse on her and sink her into the ice-cold pond? Why did he set up the Soul Luring Extermination Formation in order to put the Wang family to death?

She didn't know, she couldn't figure it out.

Qing Yuan tugged on Lu Zhinan's sleeves, frowned, and asked, "Young Marquis, I don't understand a man's heart, what do you think?"

Lu Zhinan lowered his eyes and stayed silent for a long while. After a while, he finally spoke: "I think, he's just doing this for the sake of his peace of mind."

Lu Zhinan's words caused the ghost evil to suddenly awaken. Right, dozens of years had passed, and the world had changed. Why did she still have some expectations for him? They were hoping that he would regret it, hoping that he would wake up to reality.

He only did it for the sake of his own peace of mind.

How much he loved back then, and how much he hated now. As love and hatred intertwined, although he would not forgive, there would occasionally be a trace of yearning. Perhaps, this was the so called seven emotions of man.

The ghost evil stood there quietly, his blood-red eyes especially deep and cold under the light of the lanterns, as if the bright moon shining through the fluttering leaves, radiating a brilliant light.

Lu Zhinan sympathised with ghost evil very much in his heart, but at the same time, he understood why He Hao had so decisively made such a choice after losing his loved one. It was just that He Hao's methods were too despicable and insidious, and were despised by gentlemen.

"ghost evil, do you need my help?"

Not only was he in charge of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he was also a relative of the imperial family. He was well protected and trusted by the Emperor Yongle.

ghost evil looked at Lu Zhinan and felt warmth in his heart. Honest and hypocritical, she believed that he could still see through it.

She shook her head and said indifferently: "Young Marquis Lu, thank you. However, this is a grudge between He Hao and the Wang Family, and me.

Growing a melon, growing beans, everything has its cause and effect.

A person's life is poor and lifespan is limitless. They have to report their marriage fate, and all of it comes from karma.

After a pause, ghost evil said, "Let's go."

At this moment, she really put it down.

The two names engraved on the tablet were both victims of this dispute. If there really was retribution, then the Wang family had already paid the price.

This grudge in the world ends here.

As for He Hao, in the future, they would definitely have a chance to meet again in Yinsi Underworld.

July 15th, Zhongyuan Festival.

On this day, the gates to hell were opened, and all the ghosts in the Underworld were released. The people paid homage to their ancestors, went to their graves, lit their lamps, and illuminated the road home for the dead.

The night was slightly cold.

The houses on both sides of the street laid out wooden tables. On the tables were fruits and vegetables, dried meat, wine and other necessities. They were all made of tin foil that had been folded into spindles and burned along the street.

People held lanterns in their hands, gathering from all directions. The bits of flame finally merged into a huge, winding fire dragon. It was a truly spectacular sight.

In the center of the open plain was a large drum, and people were waiting in a circle.

An old man walked up and saw that he was wearing a dark green robe and had feathers on his head. He held a drumstick in his hand and raised his hand to beat the drum heavily.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the lantern went off.

Qingyuan held a stick of candied fruits in her hand, her mouth bulging like a squirrel's.

"The others are here to put out the lanterns, while Qingyuan is here to watch the show."

Lu Zhinan wore a long, snow-white silk garment with auspicious clouds rolling around its edges. His black hair was tied up in a jade crown with a smile on his face.

Qingyuan tried her best to swallow the food in her mouth and said, "These secular holidays have nothing to do with me. Of course, I can only watch the show."

Then, as if she had found some treasure, she exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, I like it best when I fry chestnuts."

Qingyuan turned around quickly, her figure flashed as she took a few steps forward.

The surging tide of people quickly separated Lu Zhinan from Qing Yuan. Lu Zhinan helplessly looked into the distance until her figure was engulfed by the crowd.

On the surface of the Qin Huai River, lanterns were rippling. Sometimes they were still, sometimes they fluctuated, and sometimes they were reflected in each other's eyes.

Lu Zhinan found a relatively secluded corner and sat on the stone steps. He took out the Fire Scythe and lit the candle in the lamp, then placed the lamp into the river. He raised his hand and gently stirred the river water, causing the lamp to float further and further away from him.

On the other side of the river, a young couple was holding a child. They were talking and laughing, and their faces were filled with a blissful smile.