Chapter 26

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In the quiet courtyard, inside the dark room.

The extinguished candle suddenly lit up, causing Ning Wushuang, who was already uneasy, to sit up in alarm and turn his head to look.

He saw the candle on the table flickering, the blue flames making the room eerie and calm. Beside the desk, a red-clad figure sat, with long hair reaching her waist, a graceful figure, and faintly visible fair and smooth skin under the red clothes.

Although he had not seen her face, he could imagine that such a graceful figure must have a stunningly beautiful face.

If he had seen such a beautiful woman on a normal day, Ning Wushuang would have been entranced long ago. However, the situation was different now. Ning Wushuang swallowed hard, looked at the figure, and sternly shouted, "Who, who is there? Are you human or ghost?"

"Alas..." The figure sighed softly, slowly turned around, and said in a gentle tone, "Sir, don't be alarmed. I am a ghost, but I do not harm the innocent. Outside the house, there is an evil ghost who wants to take your life and absorb your yang energy. Sir, don't go out."

Seeing the face that turned around, Ning Wushuang kept telling himself that it was a ghost, but he couldn't help but be entranced.

A delicate and beautiful oval face, with willow-leaf eyebrows and a pair of pitiful eyes, as if filled with resentment or sorrow, making one feel pity. A delicate nose and cherry lips, with skin as smooth as jade. Such a beauty, like a celestial being descended from the heavens, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

Ning Wushuang regained his composure after a moment of being entranced. No matter how beautiful she was, she was still a ghost. Thinking of the beautiful face being just a skull, Ning Wushuang shuddered. Remembering what Ning Wuque had said, Ning Wushuang gathered his courage, looked at the woman, and asked clearly, "Since you are a ghost, why don't you go to the underworld? Why do you linger in the human world?"

The woman sighed softly, "Sir, don't ask. The evil ghost outside will rush in at the third hour of midnight. At that time, her power will be at its peak, and I am not a match for her. Only your two friends can subdue her."

Hearing the woman's words, Ning Wushuang thought for a moment. If this woman were an evil ghost, she wouldn't have let him wake up his two elder cousins. Her intentions didn't seem malicious. Could she really be a good ghost?

Thinking this, Ning Wushuang remained calm and looked at the woman, "It's not yet the third hour of midnight. Tell me your story first. My elder cousin is a demon, and he might already be awake and watching here."

Next door, Ning Wuque heard this and smiled bitterly. His cousin was indeed clever. If the woman were good, she would relax and tell her story. If she were bad, it would be a warning that a demon was already watching her, and she should run.

To think of such a plan in such a situation showed some intelligence.

The woman looked out the window and turned back, speaking in a gentle and soft voice.

"I am a courtesan named Xie Nian'nu. When the master took the state examination, he lingered in the pleasure quarters and fell in love with me. After he passed the examination, he ignored his family's opposition and took me as his concubine. I moved into the Zhang residence and lived here.

The master had two wives, the first wife surnamed Zhao and the second wife surnamed Li. They had a deep-seated grudge against each other. I knew my lowly origins and did not dare to compete for the master's affection with the two wives, so my life was relatively peaceful.

Until that night twenty years ago, I caught a cold and wanted to see a doctor. As I passed the ancestral hall, I heard some noise. Out of curiosity, I peeked through the window. What I saw made me lose my soul in fear.

It turned out that the first wife, Lady Zhao, had dismembered the second wife, Lady Li, in the ancestral hall and buried her remains there. Lady Zhao discovered me and threatened me to keep her secret. I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do. The next day, I learned that Lady Zhao had told the master that I had killed Lady Li and threatened her. In a fit of rage, the master ordered the servants to capture me. I could not bear the humiliation and hanged myself here.

After Lady Li's death, her resentment was so great that she turned into a vengeful ghost. She haunted Lady Zhao every night, eventually driving her to her death. Lady Li blamed me for not saving her and resented me. She haunted the master in his dreams, ensuring that my spirit could not be enshrined in the ancestral hall, leaving me as a wandering ghost, unable to enter the underworld or be reborn."

After finishing her story, Xie Nian'nu sobbed softly. Her cries made Ning Wushuang scratch his head. He couldn't bear to see a woman cry, especially such a beautiful one.

But, was what she said true? Ning Wushuang was skeptical. With doubt, it was hard to believe.

Woo woo woo...

A gust of wind blew against the window, and a faint black mist outside the room formed a ghostly figure, with disheveled hair, looking terrifying.

"Boy, don't listen to that demon woman's lies. Come out of the room. Her power hasn't been restored yet, so she can't harm you. If it's the third hour of midnight, even your two friends can't save you."

The hoarse and cold voice was like sandpaper rubbing together, extremely grating. But this voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over Ning Wushuang's head, making him suddenly clear-headed.

Black light flashed at the windows and doors, seemingly a kind of restriction, blocking the black figure from entering the room.

Xie Nian'nu, seeing the black figure, panicked and ran to Ning Wushuang, her face filled with fear and panic, shouting, "Lady Li, I was afraid back then and couldn't save you. I was also killed by Lady Zhao. Why do you keep haunting me? Why do you make me a wandering ghost, unable to enter the underworld or be reborn?"

The beauty lunged at Ning Wushuang, who quickly rolled away, avoiding the red-clad woman, and hid to the side, coldly watching the red-clad woman who had fallen by the bed. He then looked outside and shouted, "What kind of ghost are you?"

"Boy, if you don't come out, it will be too late. Xie Nian'nu is a vengeful ghost who came to the Zhang residence to bewitch the master. Lady Zhao caught her and killed her in the ancestral hall. I discovered this and she accused me of killing Lady Zhao. My unborn child, Xie Nian'nu, give me back my child's life."

The black figure outside the room pounded on the window, its voice a mix of crying and laughing, terrifying to hear. Black mist continuously hit the windows and doors, but how much strength could a ghost have? It could only confuse the mind, not push open the windows and doors, especially with the restriction in place.

The red-clad figure slowly got up from the bed, staring at Ning Wushuang, who was leaning against the wall. Her long hair reached her waist, her eyes filled with a sinister gaze, and her voice filled with resentment, "Why are you hiding?"

Black mist began to rise from the red-clad woman's body, turning her red clothes into blood-soaked clothes, dripping with blood. A row of white, sharp teeth appeared, half of her face was rotten, and her eyes bulged out. She let out a piercing scream, her body rising into the air, her fingernails growing long, and she lunged at Ning Wushuang.

At the same time, the black figure outside the room also lunged in, its eyes filled with hatred and resentment.

Two evil ghosts? Ning Wushuang's face turned pale, "Elder cousin, save me! If you don't, I'll be dead."

Just as the two evil ghosts were about to reach Ning Wushuang, a figure broke through the window, surrounded by demonic aura, and with a wave of its hand, two claw winds shot towards the two ghostly figures.

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