Chapter 221: 221 Continue Singing for Her

Grandpa, younger sister, she, she, you guys hurry up and come up!

After hearing the commotion, Li Yunzhi hurriedly looked toward Tushan Jiu, "Tushan Master, look at this......"

Usually they only come out after the sun sets, but today what's going on?

Tushan Jiu didn't speak, just put down her teacup and stood up.

And Bai Yu, who was beside her, seeing her stand up, also swooped up and moved closer to her.

Tushan Jiu lifted her foot and walked toward the second floor.

Li Yunzhi also hurried to follow.

He said, ever since he brought his granddaughter Li MoMo back, he has kept her confined to the innermost room; she herself knows her abnormal condition, is very sensible, fearing she might affect the family, so she stays in the room every day and rarely comes out.

Tushan Jiu listened intently without a word, but what she heard was not Li Yunzhi's words about his granddaughter, but rather the singing coming from inside.

This wisp of soul is actually not a ghost transformed, but an obsessive spirit—having form but no substance; those masters naturally could not catch it, so they said it was the work of a ghost.

Moreover, she never said she could only come out after sunset; in fact, she is not afraid of sunlight at all.

However, she knows her bounds and will not disrupt the normal daytime life of the person she possesses.

The custom of waiting for one's husband is a product of that era's deformed marriage practices and the feudal clan system.

Obsessive spirits drift through this mortal world, and wherever they go they must sing for a while.

Besides singing about her own tragic fate, she also denounces how the feudal system and its ideology distort and destroy human nature.

Not only the waiting-for-husband custom, but also child brides, formal wives, marriages to ward off bad luck, ghost marriages, etc.; many are such, and even today some places still retain these vicious customs.

Therefore, as long as these bad customs persist for a day, she will not dissipate for a day.

However, this time she merely happened to encounter Li MoMo.

Li MoMo's past life was that of a child bride.

Moreover, because she was too young when she became pregnant and gave birth, she suffered a difficult labor that resulted in one death and two lives lost, and she died at only sixteen years old.

Second floor of the villa.

The melody is mournful and resentful, repeating over and over.

There is no yin energy at all, only endless sorrow.

Bai Yu and Li Yunzhi unconsciously reddened their eye sockets, overwhelmed by the mournful tune to the point of wanting to burst into tears, feeling extremely stifled inside.

Arriving at the innermost room, the door was open.

Inside, Li Hanwen stood there already tearing up, unable to stop crying.

At this moment, Li MoMo, dressed in theatrical attire, sat before the vanity, combing her hair in front of the mirror.

"Lang A-lang~"

"Wait wait~"

"I truly am not an ominous maiden~"

Tushan Jiu stood at the doorway, glanced in, then pulled out a talisman, waved it twice, and it ignited without fire.

After the talisman burned out, the several people inside also stopped crying, but they were still sniffling.

The person sitting before the mirror also stopped singing, turned her head, and looked at Tushan Jiu with some surprise.

She looked her up and down, tilted her head, and asked, "Debt Sword Person?"

Tushan Jiu was not surprised that 'she' knew her, for 'she' could be said to have existed longer than a thousand-year-old fierce ghost.

She smiled faintly: "Yes, I am the 283rd-generation Debt Sword Person, Tushan Jiu."

'She' calmly turned her head back to continue combing her hair, lovingly touching her own carefully cared-for black hair, a flash of envy passing in her eyes.

Tushan Jiu also ignored the fact that 'she' was ignoring her, walked in on her own, stood behind 'her', took the comb from 'her' hand, and began to comb 'her' hair into a bun.

'She' smiled at her and said, "I know I've been staying here a bit too long this time; I shouldn't have."

Tushan Jiu said nothing, seriously combing 'her' hair.

'She' went on to say: "Actually, I am happy and want to share my joy with this little girl who shares my past fate; you know, in just ten years I have faded somewhat, and if this continues I believe I will eventually vanish completely, so I won't need to sing anymore."

Tushan Jiu was silent for two seconds, then said, "Mm, I truly hope that day comes soon."

'She' grinned and said, "Mm, that's great."

After saying that, 'she' glanced at Tushan Jiu in the mirror, then gently pressed her hand.

Tushan Jiu lifted her gaze to the wisp of pale gray vapor in the mirror, "Huh?"

Resentment itself cannot produce sound; it can only borrow someone else's mouth.

Therefore 'she' must attach to a person in order to sing.

An obsessive spirit possessing a body is unlike a ghost possessing a body; it causes no substantive harm to the person.

So Tushan Jiu did not rush to drive 'her' away, but instead listened as attentively as possible.

'She' thus held her hand, turned to face Tushan Jiu, and said:

"From the moment I came into being, I have already forgotten how long I have stayed in this world, but I know that not long from now I will no longer be able to borrow a human body to sing; although this is something to be happy about, I still wish to pass this on, so that the world remembers these women persecuted by the times."

'She' pursed her lips and asked Tushan Jiu, "Tushan Jiu, may I borrow a blade from you?"

Tushan Jiu lowered her gaze to look at 'her' sitting in the chair, they locked eyes for a few seconds, then her lips moved slightly: "Yes."

However, Tushan Jiu waited until she had finished combing 'her' hair into a bun before taking out a pair of scissors to give to 'her'.

'She' took it, and a miraculous scene occurred.

The scissors disappeared in 'her' hand.

However, this was only how others saw it; in Tushan Jiu's eyes, the wisp of pale gray mist wrapped around the scissors, and 'she' put them away.

After the scissors vanished, 'she' turned back again, looked at Li MoMo in the mirror, and smiled, saying, "That's great!"

As soon as the words fell, Li MoMo closed her eyes and leaned softly against the chair.

Tushan Jiu had already placed her hand on the chair's backrest when 'she' finished saying those words "that's great".

When Li Momò leaned over, she lightly stroked her head, and did not let her bump into the wooden chair back.

Tushan Jiu took a deep breath, turned her head, and looked at Li Yunzhi.

"That knife back then, my fee was sixty-six thousand. And the fee for this knife of mine is, you Li family must have her sing what she just sang every week in all your branches nationwide, continuing to sing it for her."

Li Yunzhi's inner shock and the feeling just now had not faded; he had no hesitation, nodded and agreed: "Okay, okay, no problem, not a single problem, this is also the meaning of our Li family's century-old heritage."

Bai Yu watched Tushan Jiu press her lips and remain silent.

I don't know why, but he felt that as long as Tushan Jiu was present, his heart would inexplicably feel at ease.

Bai Yu moved closer to Tushan Jiu, asking a question he was very puzzled about.

"Tushan Jiu, just now I felt that thing wasn't a ghost, so why did you and my mom say the Li family has a ghost?"

Tushan Jiu gave him a sideways glance, then curled her finger.

Bai Yu, eager for knowledge, moved even closer.

"Because——"

Tushan Jiu smiled slightly, "I and your mom were just teasing you."

Bai Yu: "？？！！！......"