Chapter 128: Your Wife Is In My Hands

When their gazes collided, the woman had already habitually turned her head away, but she quickly looked back in surprise.

She even turned her head to look beside herself, and only after confirming there was no one else did she finally confirm one thing.

The other party could see her, who had not revealed her form before mortals.

She walked over.

That Eastern man's gaze indeed followed her movement; when she walked up to this person, the other party tilted his head up and smiled, meeting her gaze with composure.

"You really can see me?

Could it be you're also a ghost?

Why is there no ghost qi on you?"

The man did not answer, merely stretching out his hand to signal the booth opposite him.

The woman sat down somewhat warily; the reason for her wariness was because the other party could see her.

In the world of ghost objects, being able to see also means being able to hear, and being able to hear, to a large extent, means being able to touch.

Being able to touch also means possibly being able to harm her.

"You don't speak, is it that you don't understand my Eastern language? Sigh! I don't understand Barbarian language either; since we can't communicate, let's part ways here!"

The woman sat down; although the man before her was merely smiling at her, he made her feel more and more uneasy.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly dangerous, she planned to choose to slip away.

The man suddenly flipped his palm open, and a large seal abruptly appeared in his palm; the awe-inspiring aura on it, like thunder, made the woman's complexion change drastically.

She let out a sharp scream, retreating into the crowd like lightning: "True Man, this little woman has never had a single human life on her hands since birth! Why do you press so hard? Even outside this Divine Land, you still won't let this little woman go, why is that?"

She spoke not to wait for an answer; during the time she ran out of the research institute, besides cultivation, she also often followed behind a girl and accompanied her in chasing quite a few dramas.

Schemes she would also use, for example right now.

The woman opened her small mouth, exhaled a wisp of fragrant sweet breath, which floated out at flying speed, spreading throughout this strip club with the speed of a thunderclap.

All the men and women on the scene, their eyes changed in an instant.

They all turned their heads together to look not far away, at that Eastern man sitting in the booth.

Wrong!

In their eyes, the one sitting there was not an Eastern man, perhaps not even a man.

In the women's view, that was indeed a man, but their own family's man, right there in that booth kissing some bitch they hated most.

This is naked betrayal.

In the men's view, that person was their wife, girlfriend, the partner who should be most loyal.

But at this moment she was kissing another man.

Just as everyone fell into inexplicable extreme rage, about to rush over and use every tool they could utilize to tear those two to pieces, bursts of deep, soul-penetrating scripture recitation came from within the bar.

Although the recitation's sound was calm and low, even though heavy metal rock music was still playing inside the bar, it still could not cover the recitation.

This scripture, although recited in the Eastern language, could make all who heard it calm down.

Everyone who calmed down, even if drunk, could break free from the illusion that mouthful of fragrant breath had drawn them into.

When they woke, the booth that had made them incomparably enraged just now was already empty of people.

If a single person encountered this situation, they might well suspect they had produced a hallucination.

But when everyone in the entire strip club encounters this situation, that is a very shocking fantastical event.

However.

To these people, it is merely talk material.

But for the Peach Blossom Nightmare ghost, it was not so pleasant.

She finally realized that the moment that man appeared, she had already fallen into a dead end.

Deep in the Peach Blossom Nightmare ghost's consciousness, there had once been some information telling her that very, very, very long ago, ghost objects could pass through walls.

But I don't know when the Regulation came into existence.

Ghost objects can only enter or leave houses through windows and doors.

If doors and windows are not open, ordinary ghost objects wanting to enter can only knock on the door, or knock on the window.

And those knocking on doors and windows in the middle of the night, the vast majority are these ghost objects.

So ancient old people would all admonish children.

If you encounter inexplicable knocking on your doors and windows in the middle of the night, don't open the door randomly, figure it out first.

Once you open the door, it means in the rules you are allowing the other party to enter.

Of course.

If a ghost object's magic power is high enough to directly destroy the earth-wood-stone structure houses connecting to the netherworld's great land, then it's not a ghost object anymore.

At that stage, you are the master of the great land.

Can you slip in while someone else is opening the door? Also cannot.

It must be you who knocked, the other party opened the door, only then do you have the qualification to enter.

Ordinary people dealing with this kind of door-knocking danger brought by ghost objects, besides not opening the door, actually have another method, which is pasting Door Gods.

If a hundred or two hundred years ago, when the gods and spirits under heaven had not yet hidden away, common people would paste Door Gods on doors and write couplets.

Such households basically would not have ghost objects come forward to disturb them, fearing being eaten by those Door Gods.

But if someone in the household has passed away, that year's New Year's Eve and Spring Festival are not allowed to paste Door Gods or couplets, because the deceased relatives will return to visit their relatives and accept their offerings.

If Door Gods and couplets are pasted, the deceased relatives cannot enter, this is a considerably cruel matter.

And now, the Peach Blossom Nightmare ghost, at the moment she rushed out the door, rejoiced that she was outside the Divine Land, where there are no Door Gods here.

Moreover, in this kind of public place like a bar, she can enter and exit freely by pushing the door without needing anyone's permission.

This is also one of the reasons she has most liked lingering in this kind of bar these days.

But the moment she rushed out the door in panic, she knew she was done for.

When she pushed the door open and charged out, she ran head-on into a barbarian female ghost. This barbarian female ghost was quite weak, including the twelve barbarian ghosts behind her, they were also very weak, far inferior to herself.

However, she dared not move rashly, because on these dozen or so barbarian ghosts, there was a thin layer of golden light, barely visible.

That was the light of merit.

Barely visible, but it was still present on their bodies.

For a ghost object like her who relied on harming others to increase her strength, merit golden light was a natural, fatal nemesis.

Moreover, that leading barbarian female ghost also held a fire token in her hand.

But how could these barbarian ghosts have merit golden light on them, and why would they have the Divine Land's fire token in their hands?

Just as the Peach Blossom Nightmare was uncertain whether to burrow back into the tavern, or stake everything on soul scattering to test the quality of the merit golden light on this group of barbarian ghosts, the barbarian female ghost holding the fire token spoke first.

The moment she opened her mouth it was the Great Ming Orthodox Pronunciation, and under the empowerment of that fire token, the Peach Blossom Nightmare, who was pondering how to flee, felt as if a wooden cangue weighing over a hundred catties had been locked on her shoulders, rendering her unable to move.

"By the flag tablet and command arrow of the Pacification Commissioner of the Ming Dynasty North American Xuanwei Envoy Office, apprehend the ghost object that pollutes the locality and corrupts moral customs..."

Speaking here, the barbarian female ghost holding the fire token paused, looked solemnly at the nightmare ghost before her, then asked majestically in the Great Ming Orthodox Pronunciation: "What is your name?"

Just a light question, transmitted through the fire token, and under the empowerment of the merit golden light on her body, caused the nightmare ghost suppressed in place to not dare give rise to the slightest delusive thought.

She hurriedly prostrated herself on the ground.

"This little woman has not been in this world for three full months, never had a name; my husband's surname is Tian, so this little woman will follow my husband's surname! Lady Official may call me Tian Shi!"

Tian Shi?

Looking at the nightmare ghost who had already resigned herself to fate, prostrated before his hall with a pitifully lovely appearance, and hearing the other party announce her family background, a trace of strangeness flashed across Chen Yaozu's face.

A trace of ominous premonition flashed in his heart.

He pinched his fingers to calculate, and the family background the other party reported really was related to Tian Erdai, but when did Tian Erdai become her husband?

He still wanted to hear the other party explain what she meant by this family background she reported, how she got entangled with that Tian Erdai.

"Tian Shi, you say you follow your husband's surname!

But you have never been married, so where does a husband come from, and how can you follow your husband's surname?"

The pitifully lovely nightmare ghost raised her head, glanced at Chen Yaozu, then hurriedly lowered it again: "Replying to the Hall Official's words, this little woman and my husband, though not married, previously had words exchanging hearts, and afterwards had the reality of husband and wife!

Therefore..."

"Wait!"

Chen Yaozu hurriedly cut off her topic; he had to help Tian Erdai distance himself from this not-so-glorious karma.

At the very least, the one wearing the cuckold's hat must not be him:

"You are a seductive ghost; the people who have had the reality of husband and wife with you are probably not few. Why is only that surnamed Tian your husband? What about the others?"

Hearing the words of this Hall Official before her, the Peach Blossom Nightmare ghost forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart, raised her head, and hurriedly defended herself:

"Hall Official, please allow this little woman to explain a thing or two! This little woman, though a Peach Blossom Nightmare, needs men's desire and vital energy to cultivate.

But she only lures them with illusions, and that vital energy is also absorbed from afar, and she has never had skin-to-skin contact with others.

From birth until now, in this world, the only one who has had the reality of husband and wife with this little woman from beginning to end is my husband Tian Ritian alone.

At the moment of this little woman's birth, there were words in her mind advising her to keep her original heart and follow human ethics.

【85】 Therefore, until today, over two months, though she has absorbed the vital energy of many people, she has not harmed a single life, and has left room not to injure the foundation.

Therefore, up to today two months and more, although he had absorbed the blood and Qi of many people, he had not taken a single life, and had left room not to harm the foundation.

Except originally there was a group of malicious government researchers who five times caught and released, released and caught this little woman.

Afterwards it was catch then release, release then catch again; this little woman then became somewhat more ruthless.

But still did not harm human lives!

So, Hall Official today apprehends this little woman on the charge of polluting the locality and corrupting moral customs; this little woman does not plead guilty!"

If it were one month ago.

This Peach Blossom Nightmare ghost, even if she already possessed considerable clever intelligence at birth, as well as inherited information in her mind, still would not have had the guts to speak like this to a Yamen Hall Official.

But.

For a period before, a group of researchers caught and released her, released and caught again, caught then released, released then caught again, using the Criminal Code and various legal means.

So-called long illness makes a good doctor.

Sometimes some criminals even understand better than lawyers what aspects of legal provisions they might have violated; some even specially research before committing a crime how to commit a crime at the lowest cost.

Now, the Tian Shi before him, having been locked in legal provisions for so long, caught and released, caught then released many times, has long since become a good doctor from long illness.

She discovered that in this era, facing Divine Land government people, you can stiffen your spine a bit; as long as you completely avoid all possible legal provisions you might violate, you can straighten your spine and speak.

The most important thing is.

She is a ghost, not necessarily a legal person, which makes it even harder to commit a crime.

There is an even more important point: even if she harmed someone here, those harmed would be barbarians; what business is it of the Divine Land government office? With what qualifications do you come to manage me? For example, right now Chen Yaozu uses his own pair of eyes to examine whether this female ghost speaks the truth; unexpectedly it is basically true — a Peach Blossom Nightmare ghost, yet there is actually no human life on her hands.

Her behavior also does not constitute the crime of polluting the locality.

Just the last sentence feels a bit arrogant.

【Peach Blossom Nightmare Ghost, Tian Shi:...

This female ghost appears respectful and obedient on the surface, but actually is not afraid of you; in her heart she has confidence, believing you cannot manage her with Divine Land law!】

This arrogant?

Sure enough, that female ghost, though still kneeling on the ground, had a stiff spine.

This made Chen Yaozu feel a flame burning in his heart, burning all the way to his brow ridge; she actually rebelled against heaven, I still can't deal with you?

He took out his phone, dialed a number; the call connected quickly, and Lao Tian's voice came from the other end: "Hello... Mr. Chen!

Do you still need some machines?"

Chen Yaozu held the phone, glanced at the female ghost kneeling before his hall, let out a cold snort, and said: "Tian Ritian, your wife is in my hands!"

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