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Time swept away the snow and blew away the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. They drifted away with the fallen leaves in autumn and returned to the earth.

This year marks the tenth year since Mo Heng and Chu Yun met.

"That's where I met you. You were sleeping by the river wearing only an inner garment. At first sight, I thought you were more beautiful than a mortal. You were like a fairy from heaven." Mo Heng put his arm around Chu Jun's waist and came to the waterside of the Mo family's villa, where he had picked up Chu Jun.

"You're the only one who talks sweetly." Chu Jun covered Mo Heng's mouth with his hand. "Alas, there are tall pines on the mountain and dragons swimming in the marshes. I don't see Zi Chong, but I see the cunning boy."

He felt that after ten years, Mo Heng's image as a gentleman had completely collapsed. Now, apart from his still handsome appearance, he no longer looked like a gentleman as before, but a cunning puppy.

"The dessert must be good, otherwise how can I win the beauty." Such words were not difficult for the shameless head of the Mo family. He just held his wife's wrist and kissed her palm, which made him feel so happy.

Chu Jun felt the warmth in his palm and didn't want to argue with him anymore: "Humph. Shameless! But why did we come back here? Summer is coming soon, and there are a lot of mosquitoes here."

Chu Jun didn't understand. In previous summers, he would go to the cooler places in the north, but this year he came to this villa. Mo Heng hadn't brought him here for several years.

"It's almost the tenth anniversary of our meeting. I want to commemorate it here, is that okay?" Mo Heng naturally couldn't reveal his purpose and coaxed Chu Jun.

"Okay." The cunning puppy looked at him with pitiful eyes, and Chu Jun naturally did not disagree.

Mo Heng smiled and took Chu Yun for a walk along the river. The breeze blew up the hems of their clothes, overlapping each other, as if they would never be separated.

The weather was getting hotter, the cicadas were chirping louder, and soon it was the 15th of July.

On the night of the Ghost Festival, an unusual atmosphere filled the empty manor.

As night falls, there are no stars or moon in the sky, only a few scattered phosphorescent lights floating in the air, like lost ghosts looking for their way home.

The ancient trees surrounding the manor rustled in the night wind, as if countless whispers were whispering through the woods, telling unknown stories of the past.

The servants in the manor all returned to their own little houses, closed the doors and windows, and did not dare to go out.

In the fields outside Zhuangzi, rice ears sway gently in the night breeze, as if paying tribute to the passing souls.

Beside the stream, the occasional croaking of frogs seemed to add a touch of vitality to this special night.

However, the willow trees by the river hung their branches low, as if expressing their grief to their reflections in the river.

Chu Jun has fallen asleep. Today is the Ghost Festival, the time of the year when the yin energy is the heaviest. In previous years, he would not wake up until daytime on this night.

Mo Heng stood in the courtyard, a complex magic circle beneath his feet. Candles were placed around it, their flickering flames casting a flickering light on the room. Strange talismans hung on the walls, and the ground was strewn with strange herbs and mineral powders.

Mo Heng stood in the center of the magic circle, took a deep breath, and began to move.

He first lit a bunch of incense and placed it in the incense burner in front of the magic circle. Then he took out a yellowed ancient book from his bosom and opened it to the marked page. The page was covered with complex symbols and spells. The man stared at them and began to recite in a low voice.

As the mantra was chanted, the air flow in the room began to swirl and the candle flames danced to the rhythm of the mantra.

Mo Heng's voice grew increasingly rapid, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The herbs and powders within the magic circle began to emit a faint glow, and the yin energy of the entire courtyard grew thicker.

Mo Heng stretched out his fingers and quickly drew talismans in the air, each stroke filled with power and determination.

His eyes were determined. Although he knew that this process was full of dangers, he had already risked everything. If he succeeded, he could continue to accompany Chu Jun. If he failed, he would take Chu Jun to the underworld with him. How could he leave Chu Jun alone in this world?

When the last spell was finished, the light within the magic circle reached its peak, and the entire courtyard was filled with a powerful energy. Mo Heng felt an invisible force surrounding him, and his figure began to blur, as if he was gradually disappearing from this world.

However, at this moment, the magic circle suddenly emitted a crisp sound, the light suddenly disappeared, and all the energy dissipated in an instant. Mo Heng fell to the ground, his face pale, obviously failed in the spell.

The man had never been in such a miserable state before. His body was at the end of its rope. He had been relying on various drugs to keep himself alive for the past few months so that Chu Jun would not notice anything.

This year is the third year that Master Wu Chen has said. In these three years, Mo Heng has tried every possible way, but the only way he can find is to stay in this formation as a ghost like Chu Jun. If this fails, Mo Heng will have no chance again.

He wanted to get up, but his body could no longer move, his vision began to blur, and all his strength began to dissipate.

Mo Heng thought: "I can't be so unlucky. It would be too embarrassing to die in the yard. I wonder if Xiaojun will like me when she sees me like this..."

"What a pity, the formation didn't work. I don't know if I'll be able to see it again after I die..."

Chu Jun always carries the purification items with him. If he fails this time, Master Wu Chen will wish Chu Jun to reincarnate again. Maybe he can become a carefree young master in the next life.

If successful, I will stay in this world with Chu Jun forever. When Chu Jun no longer likes me, we will reincarnate together, and it will be easier for us to meet again in the next life.

Mo Heng thought about all the possibilities, but he just didn't know if there really was a hell in this world, and if he could wait for the beautiful woman in white to come towards him on the road to the underworld...

[In the south there is a jujube tree, overgrown with kudzu shoots. A happy gentleman walks on it, and blessings are with him.]

There is a elm tree in the south, and it is overgrown with kudzu. A gentleman who enjoys himself will be blessed.

To the south stands a cycad tree, with kudzu vines entwined about it. A gentleman who enjoys his scenery will find happiness and blessings.]

That tree grows in the south, its branches curving and swaying downward. Kudzu vines will entwine freely around it, bringing it happiness. A man as dignified as you will also be blessed today with unprecedented happiness.

The young merchant and his wife did not have a perfect ending as the wedding song sung at the time.

It began to rain. The rain, which was about to fall, was bitingly cold and dripped onto Mo Heng's face, but did not wake up the person on the ground. Mo Heng closed his eyes with his last bit of strength, worried that his lifeless eyes after death would scare Chu Jun.

The rain washed away the magic circles and spices around him, diluting Mo Heng's traces.

Inside the house, Chu Jun woke up from his sleep with a palpitation in his heart, sweat dripping from his forehead. He wanted to hug Mo Heng beside him, but found that there was no one around him. When he touched it, the mattress was cold, as if he had been away for a long time.

An ominous premonition hung over Chu Yun's heart. He didn't even bother to put on his coat and shoes. He jumped out of bed and rushed out of the house.

All the servants in the manor were sent away by Mo Heng, and now the only sound left in the silence was the rain.

Chu Jun pushed open the door and ran across the corridor, only to see a man lying in the rain. He was wearing a white shirt that was stained by the mud on the ground. His eyes were tightly closed, and the rain rushed into his nostrils, but it didn't wake him up at all.

Chu Jun had already seen Mo Heng and ran to his side. He knelt on the ground, held up Mo Heng's upper body, felt his pulse, and called out in a trembling voice: "Ah Heng? Ah Heng..."

Unfortunately, his subordinates could not feel the strong heartbeat, and the man no longer responded to his calls with a smile.

The wind began to flow around Chu Jun, and the negative energy began to gather around him. The beautiful young man in the center of the storm had his hair flying in the wind, and his eyes were silently shedding tears. He had been wearing a bright red wedding dress at some point, and his thin lips were dotted with vermilion, looking very strange.

"Eighth Master, this young man's soul is really strange. Is he an evil ghost?" A young man's voice came from above the courtyard.

Another voice replied indifferently, "Since they are not from this world, it is not something we can control. We just need to do our own thing."

Chu Jun heard the conversation between the two people and broke away from his own thoughts. The Yin energy around him stagnated and he looked in the direction of the voice.

Two figures were suspended in the air.

A man dressed in white, wearing a tall hat with the words "First sight brings wealth" written on it. There was something strange in his smile, and he held a white mourning stick in his hand.

The other one was dressed in black and wore a tall hat with the four big characters "Peace in the World" written on it. His face was serious and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty. In his hand he held a black mourning stick with heavy chains wrapped around it.

The man in white saw Chu Jun looking up and said in surprise, "Hey? Master Ba, he can hear us."

The man in black looked at the young man's lifeless eyes and felt a little uneasy. Without saying anything, he flew the chain in his hand towards Mo Heng, ready to take Mo Heng's soul away.

But before the chain got close to Mo Heng, it was grabbed by the beautiful and harmless boy, and the chain was crushed with a "snap".