Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

In the middle of the night, Jingzhi had a dream.

It has nothing to do with Lin Jiu, it’s a nightmare.

This is very unusual.

After all, her dreams have always been about Lin Jiu.

At this moment, she returned to the sedan chair, but this time, the door was not closed.

The translucent red veil swayed gently with the footsteps of the coffin bearers, and she could clearly see the back of the bride sitting with her legs apart on the black coffin lid.

Gradually, the cheerful drumbeats and suona sounds came to her ears. Jingzhi remembered what Zhe Gu had told her and wanted to close her eyes. However, no matter how hard she tried, her eyelids were stuck there and could not close.

Damn, is this still her dream?

How come I can’t control myself?

A breeze blew by, and a few dark red petals floated into the sedan chair with the door wide open.

Jingzhi could not smell any fragrance of flowers, but instead smelled a fishy smell of blood coming from the petals that brushed past her nose.

Just when her five senses were fully awakened, the bride in front of her moved.

Her head turned very slowly, bit by bit.

Jingzhi was so scared that her pupils almost shrank into needle points. This feeling of being out of control made her feel extremely panicked.

This escaped female ghost wouldn't enter her dreams and claim her soul, would it?!

Suddenly, the head in front, which had just turned 90 degrees, quickly turned 360 degrees before Jingzhi could see the face clearly.

"Gulu gulu."

The bride was still sitting facing forward, and her head fell down and rolled all the way to Jingzhi's feet.

Jingzhi wished she could poke out her own eyes.

It's a weird scene, and you can tell with your toes that it's not going to be a good look.

However, her gaze uncontrollably moved downwards little by little...

The moment her eyes met those wide-open eyes staring at her, a chill instantly ran up her spine.

Why is it her? !

……

"Jingzhi! Jingzhi!"

Lin Jiu looked at Jingzhi, who was sobbing and struggling with her eyes closed, with a look of worry on her face.

Is this... a nightmare?

But why can’t I wake him up?

Just when he was about to scream again, Jingzhi let out a "Huh!", jumped up from the mattress, and hugged his waist tightly.

As if still in a dream, her body trembled slightly, and she kept muttering:

"Ajiu, Ajiu, I saw it, I saw her face."

Lin Jiu was also a little scared. He hugged her tightly, patted her back gently to comfort her, and asked casually:

"What face? Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here."

As if finding her backbone, Jingzhi clutched the clothes on his back with both hands, "That woman, the woman next to Michelin, her face is the same as the two female ghosts that Zhe Gu and I met on the road!"

Lin Jiu frowned, "What female ghost? You never told me."

Jing Yizhi was stunned, and she patted Lin Jiu's back lightly:

"How can I tell you, I was still mad at you at that time."

She pushed him away a little, her eyes filled with horror and confusion, as if she had seen a ghost. "Oh, don't talk about this. The ghost bride I just dreamed of, and the ghost girl in white wearing a straw hat, have the same face as that weird woman! How strange."

"Wait! Describe the characteristics of that ghost again!"

Jingzhi was puzzled by the solemnity on his face. Zhegu had the same expression at the beginning.

Isn’t this ghost just an ordinary wild ghost?

But since he asked, no matter how scared she was of the scene, she could only quickly recall it.

"There were only two teams, one for the wedding procession and one for the funeral procession. The wedding procession was reasonable, but the leader of the funeral procession was bizarre. She actually sat on the lid of the coffin. It scared me so much that my hair stood on end."

She recalled the scene at that time and couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She quickly pulled Lin Jiu into the quilt, then curled herself up in his arms, with her feet tightly wrapped around his warm calves.

She gently tugged at his collar until she smelled the faint scent of sandalwood, and her heart gradually calmed down.

"Also, Aunt Zhe told me not to look, and I didn't. But I don't know how, but I was dragged into the bridal sedan. The bridal sedan was strange, because it was placed on the coffin.

Then they carried the two of us into the water. If it weren't for Zhe Gu saving me, I would have been - Ugh! "

Lin Jiu gently covered her mouth, his expression becoming more serious. "Don't say that word."

Lin Jiu was shocked.

The Red and White Twin Devils are a forbidden technique of Maoshan.

He thought that the other party could actually use such a method, which showed that he had also learned Maoshan magic.

But the people in Maoshan are the most protective of their own people, and there is no way they would target him like this.

"Ajiu, didn't you say that woman was made into a puppet? How come her face still looks like those two female ghosts?"

He gently stroked her hair soaked with cold sweat, pecked her forehead lovingly, and slightly increased his strength to hold her in his arms, but his eyes were full of cold light.

"The body is a puppet, and the soul is taken away to be refined into an evil ghost."

He asked again, "Did Zhe Gu take the soul?"

Jingzhi paused, raised her head and asked, "No, it was urgent, so she ran away. Will she... come again?"

Lin Jiu was not very sure, but one thing he was sure of was that the person behind the scenes would definitely make another move against them.

It seems that they have to hurry back to the charity cemetery and make preparations early.

Moreover, he actually owed Zhe Gu another favor.

"Jingzhi, I'm sorry, we can't let you play here anymore. We have to go back."

She shook her head and said seriously, "I only played in the water on the first day. I've been so busy these past two days. It's good to go back. I've bothered Simu for so long."

She thought for a moment and asked again, "What about Qianhe? Should we take him back to the charity cemetery?"

Lin Jiu hesitated for a moment and rejected the proposal.

"No, I have a feeling that Chizuru... is most likely implicated by us. He is injured, and if he stays with us, the consequences will be disastrous."

Jingzhi hesitated and asked, "Then, what should we do? Junior Brother Simu is busy arguing with Ikkiu, can we take good care of him?"

Lin Jiu suddenly laughed.

Jingzhi was stunned. How could he laugh at such a serious moment?

"What are you laughing at?"

He finally stopped laughing, shook his head helplessly and said:

"That girl Jingjing tricked Simu into drinking a large vat of oil. He's probably still squatting in the toilet now. I think he'll be quiet for a while. Qianhe's injuries are more serious than the young prince's. It's not appropriate for him to travel with us anymore. Let him stay here."

Jingzhi sat up, widened her eyes and asked, "Really?"

She threw off the quilt and was about to crawl out, "I'll go take a look."

It would be a waste of your trip if you don’t watch this wonderful spoof before leaving.

Before she had taken two steps, a big, warm hand grasped her ankle.

Lin Jiu dragged her into the quilt and rolled her up tightly.

He narrowed his eyes and met her curious gaze: "What else do you want to see? It's pitch black outside, aren't you scared?"

Jingzhi swallowed with a gulp.

Why did she feel that Lin Jiu's eyes were a little dangerous at this moment?

She stretched out half a hand and beckoned, "Sleep, sleep."

Lin Jiu raised his chin in satisfaction and lay back down.

"Go to sleep quickly. Call Wencai tomorrow morning and we'll set off early. What are you doing?"

Lin Jiu was speechless as he watched the woman roll onto his mattress with her quilt.

Jingzhi blinked her bright eyes twice and said, "I'm still scared. Hold me while I sleep."

What a joke! She would be going back tomorrow, and she would definitely be driven back to her room by the conservative Lin Jiu to sleep. She could only spend more time with him now.

Lin Jiu was helpless, and still felt a little distressed when he saw her slightly wet bangs.

So he dug her out of the quilt and buried her in his own quilt.

"Okay, sleep well."

"Yeah." After she succeeded, she was so well behaved that Lin Jiu's face turned red.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and gently patted her shoulder to coax her to sleep.

After a few pats, Jingzhi, feeling safe, quickly fell asleep.

Looking at her pretty sleeping face, Lin Jiu couldn't help but murmur:

"Speaking of literary talent, I think you're no less capable."

Jingzhi was reluctant to leave him, and so was Lin Jiu.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, but he had no desire to sleep. He stared at her for almost an hour and still couldn't fall asleep.

Suddenly, a soft sigh was heard in the silent room.

And then... he finally did something ungentlemanly.

……

The next day, after saying goodbye to Simu, Jingzhi scratched his neck from time to time as he walked back.

What's going on? I feel a tingling and hot sensation at the back of my neck.

Wencai took two quick steps and looked at her neck curiously. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Oh!"

Lin Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed forward and quickly grabbed Jingzhi's collar.

"Go ahead!"

Just after scolding Wencai, his sleeve was grabbed and shaken gently.

"Ajiu, help me check if a bug has fallen on my neck?"

Lin Jiu just glanced at the two red marks on her neck and quickly looked away.

“…There is one. I’ll help you catch it.”

As he spoke, he reached out and gently stroked her neck.

She lowered her head, her eyes wide with curiosity as she searched the grass nearby. "What kind of bug is that? Could it be a caterpillar?"

Lin Jiu suddenly started coughing. He coughed for a long time and then stopped when he met Jingzhi's worried gaze.

Looking at Wencai going away, he suddenly hummed softly: "Nothing, just a moth, flew away."

Jingzhi immediately lost interest. She rubbed her neck, goose bumps all over her body, and muttered:

"Then I'm going to take a shower when I get home. The powder on moth wings can easily cause allergies."

Lin Jiu remained silent and just nodded.

He thought, he was the moth.

I have been completely attracted by her warm flame...