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Song Mi couldn't bear it any longer. "This is you, only eight years old and timid. Why are you being so mean to him?"

Song Mi raised her hand and pulled Que Yinpo out from his shoulder, placed it in her palm, and poked his little face, "Be good, don't cry, we'll take you home."

Song Mi comforted him with a few words, and Que Yinpo felt the kind spiritual power at Song Mi's fingertips, and suddenly couldn't hold back his tears.

"Wuwuwu...Sister, he bullied me...Wuwuwu..."

Si Qicheng was speechless and serious, "This is not your sister."

Que Yinpo was so scared that he lay on Song Mi's palm and cried even louder.

Si Qicheng: ...

If this child didn't look exactly like him when he was a child, he really wouldn't want to admit that this was his soul.

Song Mi found it very interesting and smoothed Que Yin Po Zamao's hair with her fingers, "Okay, be good, sister, I'll take you home."

Song Mi activated his spiritual power, and the dark blue spiritual power gently lifted up Que Yin Po and sent it to Si Qicheng's forehead.

But when it hit Si Qicheng, it was bounced back.

The Que Yin Soul was resisted and bounced back to Song Mi, suddenly becoming larger. Song Mi was caught off guard and hugged him.

He returned to the size of a normal seven or eight-year-old child, hung on Song Mi, and cried even harder.

Just a soul, without tears.

Si Qicheng frowned, "What's going on?"

He wasn't to the point where he scared my childhood self so much that I wouldn't dare come back, right?

Song Mi put his two fingers together to gather his spirit and checked the Baihui acupoint of Que Yin's soul. His expression suddenly became serious. "His soul has been taken away."

Everyone's three souls and seven spirits have their own unique power. As long as the spirit power is not dissipated, even if the soul leaves the body, it can be retrieved and sent back to the body.

"Where is your soul?" Song Mi asked after putting down Queyin Soul.

The Que Yin Soul sobbed and said, "Fu Ping... wanted to eat me... but couldn't, so she sucked my spiritual power away."

After saying that, he timidly glanced at Si Qicheng, who had a cold and fierce look on his face, and held Song Mi's arm without daring to let go.

Why does he look scarier than Fu Ping?

"Fu Ping is the name of that female ghost?" Si Qicheng asked.

Little Si Qicheng nodded, pouting and crying, "She eats children!"

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Soon, Lin Dengke brought Fu Ping to the gate of the yard. From the outside, it looked like a simple farmyard, but when they stepped inside, they found that it was the mansion of a wealthy family.

The entire mansion was decorated with red and colorful decorations, but the servants walked around with expressionless faces. The sound of suona came from somewhere in my ears.

Fu Ping suddenly laughed softly, "You walked into a trap yourself, don't blame me~"

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the ancient willows outside the house swayed. A sinister aura suddenly rose from the ground and surged into Fu Ping's body.

Lin Dengke saw that she was about to break the restriction, but Song Mi was nowhere to be seen. He was about to pick up the pen to stab Fu Ping, but the willow branch next to him suddenly attacked him like a long whip.

When Lin Dengke turned over to avoid the willow branches, Fu Ping had already broken free from the restraints and flew to the back of the house.

The soft branches of the ancient willow became crazy at this moment, like chains and long whips from the ghost realm, forming a vortex-like cage around Lindenko and trapping him inside.

In the whirlpool, willow branches whipped him from all directions, making it difficult for him to escape.

-

Que Yinpo roughly told Song Mi and Si Qicheng what it knew about Fu Ping.

Fu Ping died three hundred years ago. According to her, she was a famous singing girl in the capital.

One cold winter, she rescued a scholar named Fan who had fainted from the cold. Fu Ping called him Fan Lang.

After the two met, Fu Ping discovered that Fan Lang was very talented, so she promised Fan Lang that if he had any new lyrics, she would let him sing them.

Fan Lang sought fame, Fu Ping sought profit, but both of them loved poetry and would often spend the nights by candlelight talking about everything.

Before Fan Lang passed the imperial examination, he promised to marry her. If he passed the imperial examination, he would come to marry her in a sedan chair carried by eight people.

She looked forward to his return.

Unexpectedly, when Fan Lang finally passed the imperial examination, he received the news that he was about to marry the daughter of the prime minister.

She went to Fan's house to see him, but was beaten out with sticks by the servants.

On his wedding day, his red makeup stretched for miles.

She rushed out of the crowd and wanted to ask her why she had betrayed him, but he pretended not to know her and ordered his men to drag her away and beat her with sticks.

It was also winter, and she was dragged into a deserted alley and froze to death.

She died in a quiet alley outside the scholar's mansion, which was full of distinguished guests.

Si Qicheng said, "The story of an unfaithful man and a lovestruck woman."

Song Mi tugged at her wedding gown and sneered softly, "That really makes you feel sympathetic."

Queyinpo glanced at her tremblingly. Is this how you smile when you sympathize with others?

During Song Mixi's past training, what he hated most was catching these infatuated men and women. They were obsessed with love and hate, but they brought disaster to others.

If she separated them, there would be a big fight; if she didn't, it would leave trouble.

Suddenly, the sound of suona, the clatter of horses' hooves and the noisy voices of guests congratulating each other rang out.

The servants who had been walking hurriedly just now also stopped and stood on both sides of the courtyard.

A red sedan floated into the courtyard, accompanied by the sound of suona, and was put down.

"Are you talking about me, my dear?"

The curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and a pair of red shoes stepped out first.

Que Yinpo felt a familiar sense of terror, and shrank behind Song Mi in fear, trembling uncontrollably.

Fu Ping came out of the sedan chair, also wearing a wedding dress as red as residual blood.

The makeup on her face was heavy, pale and gaudy, as if it had been painted countless times, yet still painted day after day.

Her gaze fell directly on Si Qicheng, "Fan Lang, I am here to marry you today."

"She wants to eat me." Que Yinpo said in a low voice.

Fu Ping glanced at him with cold eyes. He closed his mouth tightly and hid himself behind Song Mi.

Song Mi patted the child's head soothingly.

Fu Ping snorted coldly, "Your little soul can be used to make a beauty product for me. That's your blessing."

"Since this is a blessing, why don't you take yours too?" Song Mi said softly.

Fu Ping stared at her with sinister eyes, "What a big tone!"

"Really? Then I'll negotiate with you first. If you return the soul, I'll let it go. How do you do that?"

"Haha... since it's mine, I won't give it back," he glanced and fixed his eyes on Si Qicheng.

Si Qicheng was dressed in a luxurious and purple aura, much more powerful than a child. Fu Ping's originally empty eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, and she held Si Qicheng tightly.

Fu Ping's heavily painted face revealed a strange and greedy expression, "What a handsome husband, your energy must be very nourishing."

"Wishful thinking." Si Qicheng's eyes were deep and disgusted.

His gaze seemed to irritate Fu Ping. There was once a man who looked at her with such contempt and disgust.

"Fan Lang, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for so long~"

Fu Ping cried out miserably, and then suddenly burst into laughter, like the sound of boiling water in a kettle, or the sound of wind blowing through the cracks in the rocks, sharp and chilling.

Little Si Qicheng closed his eyes, wishing he could curl himself up again so that he could not be seen and hide.

Fu Ping complained, "Is it because of her that you abandoned me?"

"Fan Lang, if you said you had to marry her to help your future, why would I bother to pester you so much?"

"As long as I can be with you, I am willing to be your concubine~"

Fu Ping's voice suddenly turned into an angry roar, "But you betrayed me and hurt me. I will kill you two dogs!"

Fu Ping's pale and withered claws struck Si Qicheng's heart directly.