Cold-faced Empress

"Someone, help me..."

Fu Siying called out weakly. Even if she summoned wandering ghosts at this moment, she would not be afraid; instead, she would kneel down and thank them for saving her life.

The rope binding his hands and feet was extremely tight, and even though he struggled and his wrists were worn raw, it did not loosen at all.

"Which bastard did this to me? Don't let me find out, or I'll tear you to pieces! Ah!"

It trembled again in anger, like a fish whose tail had been lifted and was struggling.

“Xia Suxi? That shouldn’t be possible. Hu Lingjing? She would still dare to do that? Neither Grand Princess Sumin nor Consort De would dare to harm me at this time. Wei Lanling? She’s under house arrest by the Marquis of Wei’s residence and doesn’t even have anyone to serve her, so she wouldn’t hire someone to harm me. Who else… He Changyi? That doesn’t seem like his methods. Second Aunt? Fu Fangwei? Fu…”

Suddenly, a name flashed through my mind.

Fu Siying was shocked and her mind went blank!

After a short pause, he roared hoarsely, "Mo Canglan! You bastard! You'll use any method you want, have you no shame!"

Curses drifted in the wind.

"Petty, vicious, and narrow-minded! I regret not killing you during the day!"

"Don't let me go back alive, or I'll lock you in an ice cellar and make you wish you were dead! Dead!"

Just as he was angrily cursing, a ghostly voice suddenly came from behind him: "Have you finished cursing?"

The scolding stopped abruptly.

Fu Siying was startled at first, then hurriedly looked up and tried to see behind her. Unfortunately, it was too dark and she couldn't see anything.

At this time of year, the autumn harvest in the fields begins to ripen, hence the tradition of autumn tasting and ancestor worship, where people offer sacrifices to their ancestors and pray for a bountiful harvest.

Taoism believes that the seventh month of the lunar calendar, when summer ends and autumn begins, is the time of transition between Yin and Yang, and is the birthday of the Earth Official. The Earth Official pardons sins, opens the gates of the underworld, and allows ghosts to leave the netherworld and return to the human world to reunite with their families.

The Ghost Festival, also known as the Hungry Ghost Festival, is the day in the middle of the seventh lunar month when people offer sacrifices to their ancestors.

So here's the question: ghosts with descendants and family can enjoy the worship and offerings from their offspring, but what about ghosts without descendants or family?

Hehe, then they'll just have to wander around and find their own food!

Fu Siying undoubtedly believed that a "ghost without descendants or family" had come behind her!

Brother Ghost!

It seems she really did have a jinx; she was just thinking that she could summon a ghost without fear, and sure enough, she summoned one.

"Brother Ghost, I don't taste good, please save my life!" When pleading with a ghost, one should bow one's head when necessary. "Please untie the rope for me. When I return, I will bring lots of paper money, offerings, and food to worship you here. Please!"

After a long silence, the ghost brother said, "I don't need paper money, offerings, or food; I only need human lives."

Nonsense, people are definitely tastier than food and animals.

Fu Siying made a quick decision: "I'll send Mo Canglan to you as soon as I get back! He's a reincarnated evil spirit. If you eat his soul, your ghostly power will increase greatly, and you'll be invincible in the underworld!"

Brother Ghost didn't say anything.

Fu Siying was somewhat apprehensive, unsure whether Mo Canglan suited Brother Gui's tastes.

While she waited anxiously, suddenly, a cold, icy hand grabbed her arm!

Fu Siying shivered from the cold, shaking her head and wailing, "No, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong! I won't send you Mo Canglan anymore, he's awful, he doesn't deserve to be your food!"

Before she could finish speaking, with a "thud," the rope holding Fu Siying to the tree snapped, and Fu Siying fell headfirst to the ground.