After Being Possessed by Spirit World Giants [Transmigration Book]

In a trance, a voice came from somewhere.

"Master, Master Wen?"

Wen Yue heard someone calling him.

Looking down, it was the rich wife who was helping to talk during the day.

At this moment, he was looking at him with a smile, and the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes were faintly scattered.

Wen Yue stood in the courtyard, a ray of sunlight crossed the gray and white horse head wall and hit the green pond, and the pruned flowers and trees swayed gently in the wind.

Many guests stood not far away, discussing something, and looked at him from time to time.

"I'm interrupting Master Wen's meditation." Mrs. Kuo said devoutly, "Mrs. Mao and her family members are waiting for you."

"Wait for me?" Wen Yue didn't react for a while,

"Yes. Today is Xiaowantouqi, you promise to preside over the ceremony."

The wife added, "Xiao Wan... will she show up today?"

"So fast?!" Wen Yue shuddered, his whole body dripping with cold sweat, "I haven't planned yet!"

Mrs. Kuo took out an exquisite pink card from her handbag, and a faint fragrance burst into her nostrils, "My surname is Guo, and I hope Master will take care of you."

Wen Yue leaned over slightly, took it with both hands, and heard her say above her head: "Go quickly."

A strong hand pushed hard on the back, Wen Yue was caught off guard, and staggered a few steps to open the iron door.

There was a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, Wen Yue secretly screamed that something was wrong, panicked in his heart, this time Mengwei must expose him, and he will be sued!

"You're here." A clear and cold voice came from the front, with a bit of inherent banter, which sounded familiar.

Wen Yue looked up, the hall was empty, and vaguely saw an official hat chair placed in place of Mao Wan's coffin.

His eyes adjusted to the light, and suddenly he saw a person sitting on a chair, looking at him with burning eyes.

"Master Bai?!" Wen Yue was inexplicably surprised.

Although his whereabouts are secretive, judging from the last incident, he seems to be on his side.

The original novel rarely touches on family disputes, and Wen Yue lost the direction of "acting", so he felt very uncertain.

"Ask me," he gritted his teeth and thought to himself, "I'll talk about it while I'm alive."

Last time, he still looked like an exiled immortal in white clothes.

This time around, he was wearing a crisp, well-tailored black suit and shiny black patent leather shoes.

It's just that silver hair like a waterfall is still shining with the Two-dimensional glory of COSPLAY.

Wen Yue: ...

After being stunned for a moment, he said cautiously: "I haven't seen you for a few days, the Great God has changed a bit..."

The brilliance of Bai Dashen's beautiful eyes flowed, and her thin lips parted lightly: "Everyone in the world is like this, just go to the countryside and do as the Romans do."

Wen Yue was curious: "Where did you see it?"

The great god raised the corner of his lips: "Your eyes are mine."

Wen Yue was surprised and puzzled: "You can see what I see? Have you been lurking by my side?"

It's not a good feeling to be spied on.

The Great God looked at him for a moment, and said in a calm tone, "Dead wood cannot be carved."

Standing up slowly, he stepped forward with his long legs.

That face was so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"Introduce yourself according to your methods. My surname is Bo, and Bo Xianyun lives in Mr. Wen's heart. Please forgive me for disturbing you."

The bottom of his eyes is like a bottomless cold pool, sucking people into it at any time.

Wen Yue was dumbfounded: "borrowing, borrowing? This... what does it mean?"

Bo Xianyun didn't explain, she just pulled up his right hand and grasped his own, feeling cool to the bone.

Wen Yue kept shaking hands and stared at him for a long time.

Bo Xianyun seemed to reveal a slight smile: "Should it be considered a gift?"

Wen Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly withdrew her arms: "The handshake is for greeting, it's not considered worshiping heaven and earth..."

Bo Xianyun stared at him fixedly, Wen Yue wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in.

The other party suddenly spoke, with a calm expression, "Well, three books and six rituals, Na Cai welcomes relatives, and worships heaven and earth is called marriage."

As he spoke, he sat back on the chair by himself, with his legs crossed, and he could be a model from any angle.

"By the way, we need a bridal chamber at the end." He added, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Only then did Wen Yue hear that the other party was teasing him.

His weather-beaten old face was slightly red.

Bo Xianyun rested her head lazily, "Ask me something?"

Wen Yue pursed her lips and didn't want to speak.

"Go back if you don't have time," he said.

"Isn't it 'my eyes are your eyes'? It's obvious to pretend!"

Wen Yue complained, and had no choice but to stop him, "Wait! There is indeed something urgent, and I want to hear your opinion."

Bo Xianyun smiled, "If you miss me, we can meet in our dreams."

"It feels weird to say that..." Wen Yue inexplicably got goosebumps all over his body, "So, you read my thoughts?"

Bo Xianyun slowly shook her head, "But I can guess."

The other party's fox-like expression made people feel creepy, Wen Yue thought for a moment, and continued to ask: "I don't have a clue about the Mao family..."

"Really?" Bo Xianyun showed a charming smile, "Or are you unwilling to face the sinister heart?"

Wen Yue was in a mess and clenched his fists.

Her thin, obsidian-like pupils are shining brightly, and her two thin lips are so delicately red, making one's heart flutter just looking at them.

He stretched out his white jade-like arm and beckoned to Wen Yue, his clear voice drifted away like smoke, "Come here."

Wen Yue seemed to be bewitched, and stepped forward involuntarily, coming to him from time to time.

Slowly leaning down, a strange fragrance rushed into the nostrils, and the breath of the thin cloud fluttered in the ears...

In the darkness, Wen Yue opened his eyes suddenly, consciousness flooded back into his body, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He looked up at the wall clock, it was three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Wen Yue hurriedly got out of bed, gulped down half a bottle of mineral water, and then completely returned from the dream.

"Bo Xianyun..." The name seemed to be engraved in his mind, lingering for a long time.

In the early morning two days later, the three of Wen Yue set off before dawn and arrived at the uncle's mansion very early.

The first seven is a kind of folklore.

On this day, the dead return from the underworld and bid farewell to their families.

Wen Yue had vaguely heard of this folk custom in filming in her previous life, and blurted it out in a hurry.

To preside over the ceremony today, for Wen Yue, it was a complete rush to put the ducks on the shelves.

He wanted to ask Bo Xianyun for help, but that night felt too weird. He could only hear two words "avoiding evil spirits" clearly, but he couldn't figure it out at all.

Wen Yue only heard about "the first seven Huihuns", but after checking the information on the Internet, he found out that "Huihun" is also called "Huishu".

At the same time, there is also a kind of "sorrow" that comes back, which is a very scary thing in the custom of mourning.

Wen Yue thought for two days, but couldn't comprehend the meaning of the words Bo Xianyun at all.

They entered the quaint courtyard gate again. Even before dawn, there were already many people waiting inside, and it was actually quite lively.

"Master, Master Wen." Someone called him next to him, Wen Yue looked down, and it was the rich lady.

"Mrs. Guo, hello!" Wen Yue smiled.

"Master Wen knows my surname? Could it be divination?" Mrs. Guo's eyes were shining with gossip.

"Mrs. Guo was joking." Wen Yue was secretly startled, "Is her surname really Guo?"

The aroma came out, and Mrs. Guo held a pale pink business card, "Please accept it, Master."

Wen Yue took it with both hands, her heart was full of doubts, and her head was full of question marks.

"Master, Mrs. Mao is over there in the main house." She raised her finger, and there was a faint fox-like brilliance in her eyes.

"Hello, it's me. Is there something urgent?" Mao Shining stood in the pavilion on a high place to answer the phone. The voice was as loud as the radio, which attracted everyone's attention.

"Oh, I'm at a relative's house." With his back turned to the yard, he didn't notice the eyes of everyone, "Today my cousin returned to her soul, it's not filming, it's a real thing!"

"Don't you know that Huihun, the first seven dead souls go home and say goodbye to their relatives. Don't talk about the Yin Qi, there is also the evil god, yes, it is also called the bad god,"

"Yeah, whoever meets someone is unlucky. It's okay to ask for anything. It can range from loss of money to family ruin. My family is fine, so it's hard to say that it's okay to just join in the fun."

"Hey, who told us that our blood is thicker than water? Well, let's do it for now, and I'll get back to you when I'm done..."

Mao Shining hung up the phone and turned around. Everyone in the yard turned blue and quickly looked away.

Not long after, Da Ma, Mao Shan and Meng Wei appeared in the yard together.

Mrs. Guo took the lead and said, "Mrs. Mao is ready? Why don't you see Mr. Mao?"

Mao Shan's eyes were red, "My dad was too sad and fell ill, and he is still in the hospital."

Liang Liang hurriedly asked, "Is uncle serious? Why didn't you inform us?"

Mao Shan rolled her eyes, "My dad got sick because you came to disturb me two days ago."

"Didn't you ask my sister to sign the letter of intent for the transfer?" Mao Shining snorted coldly, "Don't talk if you can't speak, you are good at distorting the facts."

"You!" Mao Shan was so annoyed that she became angry.

Seeing that the two were about to have a conflict, Mao Shan was grabbed by someone, and seeing Meng Wei in a blink of an eye, she immediately softened her attitude, "Hmph, for the sake of blood relationship, I will let you go!"

Mrs. Guo finally interjected, "Mrs. Mao, you are right. We have bid farewell to Xiaowan, and we don't need to attend today's ceremony. The call at home just now is urgent. Let's take my leave first, and see you another day!"

Hearing what she said, all the guests followed and descended the donkey. Three to five minutes later, there were only four members of the Mao family left in the yard, plus Wen Yue and Meng Wei.

Meng Wei said: "Didn't you say that the ceremony cannot see the light? It's almost dawn."

Mrs. Mao urged: "Master Wen, let's start quickly."

Wen Yue nodded, with a serious face, and asked in a deep voice: "Can I go to the room of the deceased?"

Mrs. Mao agreed again and again, and led everyone up to the second floor.

Mao Wan's room is located at the innermost part of the corridor, and the courtyard wall is outside the window.

The furnishings and decorations are full of money, which shows that Mao Wan lives extravagantly.

Wen Yue said: "The evil god will come with the dead soul. If you want to talk to the dead soul, you have to trap the evil god and bring the ashes."

"Here we come!" Mao Shining took out a plastic bag from his backpack, filled with gray and white fine particles.

Mrs. Mao and the three watched Wen Yue spread a dense layer of ashes on the expensive carpet and bed, and they couldn't help looking at each other.

But seeing Wen Yue's serious expression, she didn't dare to disturb him, and waited patiently for him to finish. When they gathered at the door together, Mrs. Mao finally asked the reason.

Wen Yue closed her eyes for a moment, then said calmly: "This is a way to 'avoid the evil spirit', because the evil spirit will enter the dormitory of the dead, and the ashes prevent it from getting close to the bed, so it is trapped in the room to procrastinate."