Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (27)
Bai Weiwei opened the door, just about to step in.
Ji Yongchuan realized something was wrong, he reached out and directly pulled her arm.
Dragging her behind him in an instant.
Bai Weiwei wondered: “What’s the matter?”
Ji Yongchuan was silent, his body’s variety of dark, cold, and evil qi were slightly exuded out.
There were no lights on in the house, however countless candles were lit.
The candles were arranged in a surreal circle.
A man was sitting in the center of the circle. Short messy black hair covered his forehead, he was dressed in blue Taoist clothes1 and carried a peach wood sword.
He held a bagua mirror in his off hand. His left eye wrapped with a white satin cloth, it lined his black hair, giving him a clean and cool appeal.
Bai Weiwei peeked her head out and saw him.
She searched through her memories, and couldn’t help but softly call: “Uncle.”
The Bai family’s only remaining exorcist, Bai Wen, was a legend.
This man had been away from home for a long time, traveling everywhere.
This time he only returned because his brother and sister-in-law had died, so he needed to take over the task of raising Bai Weiwei.
Said to be parenting, but sending money was enough.
They hadn’t seen each other’s faces in years.
So not only was Bai Wen unfamiliar with Bai Weiwei’s character.
Bai Weiwei also didn’t understand this Uncle.
The only thing she was certain of was that Bai Wen would protect Bai Weiwei.
Bai Wens eyes were indifferent, “Weiwei, what sort of thing did you bring home? The house is overflowing with evil spirit qi, living like this long-term would damage your longevity.”
Bai Weiwei had some pressure beneath this kind of headmaster’s eyes.
Even so, she insisted on being a silly white sweet. She would unwaveringly pit Ji Yongchuan to death with this character set this month.
She immediately smiled, instantly particularly happy. She reached out to hold Ji Yongchuan’s hand, “Uncle, little Gege isn’t an evil spirit, he’s gentle. He and I are now boyfriend and girlfriend.”
Ji Yongchuan’s mind flashed a thread of doubt when did they become boyfriend and girlfriend.
Weren’t they still in the ambiguous stage?
Of course, he was willing to push for this progress.
Bai Wen scolded coldly: “Nonsense, it’s a lone wild ghost of unknown origin. You just emerged from a difficult situation, cherish your life.”
Bai Weiwei got angry and took a few steps forward, “Uncle, have you ever been in love?”
Bai Wen: No word was right .
Bai Weiwei humphed frigidly: “You haven’t been in love, how you are qualified to gesticulate on my love.”
Bai Wen: Single dogs don’t even have the right to educate their own nieces?
Bai Weiwei sweetened up, “Little Gege’s great, how can someone who hasn’t been in love understand this joyful passion.”
Bai Wen: Feels like being strapped into a sieve.
Ji Yongchuan even had a trace of movement in his heart from Bai Weiwei’s protection.
Bai Wen wasn’t good with nonsense. He suddenly pulled out the peach wood sword from behind him, and the candles’ fires burst, all morphing into an icy green.
Deep in Ji Yongchuan’s pupils, an unknown red surfaced.
This was a ghost qi fire, it could do great harm to ghosts.
Bai Wen moved so fast that it was almost imperceptible, he grabbed Bai Weiwei’s hand in the blink of an eye.
He ruthlessly pulled her whole person and threw her into a circle of rice.
Circles could isolate approaching ghosts, they could also restrain people.
Bai Weiwei wanted to run out, however her face suddenly slammed into an invisible obstacle, she was nearly disfigured.
“Uncle, what are you trying to do, let me out.”
Bai Wen ignored Bai Weiwei. He pulled out a blank talisman, bit some blood from his tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood on the talisman paper.
He moved his fingertips, forming a symbol.
He slapped the paper on the peach wood sword, and knocked it hard against the ground, “Set.”
Ji Yongchuan’s face changed greatly, and his figure suddenly recoiled.
But it was too late, the candlelight, the rooster blood, and the ink line at the center of the peach wood sword, formed a frightful cage.
The ghostly strength in Ji Yongchuan’s body was only from eating those treasures.
Therefore he didn’t have a continuous supply of power, by that little bit of candlelight, more than half of his strength was lost.
An inky mesh covered his face, hiding him, and bound him completely.
He raised his eyes to see Bai Wen standing in front of him, staring at him with one eye. The peach wood sword in his hand was raised, “let me see your true nature as an evil spirit. Appear!”