The Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (67)
The sacrifice soon ended.
The sword in Ji Yongchuan’s hand disappeared, and a large hole was visible in his chest as he stumbled to the side of the coffin.
Only when he witnessed a Bi’an flower bloom on Bai Weiwei’s forehead did he breathe a sigh of relief.
This flower, condensed from his heart, could protect her secure and smooth life.
It could also defend her from the invasion of hundreds of ghosts.
Ji Yongchuan looked haggard. His red eyes had lost their liveliness, like lifeless sand or stones, there was no sense of movement.
His body began to decay.
A ghost king who lost his heart could survive for a while, but three days later was the day of his succession.
He had no sacrifice, lost his power, and lost his heart.
At that time he would be caught and torn into food by ten thousand ghosts.
Ji Yongchuan wasn’t afraid. He slowly placed his fingers under her nose.
The steady breath of a living person warmly blew past his fingers.
He suddenly gave a clear and gentle smile, “Weiwei, I rescued you.”
Bai Weiwei seemed to hear his voice.
Her eyelashes trembled before opening her lost eyes.
Ji Yongchuan blanked a bit, but his smile became more tender, “En, you woke up.”
Bai Weiwei’s memory was still stuck on the scene of her body being pierced, she murmured, “Am I dead?”
Ji Yongchuan reached out and carried her out of the coffin.
“No, how could I let you die.”
Bai Weiwei was just about to ask something, when he bowed his head with an uncanny red light in his eyes.
“Sleep, have a good rest.”
It was as if Bai Weiwei heard a hypnotic suggestion. She held on for a while before her eyes closed, and she leaned softly into his arms.
Ji Yongchuan’s smiled remained unchanged, “There are three days left, you accompany me for three days, and then……”
After that, she would still be a person of the human world.
And he would remain a lonely ghost of hell, soul scattered, with no existing body.
Bai Weiwei was hypnotized and couldn’t wake up.
She was muddled and struggled to communicate with the system.
“I’m not dead, right? How do I feel like I’m being crushed under a coffin?”
Couldn’t wake up, also wasn’t able to sleep.
She realized that Ji Yongchuan was beside her, he seemed to have helped her bathe, and dressed or something.
The system said in an incomparable state of languish, “Ai, what is love? Passing through yin and yang, leaping across the sky, deep feelings can move people, ah.”
Bai Weiwei: “…… Tongzi, you what?”
System: “The male lead took his heart out, offering it to save you. He intends to keep you asleep for three days, and then throw you back into the human world, going to death on his own.”
Bai Weiwei was taken aback, “What, he sacrificed himself?”
The system was touched: “En, so infatuated, very tragic, ah.”
Bai Weiwei frowned, “The favorability is only eighty five, times almost up, did he just come out here to make trouble?”
System: “Make trouble?”
Bai Weiwei slapped her legs in agitation, “He’s going to ruin everything, where do I go to brush up the favorability?”
System: “The focus isn’t favorability, he is so infatuated, so pitiful……”
Bai Weiwei was uniquely cool and calm, “No, I have to wake up immediately and try to increase the favorability, or else the time limit will run out.”
The system with tears in the corners of its eyes, “No, you listen to me, he’s infatuated……”
Bai Weiwei: “AND I wasted a minimum life subsistence guarantee, five days of life value, ah.”
The gradually sluggish system: “The amount……”
Bai Weiwei: “Tongzi?”
System: “Roll, you cold blooded animal, from now on we’re divorced!1”
Every day, picking up my conscienceless, loveless, virtueless, ghosts knocking on her door, host’s boundary line——
Speaking well or poorly, Bai Weiwei eventually coaxed her little glass hearted system.
The day before Ji Yongchuan would die, she woke up.
When she awakened, she found herself lying in Ji Yongchuan’s arms. He had already opened the passage out of the cemetery.
Just as he was about to go out, he saw Bai Weiwei open her eyes and stare at him.
Ji Yongchuan furrowed his brow, how did she wake up?
“Little Gege?” There were a few threads of confusion in her clear eyes.
Ji Yongchuan’s heart softened, “En, I’ll take you home.”
1: 恩断义绝, ēnduànyìjué, 恩(conjugal)断(break)义绝(compulsory divorce[in feudal China]) It should be noted that this sentence ended in a “?”, but looking at the flow of the conversation, that looked like a typo.↩