Chapter 90 Fire in the Harem

The design of the palace is wonderful. The inner hall at the center is empty of ghosts. From the outer hall to the surrounding buildings, ghosts come and go. There are long streets, pubs, theaters, and arches. It is like a small city.

Of course, ordinary ghosts can't get in here.

Those who can operate here are not ghost bosses who open shops, or priests with heads and faces.

Jingxian said: "Before this place was even more lively. But in the past few months, haven't I sent a lot of ghosts to find the formation? There are too many ghosts on business trips, and the place is not so prosperous anymore."

"There are quite a lot of people." Lu Yingjiu said.

This ghost traffic reminded him of the weekend pedestrian streets in big cities.

Jing Xian led him through a jet-black gate that was dozens of meters high, and he saw the bustling long street.

Lu Yingjiu said that he wanted to take a stroll here and experience the customs of the ghost world.

Of course Jingxian would not miss this opportunity to enhance his relationship, and immediately raised his hand, two little ghosts came out from the ground and offered him something to his hands.

It was a half-face mask made of jade, with black as the main body, and red outlines a wolf-tooth-like pattern on the edge. Overall, it gave people a chilling sense of unease. Jingxian put it on his face and said, "This is what I usually use for private visits. Do you want one?"

In addition to him, there are many ghosts wearing masks on this street.

Some are priests who don't want to show their faces and reveal their identities, and some are ugly and don't want to see people.

Lu Yingjiu shook his head and said, "No, no one here knows me anyway."

"How come," Jingxian said, "I've posted your portrait for so many years."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He gave up arguing with Jingxian about this topic and took the lead to move forward.

The long street is gloomy, and there are many shops.

They walked down the road one after the other, Lu Yingjiu cradling the hair balls - it looked left and right excitedly, full of curiosity.

"Baozi! Fresh Baozi is on sale!"

"Don't miss it when you pass by! Steamed buns are on sale!"

The ghost boss in the steamed buns greeted him warmly. Lu Yingjiu went over and saw that black juice poured out of the soup bag and fell on the ground with a sizzling sound.

Lu Yingjiu asked Jingxian in a low voice, "What's in this bun?"

"Rotten water." Jingxian said, "It's made from corpses, and if you eat it, your intestines will rot."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He grabbed the eager hair balls and walked away quickly.

Next, they saw a makeshift stage set up on the street.

Several actors dressed in gorgeous costumes sang babblethat was the ancient language of the ghost world, and Lu Yingjiu couldn't understand it.

It was pitch black and crowded with ghosts, and they couldn't even get in.

Jingxian explained: "This play is called "More Than Thirteen". It is about a woman in the world who was born beautiful, and waited for her lover for thirteen years. She finally fell ill and died - and her lover married in the capital. Three wives and four concubines, I have long forgotten her."

Lu Yingjiu was a little surprised: "This style of opera is also popular in the ghost world?"

"It doesn't count." Jing Xian hesitated for a few seconds, then took his hand, "You'll understand after listening to it."

The front row of the stage is full of ghosts, and there is no way to settle.

Lu Yingjiu was thinking about how Jingxian was going to squeeze past when he saw Jingxian snap his fingers.

A gloomy wind.

The wind was like a sharp blade, and it fluttered across the heads of the ghosts. Lu Yingjiu only heard a few "pu chi", and then there were more than a dozen flying heads in the air!

Lu Yingjiu: ?

The heads of the ghosts in the front row were shaved clean. Large swathes of blood spread out, but did not drip on them at all. The head in the air shouted in confusion: "Alas! Why did my head fall off!"

A group of headless corpses ran away in a panic, each looking for his own head.

Lu Yingjiu: ? ?

It's too hellish, isn't it? !

There is no one in front now, and the other ghosts seem to be accustomed to it, not responding at all, and are still concentrating on watching the play.

Jing Xian put his arms around him, went to the bottom of the stage with ease, picked a wooden table and sat down.

Immediately, a kid came up and brought them peanuts, melon seeds and... iced Coke.

Lu Yingjiu has not yet come out of the shock of "the audience is looking for their heads all over the place". He weighed the Coke can and asked, "Is this also your invention?"

"Yes." Jing Xian nodded, "Coke is so delicious, it would be a waste not to promote it." After speaking, he opened the Coke in his hand and handed it to Lu Yingjiu.

The two were drinking Coke while watching a play.

Jing Xian acted as a translator, and the ghost on stage sang a sentence, and he explained it to Lu Yingjiu.

About the plot is: The woman caught a cold in the thirteenth year of waiting, and the high fever persisted for several days, and finally died of the disease.

——When ordinary operas sing in this place, it is almost time to end, mainly expressing women's "grievances".

But the ghost world version of the play is obviously different.

After the woman died, she turned into a ghost.

The sleeves of the singing on the stage were raised, and a female ghost with blue face and fangs appeared. She decorated her brows and eyes with rouge, and her appearance quickly returned to normal.

She was dressed in Tsing Yi, leaned against the locust tree at the entrance of the village, and seduced pedestrians with her graceful singing voice.

When the pedestrians were charmed, she possessed her and manipulated them towards the capital. When the pedestrians are exhausted, she will eat them clean and continue to find the next prey.

So all the way to Beijing.

The woman knew that her lover had already become a high-ranking official, and her wives and concubines were in groups.

She possessed a handmaiden and infiltrated his mansion.

Lu Yingjiu watched intently.

The performance of this play is quite delicate, and the scenery is all made with great effort. Although it is simple, it is lifelike.

Jing Xian was eating peanuts, and soon his hands became dishonest. He sat a little closer and pulled his hands down on the tablecloth.

Lu Yingjiu was too used to his stickiness these days, so he let him go.

On the stage, the lights are on.

It is also a coincidence that the lover is fond of the new and hates the old. He just divorced his wife not long ago, and is preparing to marry a new love today. The female ghost just appeared at his wedding, and when the sleeves were raised, a gust of wind blew the guests down.

The petite wife exclaimed, not knowing where she was blown away by the gloomy wind.

The red hijab is still the red hijab, and the phoenix crown is still the phoenix crown.

It's just that the bride has been replaced by a ghost.

The lover knew nothing about it.

The man and the ghost were standing face to face, a bit weird.

A god next to him sighed: "I like ghost marriage the most!"

"That's right, that's right, how exciting people and ghosts are together!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jingxian laughed beside him, he ate two peanuts with a guilty conscience.

The man and the ghost worshiped each other and were sent to the bridal chamber.

The female ghost sat on the bed with her hijab covered, without saying a word, her clothes were bloody.

When her lover sat beside her and gently held her hand, she said leisurely, "Xiao Lang, do you remember me?"

Xiao Lang was taken aback and recognized her voice!

He flung his hand and wanted to run, but his hand was pulled like iron tongs.

The woman held him with a cold hand and said leisurely: "Xiao Lang, I have waited for you for thirteen years, a full thirteen years."

"I, I, I..." Xiao Lang was shaking all over, "This is a misunderstanding! I didn't want to leave you! I just, I just don't have time to go back to my hometown!"

"Liar." The female ghost's tone was cold, and she lifted her hijab, revealing an extremely pale face, "You are living a life of harmony and beauty in groups of wives and concubines. You know, how have I lived these thirteen years? Is it?"

Xiao Lang shook his head desperately.

The female ghost's nails irritated the back of his hand, and blood flowed down.

She took something out of her pocket...

Lu Yingjiu looked at it intently.

I saw the female ghost holding a can of Coke and shouting, "I live by drinking Underworld Coke every day!! For thirteen years, every day, I have to drink Underworld Coke!"

Lu Yingjiu: ? ? ?

He was stunned.

As soon as the female ghost waved, Xiao Lang's head fell to the ground. Then she took Coke and walked to the auditorium step by step: "Coke in the underworld is good, and you will never get old after drinking it; Coke in the underworld is good, and everyone is healthy after one sip."

A burst of fireworks erupted, and two little ghosts pulled out a banner: [Coke in the underworld, buy one get one free today]

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and all the ghosts invariably took out Coke and poured it into their mouths.

Lu Yingjiu was shocked and asked Jingxian: "This, this drama shouldn't be arranged by you?!"

"How is that possible." Jing Xian said, "I sent the Coke Company's advertising department to do it, and their civil servants made this thing up. It turned out to be quite useful. Last quarter, the sales of Coke increased. Three or four percent."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jingxian said, "There are other operas, do you want to watch them? We can enjoy them slowly in a private room."

Lu Yingjiu's scalp went numb: "No, no." After saying that, he pulled Jingxian and squeezed out the crowd.

Next, Lu Yingjiu enjoyed the Cuju competition.

A group of goblins chased and kicked a skull.

He also enjoyed the vaudeville show.

The performance failed, and the performer was swallowed by the beast he raised.

There are also street stalls.

People who sell bones, people who sell eyes, and people who sell heads, are everywhere.

When Lu Yingjiu had finished walking down the street, he almost watched all the plots that horror movies should have.

What's even more terrifying is that, as Jing Xian said...

He didn't take a few dozen steps before he could see the damn stickman portrait at the corner of the street and the door of the shop.

Lu Yingjiu rubbed his brow bones: "Jingxian, let's, let's go directly to the inner hall."

"Okay," Jing Xian felt a little regretful, "I was thinking of having a drink with you."

"It's okay to drink where you live." Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath, "Just don't let me see such a hellish thing for a while."

Jing Xian blew a whistle.

Two horses stepped on the ghost fire and came looking for the sound.

They got on their horses and headed towards the inner hall one after the other.

I don't know how many downtowns have passed through, and have entered a few heavy gates guarded by Yin soldiers, and the noise finally faded away.

The ghosts are far away from here, and the road is empty.

Gorgeous palaces are scattered around, surrounding the most central main hall.

The main hall is resplendent, with a long staircase in front of the hall.

The pure black stairs are made of jade and engraved with patterns. Most of them are ferocious ghosts, at least eight or nine hundred levels. This is for the worship of thousands of ghosts. Lu Yingjiu can imagine the grandeur of the priests kneeling here just by looking at it.

Only a little bad.

There are still stick figures in the lanes.

The two ghost horses walked lightly and stepped on the steps.

But after going up a few hundred levels, there are clouds and mists lingering in the sleeves, cool.

Lu Yingjiu asked, "Jingxian, I was thinking about something when I just watched that play."

"What?" Jingxian asked, "If you want to drink Coke, I have a lot."

Lu Yingjiu: "...No."

The surrounding clouds and mists rose and fell, and the horses' hoofs stepped on the jade.

Lu Yingjiu said: "I'm still thinking, first, why haven't I met Tiandao's attendant for more than 20 years before? Second, since Tiandao wants to take my life, why does it have a fake wedding? ?"

He had asked Jingxian these two questions before.

Jing Xian's attitude is a bit strange.

For the first question, he clearly said he didn't know.

But for the second question, he just vaguely mentioned it - it was this place that made Lu Yingjiu feel that something was wrong.

Sure enough, this time Jingxian still said: "I don't know either. Maybe when you figure out the formation, you'll know the answer."

Lu Yingjiu made an "oh" sound, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

Ghost horse all the way up, until the palace.

At the end of the stairs, the big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dance are written on the plaque: [Anonymous Hall]

Underneath is a pitch-black throne. can't tell what material it is made of. It just feels murderous, as if it was condensed from countless bones and souls.

Jingxian said, "Would you like to go up and sit down?"

"...No." Lu Yingjiu said, "My shadow on the sofa in the underworld has not disappeared."

Jingxian was very sorry, and said again: "Then there is nothing to see here."

Lu Yingjiu believed it to be true.

Until Jingxian embraced him and went straight to a place like a bedroom.

He instinctively felt dangerous: "...Why did you come directly to the sleeping place?"

"There's no such thing." Jingxian walked quickly under his feet, "It's your illusion, I'm just showing you around."

After he finished speaking, he took Lu Yingjiu to the harem.

There are many palaces, big and small.

All harem.

The Shuangyuelou, the Purple Pavilion, the Qinghua Palace, and the Dream Palace are extremely gorgeous.

"..." Lu Yingjiu narrowed his eyes, "Jingxian, why do you have so many harems?"

Jing Xian paused at his feet, his heart froze, his back stiffened, and his scalp tingled.

——He patronized and took Lu Yingjiu to the bedroom, but he forgot about it!

problem occurs!

Something happened!

He turned his head and grabbed Lu Yingjiu tightly: "Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! This part of the harem was not designed by me!"

Lu Yingjiu: "Oh."

Jingxian's speech was fast: "I've had several sleepy days. Part of this palace was completed while I was asleep. That's why they built so many harems!"

Lu Yingjiu: "Oh." He raised his eyebrows, "It seems that your subordinates understand your intentions very well."

Jingxian: ? ? !

He had the feeling that he was about to kneel on the durian... No, if this is not explained clearly, his wife will be gone!

As soon as he grabbed Lu Yingjiu, he rushed to the Shuangyue Building next to him.

Shuangyuelou, as the name suggests, is a beautiful pavilion. The top is immersed in the clouds and mist, and when it is late at night, there is quite a romantic feeling of picking stars and exploring the moon.

The two go in.

Jingxian pointed at the wall and said, "Look!"

Delicate scrolls hang on the walls.

A little stickman is drawn on the scroll.

Inscription: 【My Love Lu Yingjiu 】

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jingxian said, "This is a building for you!"

He dragged Lu Yingjiu again and walked around the large and small buildings in the harem.

Jiangzi Pavilion, Qinghua Palace, Rumeng Palace, Luoyuxuan...

All with a stickman in the middle.

Jingxian said, "These are all for you." He pulled Lu Yingjiu to the corner again.

There is also a building in the corner, but it is simple and shabby, and the painting style does not fit.

Jingxian emphasized: "This is the cold palace. Even the cold palace has your name written on it!"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jingxian was too nervous: "My love for you is endless and endless, the sun and the moon can learn from the ancient times..."

"Stop, stop." Lu Yingjiu interrupted him, "Stop."

He rubbed his brow bone, and after a few seconds he couldn't help but lower his head and smile.

Jingxian looked at his face: "Are you still angry?"

"No." Lu Yingjiu kissed him and said with a smile, "Nothing from the beginning to the end. It's just to make fun of you. How can I doubt your sincerity?"

——However, his teasing and kissing caused something to happen.

That night, the hair balls were thrown outside the palace by Jingxian, and he was so happy that he ate a lot of skulls.

There is a saying that the dog protects the master.

It obviously doesn't work, just give the owner something to eat and forget about it.

And Lu Yingjiu had a taste of how soft the bed and quilt in the bedroom was.

Soft enough to sink in, soft enough to stifle a vague murmur. The body could not find a point of leverage, and it was ups and downs in the wild waves. In the dim light, Jing Xian could only see Jing Xian resting his hand beside his head, the lines of his beautiful muscles were tense, and the deep eyes were burning with fire.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the two finished their toss.

After a simple wash, the body is lightly scented. The house also burns incense to help sleep, which makes people feel calm.

Jing Xian held Lu Yingjiu, as usual, like a male beast protecting the territory.

Lu Yingjiu was lying in his arms with his eyes closed.

After a while, he asked, "Jingxian, what is going on with the fake wedding? You know the truth, right?"

Jing Xian did not answer.

after a long time.

Until Lu Yingjiu was about to fall asleep, until he thought that Jingxian would not speak anymore...

Jing Xiancai said in a low voice, "If the Dao of Heaven wants to take people away, it must cut off all your predestined relationships in the world. Fate is also divided into three, six, and nine categories, such as the fate of master and apprentice, or the fate of friends is relatively secondary. What matters is the blood relatives."

"When you met a fake wedding before, didn't I rescue you once. If it were your parents, it would be possible to do the same - it's just not as easy, and casualties are inevitable."

Lu Yingjiu thought about it.

His mother, Zhuang Xue, died early, and his cheap father had not been seen for more than ten years.

He has no blood relatives.

He said sleepily, "But what does this have to do with weddings?"

Jingxian was silent for a few seconds: "The marriage contract is also included in the important fate." He reached out and stroked Lu Yingjiu's temples, "You and I are married, it will take more and more effort to take away you.The purpose of the fake wedding is to make you worship with another person. When a new marriage contract is forcibly formed, the fate with me will disappear."

Until then, I am afraid that no one in this world can stop the way of heaven.

Lu Yingjiu changed slightly.

He was completely awake now, and he didn't know what to say.

Then, a bad premonition quickly rose in his heart.

——This hunch was not born out of thin air.

As early as when Jingxian took action for him over and over again and fought against the Tao of Heaven, this sense of unease has always existed.

His mind wandered, and he quickly realized that there was not only one way to unravel the marriage contract.

...if Jingxian died, the effect would be the same.

He knew that Jingxian's strength far surpassed him, and also far surpassed any ghosts and gods.

but……

Born as a ghost, born as a god.

Without a physical body, he floats in a daze between heaven and earth.

Priests and human beings are restricted by the way of heaven differently.

These days, Lu Yingjiu kept looking through various ancient books in the ghost world, and asked Jing Xian about many details. He came to a general conclusion: Tiandao must send attendants to hunt down and kill humans, but to face ghosts, there are many ways to go. For example, thunder tribulations, such as inner demons, any of them are more deadly.

His heart was a mess, but Jing Xian slowly smoothed his frown.

Jing Xian smiled and said: "Look, I don't want to tell you that's the reason. You must be worried when you know it." He kissed Jinlu Yingjiu's forehead, "Go to sleep, don't think so much. Your husband is very powerful. , how can you lose to that cruel and unkind thing?"

——What did he say, but this night, Lu Yingjiu didn't sleep well.

In his dreams, he hugged Jingxian tightly, for fear that if he relaxed a little, Jingxian would disappear.

And Jingxian comforted him over and over again when he was half asleep, grabbed his hand loosely, and kissed his brow lightly.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Lu Yingjiu woke up, opened the window, and the fresh air rushed in.

His head was dizzy, still remembering what happened last night.

It can't go on like this. He thought to himself that he must return to the world immediately and make a break with the Tao of Heaven.

Mind is set.

Lu Yingjiu turned to discuss with Jingxian, but suddenly stopped.

On the horizon, huge eyes slowly opened.

This time, its sight swept across Lu Yingjiu.

He looked straight at Jingxian.