C48 He Hao (1/2)

Fang Miaomiao took a deep breath, followed by a long exhale. The stench of blood had already disappeared without a trace.

She suppressed the doubts in her heart and faintly smiled: ”Maybe I was wrong.”

Lu Zhinan's beautiful eyebrows furrowed as he asked in concern, ”Heavenly Master Fang, are you sure there aren't any problems?”

Fang Miaomiao pondered for a moment, then said: ”Don't worry, it will be fine.”

The group passed through the Moon's Passage Gate and headed towards the northeast corner of the courtyard. There was a small stone house built into a building, with a light shining inside. There were even servants guarding the place from all four sides.

Not long after, the stone house's door opened from the inside and a slightly hunchbacked old man slowly walked out. He was dressed in coarse clothes and had a walking stick in his hand. His hair was completely white and his face was thin.

When the surrounding servants saw him come out, they immediately bowed and greeted him, ”Old Master.”

ghost evil was startled, he realised that his mouth was bitter.

”He Hao.”

There was no sigh in his voice, but it was instead filled with desolation.

He Hao walked very slowly, every step he took seemed to consume a lot of energy. Finally, he walked to the front of ghost evil and raised his head as if he had sensed something. His murky eyes were filled with exhaustion and vicissitudes of life.

ghost evil quietly stared at him, not missing a single expression on his face. He hoped to find some clues from it.

He Hao coughed severely, the sound of his walking stick hitting the ground reverberated through the night. One step two steps, slowly, He Hao finally brushed past the ghost evil.

ghost evil turned around and watched He Hao's back as he disappeared around the corner.

Qing Yuan slightly opened her mouth and exhaled a mouthful of mist. A few servants felt dizzy within the mist and fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Miaomiao said: ”Let's go in and take a look.”

The four of them walked into the stone house and saw two rows of oil lamps lit up inside. In front of the incense burner were two memorial tablets with offerings and incense stoves.

Lu Zhinan walked forward, looked at the tablet, and softly recited, ”Wife Wu Xiufen. direct wife, Wang Yuzhi. ”

When ghost evil heard this, his body suddenly trembled, and the only hint of blood on his lips was sucked dry.

Qing Yuan tilted her head and thought about it, then whispered into Fang Miaomiao's ears. ”This direct wife of hers, Wang Yuzhi, should be the ghost evil, and that wife Wu Xiufen …”

Fang Miaomiao continued: ”Presumably, she is He Hao's fiancee.”

ghost evil's eyes seemed to be flashing with light. Her soul had been suppressed by the Soul Suppressing Curse ever since the seventh head appeared, so she didn't know what had happened afterwards.

What exactly was He Hao thinking in his heart?

If he hated her, why did he put her memorial tablet with the woman he loved? If he didn't hate her, why did he use the Soul Suppressing Curse on her and sink her into the ice-cold pond? Why did he set up the Soul Luring Extermination Formation in order to put the Wang family to death?

She didn't know, she couldn't figure it out.

Qing Yuan tugged on Lu Zhinan's sleeves, frowned, and asked, ”Young Marquis, I don't understand a man's heart, what do you think?”

Lu Zhinan lowered his eyes and stayed silent for a long while. After a while, he finally spoke: ”I think, he's just doing this for the sake of his peace of mind.”

Lu Zhinan's words caused the ghost evil to suddenly awaken. Right, dozens of years had passed, and the world had changed. Why did she still have some expectations for him? They were hoping that he would regret it, hoping that he would wake up to reality.

He only did it for the sake of his own peace of mind.

How much he loved back then, and how much he hated now. As love and hatred intertwined, although he would not forgive, there would occasionally be a trace of yearning. Perhaps, this was the so called seven emotions of man.

The ghost evil stood there quietly, his blood-red eyes especially deep and cold under the light of the lanterns, as if the bright moon shining through the fluttering leaves, radiating a brilliant light.