After provoking the holy maiden of Miao territory, she was infected with a love curse.

"Dad, you brought my cousin along?"

The two exchanged a knowing glance.

He then began to recite the statement he had prepared earlier.

"Yes, Huaixi."

"Your cousin recently came to the city to look for work, so let her stay at our house for a few days."

"She heard you were coming back today, so she came downstairs to wait for you."

Master Lingxu wore a kind smile as he looked at Sang Che, secretly surprised.

This female ghost could walk under the blazing sun and possessed an immortal body.

Could it be a demon or a monster?!

It seems they shouldn't be underestimated.

Master Lingxu was not unaware of his own limitations; the reason he dared to bring his disciple was because he possessed a treasure passed down from his ancestor.

A ruler made from jujube wood struck by lightning.

This ruler has been passed down from the abbot to him since the establishment of the Taoist temple.

The number of ghosts, monsters, and demons he has killed is countless.

It is a powerful weapon.

Upon seeing the female ghost, Master Lingxu was secretly relieved that he had brought the Thunder-Strike Heavenly Canopy Ruler left by his ancestor.

Having a trump card in hand made him feel a little more at ease.

They won't lose their composure.

In order to appear very close to Master Lingxu's disciple, they were actually sisters.

Yin Huaixi took the initiative to step forward, took the woman's hand, and called her "Cousin".

The woman felt a little awkward about Yin Huaixi's closeness, but she quickly adapted.

Once Sang Che's cold flared up, it couldn't be stopped. Her vision became blurry again, but she could still clearly see the two of them holding hands.

She knew in her heart that Yin Huaixi was acting to deceive her, which was why he was so close to that woman.

Sang Che still felt uneasy.

She handed the tonics she was carrying to Master Lingxu and said softly, "Father-in-law."

This one sentence terrified Master Lingxu.

Who could stand being called a thousand-year-old female ghost like that!

No one could stand it!

"Father-in-law...child, what kind of address is that?"

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Sang Che disagreed.

Using the scent emanating from Yin Huaixi, she wrapped her arm around him.

The woman who was originally standing next to Yin Huaixi also glanced at Sang Che at this moment.

Hmm, is this female ghost... jealous?

She was stunned by Sang Che's handsome face at first sight.

She possessed the beauty of a lotus rising from clear water, yet also a touch of sickly beauty.

As if sensing that someone was watching him, Sang Che's indifferent eyes swept over the woman.

He held Yin Huaixi's hand firmly, as if asserting his dominance.

Xu Ling was shocked; her master was right after all!

The more beautiful a demon or monster is, the more deceptive it becomes!

She has to be extremely careful.

Don't fall for this female ghost's schemes.

Sang Che: "Father-in-law, Huai Xi and I are both in love, and we hope you will grant our request."

There is nothing in this world that Sang Che cannot do. In order to wait for Yin Huaixi to be reincarnated, she is willing to sleep for a thousand years.

How could she possibly abandon her obsession just because of Yin Huaixi, her blood relative for life?

Furthermore, Huaixi can achieve immortality as long as she is fed "Chiyou's divine blood".

These worldly attachments should be let go sooner or later.

The family members she calls her elders will only be an unforgettable memory in Huaixi's life.

And she, as Huaixi's wife.

Then it will accompany Huaixi through countless lifetimes.

Never to be separated.

No one can separate them.

There was no one left.

...

I know that Sang Che has an almost obsessive attachment to the topic of "being together for a lifetime".

Yin Huaixi quickly stepped between Master Lingxu and Sang Che.

Breathing rapidly, Yin Huaixi patted her chest, secretly thinking that thankfully her parents weren't home this time.

If her mother really saw her, she would be dead.

I reckon both of his legs will be broken!

"Dad, that's how it is. I know it will take you and Mom time to process this. Let's go inside and talk, not on the main street, okay?"

He frantically winked at Master Lingxu.

Yin Huaixi almost blinked herself until she cramped up.

Fortunately, Master Lingxu realized at this moment that he shouldn't have wasted his time on what had already happened these past few days.

It's a given that the female ghost has latched onto Xiaoyou; he needs to find a way to get rid of this evil spirit in the next few days.

Good morning, let's go back to the Taoist temple.

For this order, Yin Huaixi agreed that the deposit would be 50,000 yuan, and the full amount would be paid upon receipt of the deposit.

The damaged corner of the Taoist temple was finally able to be repaired, which can be considered as fulfilling his wish.

To make the effect more realistic and to convince the female ghost in front of him, Master Lingxu deliberately kept a straight face and walked back.

"Alright, alright, Huaixi!"

"Wait until we get back inside, then you'll see how I deal with you!"

Despite knowing that the person in front of him was a Taoist priest in disguise, Sang Che was still able to glean some fragments of Yin Huaixi's daily life.

Huaixi is still under such strict control.

There's not even a shred of freedom.

With her eyes blurry, Sang Che could only see Yin Huaixi's profile, and she suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

Sang Che shielded Yin Huaixi from the scorching sun with his shoes, the emerald green leaves of the camphor tree swaying gently like small boats floating in the air.

Bending down, Sang Che asked softly, "Huai Xi, you don't seem happy here."

Sang Che's sudden concern almost made Yin Huaixi's soul leave her body.

She turned to look at Sang Che, and subconsciously created some distance between them.

"You're talking nonsense again."

"This is my home, I'm here, why wouldn't I be happy?"

She looked like a hedgehog.

Sang Che still quite liked the way Yin Huaixi showed her a defensive side.

At least this way, the Yin Huaixi standing in front of her is alive and well, not a pile of bones.

"Huaixi, I just want to tell you that I can be your tree, your harbor. If you are tired, come to me."

"I will always leave a door open for you, so you can vent your frustrations and be unhappy as you please."

"Huaixi, do you understand what I mean?"

"Can you...understand my feelings?"

With Sang Che's blatant signal, how could Yin Huaixi not understand?

But she didn't want to pay attention.

To her, Sang Che was an error to be deleted, a bug that could disappear at any time.

She waited for over a thousand years, and it was something she did willingly.

She didn't force Sang Che.

Even if she wanted to refuse, Yin Huaixi knew now was not the time.

She reached out and grabbed Sang Che's wrist, smiled gently, and led him forward.

"I know."

"Ah Che, but you can't force my family to accept our decision."

"Give them some time, okay?"

Family? They're clearly a group of Taoist priests!

Another deception.

It gently landed on Sang Che's heart once again.

His sincere feelings were once again overturned. Sang Che was stunned for a moment, his mind filled with resentment.

Why, Huai Xi?

Why do you always reject every honest word I tell you?

You'll die if you stay away from me.

Huaixi, is it okay to lose your life?

You are not happy being restricted like this.

You've seen right through me, and you're not happy either.

So how exactly do you find happiness?

Amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within, the butterfly following Sang Che seemed to sense its master's despondency and slowly alighted on the camphor tree and moss.

They folded their wings and stopped flying.

This time, Sang Che held Yin Huaixi's fingers firmly, and any movement on the old staircase would make a loud noise.

Yin Huaixi's wrist hurt.

Before she could even frown and scold him, Yin Huaixi met Sang Che's pure face.

"Huaixi, give me some time too."

"May I?"

Don't send me away again.

Stop dwelling on these things that hurt me.

Even my heart has its limits.