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

Realizing he had lost his composure, Yin Huaixi wished he could dig a hole like a mole, bury himself, and disappear into the crowd.

Ahhhhh!

Every time she was with Sang Che, she would be furious.

Unlike Yin Huaixi's awkward social death, Sang Che didn't care about other people's opinions at all, and she moved closer to Yin Huaixi.

He asked expectantly, "Huaixi, what did you just say?"

Feeling ashamed, Yin Huaixi simply covered her ears with two fingers and muttered to herself.

"I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything!"

Sang Che chuckled at Yin Huaixi's self-deception.

"I heard you."

"Huaixi, you finally said it, you actually like me too."

Sang Che reached out and took the cup of milk tea from Yin Huaixi's hand, and drank it naturally. She didn't really like this kind of sweet milk tea.

But now, I'm in a good mood.

Sang Che felt he could drink anything.

Everything was incredibly delicious.

"You heard me... that's enough."

"Don't say those kinds of things again later."

Yin Huaixi felt a little embarrassed as she watched Sang Che's red lips suck on the straw she had just bitten.

"What...things?"

"Every word I said to Huaixi came from the bottom of my heart. There was no deception or joking in it."

"That was my sincere love for my wife."

The park was filled with the noisy chatter of children and the occasional outburst of profanity from adults, but Sang Che continued to speak in classical Chinese.

She is gentle and refined, like a clear breeze and the bright moon.

Standing under the lush green shade of the trees.

Even a few butterflies lingered around her, unconsciously drawing closer.

Even wearing only the simplest white T-shirt, Sang Che's tranquil and composed demeanor is enough to outshine most modern people.

They suddenly approached.

Sang Che only had eyes for Yin Huaixi.

"What I say is as clear as day and as clear as the gods. Huaixi, as long as you want to live, I will let you live."

"Forever and ever."

Faced with Sang Che's promise, Yin Huaixi actually didn't know how to respond.

She walked side by side with Sang Che, opened her backpack, and held up the parasol.

Sang Che is such a fair-skinned person, like a piece of soft tofu. If he gets tanned...

That would be such a pity, wouldn't it?

"Huaixi, I've said so much, and you're not going to reply to me at all?"

The burning sensation on his skin lessened considerably, and Sang Che suddenly wanted to know what Yin Huaixi was really thinking.

Did he really think what she said was a fantasy, or did Yin Huaixi also want to walk with her for a long time?

Their steps faltered.

Yin Huaixi gripped the umbrella handle tightly, staring helplessly at the cracks in the bricks on the ground. "Ache, can you please not be so nice to me sometimes? It makes me feel like I'm completely useless."

"I'm not good enough for you."

These weren't just words Yin Huaixi used to deflect Sang Che's criticism; they were genuinely what she thought.

If she really had to consider a partner, Yin Huaixi sincerely asked if she didn't really want to find a lover who was much better than herself.

The other party's accommodations and consideration.

Yin Huaixi would wonder if Sang Che ever needed her.

If she gets together with Sang Che in the future, will Sang Che have to take care of her and accommodate her for the rest of her life?

That would be so embarrassing.

Sang Che: "Huai Xi, is this what you're worried about? But I don't think it's a big deal."

Having long been accustomed to Sang Che's personality, Yin Huaixi sighed helplessly in her heart.

Ah Che had no idea what she cared about.

"Alright, alright, A-Che, let's go home. Just pretend I didn't say anything."

...

Under the shade of a locust tree.

A gust of cold wind blew by.

"Sister, we've been following him all day, and he doesn't seem strange at all. Could we be overthinking it?"

Both female ghosts possessed a thousand years of cultivation and naturally had some secret techniques that allowed them to avoid the scorching heat of the midday sun and prevent them from being reduced to ashes.

"You're being too careless with your thinking. A true master keeps a low profile and doesn't flaunt their abilities."

"Just wait and see."

"Is everything ready?"

"When the time comes, I'll use that Miao woman's body, and the rest will be yours."

Hearing that her sister was going to give her a reward, the other female ghost's impatience subsided considerably.

Yes, if it were really that easy to obtain an expensive body, she really wouldn't believe that the body wasn't a scam.

My older sister is definitely a "veteran".

Listen to your sister, you can't go wrong.

...

Carrying large and small bags of daily necessities, Yin Huaixi returned home.

Yin Huaixi had already told her parents that one of her classmates would be staying at her house temporarily. Before Sang Che's house was settled, Yin Huaixi couldn't let Sang Che, a weak woman who was blind, live alone.

After taking the medicine, Master Lingxu, who was meditating, looked much better.

He then drew a huge array in the house, intending to ward off the "uninvited guests" that night.

The saying "a vengeful ghost is hard to deal with" is no joke. Once you get involved with something or become tainted by bad luck, the vengeful ghost will not stop until it kills you.

Sang Che didn't feel anything about the Taoist priest drawing magic circles on the ground.

"Ah Che, are you hungry?"

"I'll go cook."

Yin Huaixi raised her hand to gather her hair into a ponytail, hung the apron on her body, and smiled sweetly at Sang Che.

Seeing her like this, Sang Che didn't want Yin Huaixi to be too tired.

But she had never eaten anything cooked by Yin Huaixi himself, and a longing arose in her heart.

How is Huaixi's cooking?

Is it as delicious as her lips...?

"it is good."

"Huaixi, should I ask Ya'er for help?"

What? You let a snake in?

Yin Huaixi thought of that scene and felt it was too beautiful, making her scalp tingle!

She gave an awkward laugh and quickly waved her hand.

"No, no need."

"Ah Che, you should let Xiao Ya'er get some rest too!"

The food was quickly cooked, and Yin Huaixi was thinking of finding a large pot to put the stewing chicken soup in, but as soon as she turned around, a dark shadow floated in.

The dark figure darted away quickly, exhaling a murky breath that drifted into the chicken soup.

When Yin Huaixi opened the kitchen door again, the dark figure vanished instantly, without a trace.

"Sister, it's done."

This medicine was obtained from the black market in the underworld; it is colorless and odorless, and only effective for those with spiritual energy.

Ordinary people who drink chicken soup mixed with powder will find it delicious and can't help but drink more.

However, if someone with spiritual power drinks it, their spiritual energy will become blocked and unable to circulate properly, and they may even be at risk of exploding and dying.

I followed them for a whole day.

She and her sister naturally realized which of the two was the most useful.

Targeting the most ruthless one is always the right move.

"Hmm, don't give yourself away."

"That way we can attack them, catch them off guard."

As vengeful ghosts, they have encountered many capable and extraordinary individuals over the years who waved flags and shouted threats to kill them.

There are fake Taoists and fake monks who are just trying to take advantage of the situation and get free rewards, as well as truly accomplished individuals who have inherited the mantle and want to do good for the people.

If they had been underestimated, they probably would have died long ago, just like Ah Yin.

...

After serving the dishes and chicken soup, Yin Huaixi scooped out a bowl and handed it to Sang Che.

"Ah Che, would you like some soup to nourish yourself?"

You've been looking quite tired lately.

Seeing that it was Yin Huaixi who handed him the soup, Sang Che accepted it.

"it is good."

"Thank you, my wife."