I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

It's all the original owner's muscle memory's fault!

After a less-than-pleasant little incident involving steamed buns.

Despite being known as a "lecherous scoundrel," a "lustful devil," a "street lecher," and a "shameless scoundrel," Ximen Qing still followed Xiaoqian to a secluded courtyard.

"Does the Cui household have no servants?"

"Do you think everyone is like you, Master Ximen, with four beautiful maids and a dozen or so servants coming and going?"

Xiaoqian made sarcastic remarks.

"Oh? Miss Xiaoqian knows so much about this. Did you investigate me?"

"Nonsense, I also know that you, Master Ximen, have three mistresses at Tianxiang Tower, five at Yihong Courtyard, and also at Huamei Workshop..."

"Stop! Stop! It's just an act, sigh! They're all pitiful people, their fathers are dead, their mothers are sick, their brothers are still in school, they have no house or land, if I don't help them, who will?!"

Ximen Qing subconsciously offered a few excuses, after all, Nie Xiaoqian in front of him was theoretically his fiancée.

"snort!"

Xiaoqian ignored the stubborn person and instead pushed open the door, cautiously saying, "Aji? It's me!"

Squeak!

A thin little girl, about eight or nine years old, struggled to open the door latch and looked warily at Ximen Qing, who was following behind Xiaoqian.

"This is Miss Cui? She's so young?"

Ximen Qing gave what he thought was a harmless smile, but it frightened the little girl so much that she backed away.

That was kind of awkward.

"She was Aji's personal maid!"

Xiaoqian turned to look at Ximen Qing warily, warning, "Don't scare people like that! How could you do that to someone so young?"

"You fucking misunderstand me so much!"

Ximen Qing shrugged heavily, feeling powerless to change the labels attached to him.

I'm tired. That's it, I won't change it!

Before long, led by the maid, Ximen Qing finally met Cui Ji.

Miss Cui was about eighteen or nineteen years old. She wore no makeup, her skin was as white as jade, her face was rosy, and her figure was slender and delicate. She was beautiful in a clean and fragile way, making people feel pity for her at first sight.

However, in this early autumn day, Miss Cui's attire was as if she were experiencing the dead of winter, with heavy clothes covering her up completely.

It looks just like a round, plump emperor penguin.

Oh, so that's why your face is so red, it's because it's hot.

"Sister Aji, this is the master I found for you!"

"Thank you for your help, Sister Xiaoqian!"

Miss Cui looked at Ximen Qing, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes, and thanked him sincerely.

"It's okay! I don't know if he can succeed..." Xiaoqian looked at her worriedly.

Miss Cui, however, seemed to have taken everything lightly, exuding a carefree air, and said, "Whether it succeeds or not, it's up to fate. At worst, I'll just die."

"Miss Cui, if you're determined to die, then I'll save myself the trouble. You went to great lengths to send a message to Xiaoqian, wasn't it all to get her to help you?"

Ximen Qing frowned as he listened to Miss Cui's words.

Before she could finish speaking, Miss Cui broke down instantly, her eyes brimming with tears: "I don't want to die! But what can I do? I haven't left the courtyard for almost half a month, constantly using a cold as an excuse, not even paying my respects to my grandmother. They've already become suspicious. If my grandmother finds out, the best outcome for me is being kicked out. What have I done? It's these damned things that won't let me live!"

Miss Cui unbuttoned her clothes, and a strong smell of blood wafted out.

Her lower abdomen was covered in blood and wounds, clearly indicating that she had made efforts to heal herself.

"Sister Aji, you!"

Xiaoqian gasped in surprise, staring at the blood-stained clothes, and stood there stunned.

Ximen Qing frowned, looking at Miss Cui's lower abdomen.

Xiaoqian said Miss Cui looked like a woman four or five months pregnant, but now, in Ximen Qing's eyes, she looked like someone who was ten months pregnant.

His belly was so swollen that the subcutaneous fat was visible, and he could even see the writhing body and hands beneath the skin.

It felt like countless hands were extending and contracting under her belly, which was extremely terrifying.

"What, Master? Is there any hope for me?"

Miss Cui gave a bitter smile.

They were clearly prepared for failure.

"have!"

Ximen Qing bent down and touched her stomach. Even through the skin, he could feel the coldness inside.

He spoke with unwavering conviction.

Then, turning around, he ordered, "Incense table, candles, four incense sticks, and most importantly, a bowl of glutinous rice!"

"Wow!"

The little girl, who was eight or nine years old, volunteered to go and prepare.

Xiaoqian turned her back and asked in a low voice, "Are you really confident?"

Ximen Qing rolled his eyes.

Before today, he could only summon the spirits of the dead through [spirit summoning], lacking any means to destroy them, but now...

He touched the thick stack of talismans on his chest, his eyes filled with an unprecedented determination.

Before leaving home, he and his father, Simonda, each took half of the bag for self-defense.

Gu Yunzi gave him a total of eighteen talismans. Apart from the three most powerful sword qi talismans, the others were five for warding off evil spirits, five for suppressing demons, and six for exorcising ghosts.

And those six exorcising talismans were all with him.

Soon, the glutinous rice, incense sticks, and candles arrived. Ximen Qing used the table as an incense altar, aimed at Miss Cui on the couch, and lit the incense sticks.

He then muttered incantations, and after a moment, the magical power in his dantian surged and began to resonate at an inexplicable frequency.

Ximen Qing sensed clearly that this magical power did not originate from his limbs or bones.

It seems that Gu Yunzi Wang Qi was right; he indeed had no possibility of cultivating on his own.

"Show yourself!"

I don't know how much time passed, but the incense sticks burned out, gradually becoming three long and one short.

Miss Cui suddenly fell straight down, and from her lower abdomen, an inexplicable pulling force arose abruptly, accompanied by billowing black mist.

A small, ferocious figure emerged from Cui Ji's abdomen.

It was clear that they didn't want to leave Miss Cui's body, and they rushed to crawl into her body.

However, they were all bound by the incense smoke from the sticks and forcibly confined to the side of the incense table.

Ximen Qing wasn't idle either; he took out six exorcism talismans from his pocket—he didn't know how many would be enough.

Without even looking, he lit the candle and threw it away.

This technique was entrusted to him by Qing Songzi, because his internal magical power could not be used to activate talismans, so he could only use this primitive method.

Although it will consume about 20% of the power, it's better than nothing!

The lit talisman exploded in mid-air, bursting out a burst of white light.

With a loud "boom," an exaggerated cloud of smoke formed in the air.

Black and white stripes, with a foul stench.

A series of ghostly wails and howls rang out, and these little ghosts instantly turned to ashes, forming a shockwave visible to the naked eye that sent Ximen Qing, who was standing directly behind the incense table, flying away.

"Ximen Qing!"

Xiaoqian's exclamation rang in his ears, and Ximen Qing grimaced, feeling a soreness in his back.

However, his lips curled into an exaggerated smile.

Just a moment ago, a pleasant notification sound rang in his ears—

[Soul Points +6]

Wow, I'm rich!

But isn't it supposed to be one point for each ghost? Why so much this time?

Before I could even grasp the principle of this harvest, a commotion arose outside the courtyard—

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"This is it! What a commotion!"

"That lowly maid keeps feigning illness; she must be secretly keeping a lover! Quickly, surround her!"