Blind and Delicate Husband - Chapter 5
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If these things had been delivered by people who’d said they wanted to repay him, he definitely would not have accepted them, even if Lou Jing had really saved them.
But these things had been sent by ghosts, and they had threatened him that the ghost who had sent them would kill people if he didn’t accept the gifts…
Without knowing whether he was being told the truth, Lou Jing didn’t dare to gamble with other’s lives, so he could only silently use the things from that ghost.
Even if he would die after using these things, he would accept it.
If it weren’t for Thunderbolt and Daoist Xuan Qing, who had saved him, he wouldn’t have tried to live this long.
Under the bed, Bi Cen, who heard Lou Jing’s making the bed again, patted the bed in excitement.
Lou Jing heard the strange sound. “?”
Lou Jing beckoned, “Thunderbolt.” He made a gesture and motioned for it to look under the bed.
Thunderbolt understood. He came over with a grunt, squeezing his head under the bed.
Bi Cen: “!!!”
She hurriedly went over the bed board and sat on the bed, now almost face-to-face with Lou Jing.
Thunderbolt looked around for a while and let out a bark.
This had been taught to him by Lou Jing. One bark meant no, and two barks meant yes.
There were no ghosts under the bed.
Lou Jing let go of the dagger in his hand, heaving a sigh of relief.
That was good… maybe the bed was a bit broken and had made a sound.
Lou Jing lowered his head and continued to make the bed.
He was kneeling on the bed as Bi Cen fell on her back from his sudden movements. She stared straight at the young man who was standing above her, sniffing his body with a hint of fascination.
Sweet, so sweet—why was it so sweet?
It was so fragrant that she almost couldn’t help wanting to eat him.
Lou Jing didn’t know that there was a ghost who was staring at and hungering for him from under his body. Unaware, he closed the window, and his long, black hair swept across Bi Cen’s pale neck. Bi Cen raised her eyes. She could see his slightly-bobbing Adam’s apple.
I want to go up in person, take a bite, and see his reaction…
Bi Cen leaned over several times, restraining herself.
She had to bear it. If she really bit him, Lou Jing would be frightened.
She sank most of her body under the bed, only revealing her head, and greedily stared at him.
Her head was blocked by Lou Jing’s body, and he didn’t ask Thunderbolt to look for her. Thus, the atmosphere in the room was pretty good.
Lou Jing finished making the bed and laid down. He pulled the fox fur cloak over himself; rubbing the fur on it, he pulled it to the tip of his nose and smelled it again.
There was no special smell—if one really wanted to describe it, it was like the smell of light on clothes that had been freshly dried in the sun.
How could a ghost have given him these things?
Lou Jing couldn’t help but think that he hadn’t saved any rich man before.
While he was being confused, there was a knock on the door. “Master Lou—is Master Lou here?”
Lou Jing immediately left those thoughts behind and sat up. He listened for a moment and recognized that it was the voice of a servant from Liu Mansion.
Because of his blindness, he had very good hearing. This servant often came to him to buy talismans, and he remembered his voice.
After hesitating for a moment, Lou Jing put on his cloak, opened the door of the room, and walked out. Thunderbolt followed him, tense all over, vigilantly looking at the door.
Lou Jing asked through the door, “What’s the matter?”
“Master Lou, so you’re here. I am A-Gui from the Liu family. Something has happened in the household, and I would like to invite you to draw a ghost-expelling talisman. Are you free?” A-Gui eagerly inquired from outside the door.
“Was the previous one of no use?” Lou Jing asked, pursing his lips.
A-Gui explained with a bitter face, “That ghost was too powerful; it’s all burnt up now. The master has already gone to ask for the Mansion Lord of Dingtian Mansion. Before that, I would like to ask you to draw some talismans for the aunties and young masters in our mansion.”
Lou Jing’s ghost-expelling talismans were ordinary ghost-expelling talismans which could deal with ordinary little ghosts, but now they had all been burned… It seemed that the ghosts in the Liu Mansion were most likely grieving ghosts.
Lou Jing opened the door. “I’ll go and pack my things.”
A-Gui was extremely grateful. “Thank you, Master Lou. Liu Mansion will be very grateful!”
Lou Jing wasn’t good at dealing with people. He couldn’t speak politely, so he nodded silently and went back to the house to fetch the cinnabar and yellow runes used for drawing symbols, the incense, and the rabbit-hair pen. Before leaving, he paused and put on the fox fur cloak.
The slightly-cold autumn weather suddenly dissipated. He tied the neckline, put a leash on Thunderbolt, and led him out the door.
A-Gui knew that Lou Jing was blind, so he specially found a carriage for him. After helping Lou Jing get into the carriage, he also got in and quickly drove the carriage to Liu Mansion.
After they left, Bi Cen snuck out of Lou Jing’s room through the wall, planning to return to Dingtian Mansion.
However, as soon as she came out of the Daoist temple, a few ghosts called out to her. “My lord, stay!”
She stopped, and the ghosts chased up and fluttered in front of her with faces full of flattery, laughing, “You’re the evil spirit lord? It’s an honor to meet you at last.”
Bi Cen crossed her arms and looked at these four different dead ghosts for a moment. She wanted to laugh. “What’s wrong?”
Already knowing in their heart what they wanted, when the four big ghosts saw that she was easy to talk to, they quickly explained their intentions. “It’s like this, my lord: we want to do things for you…”
“Do things for me?” Bi Cen shot her finger onto the ground. “It depends on whether they are willing.”
The big ghosts’ gazes subconsciously followed her fingers, and they looked down.
Then they saw ghost heads emerging from the ground.
Those ghost heads were looking at them with fierce eyes. “You want to do things with our king?”
The big ghosts: “…!” It turned out that this evil ghost had many younger brothers!
Bi Cen glanced over the four big ghosts and then said to the ghosts underground, “Teach them the rules. Also, by the day after tomorrow, I want the loyalty of most of the ghosts in Youzhou City.”
“Yes, my king.”
Bi Cen turned and left. The four big ghosts tremulously looked at her back and found that… she actually had a shadow?!
Was—was this a human or a ghost?!
When they came back to their senses, they had already been surrounded by ghosts.
“Do you know our rules?” those ghosts asked gloomily.
“…” I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.
When Bi Cen returned to Dingtian Mansion, the Liu Mansion’s patriarch had already arrived there.
After looking around at the gate for a long time, she was relieved to see her coming back.
“Mansion lord, why do you always like to run outside these days? I can never find you.”
Bi Cen glanced at her. “Then you might not be able to find me anymore.”
Cong Zhu: “???”
Bi Cen had already passed her and entered the gate. Knowingly, she asked, “Someone is coming?”
Cong Zhu followed her. “Yes, it’s the patriarch of the Liu family. His wife suddenly developed an illness and wants to throw herself into the well. He suspects that a ghost has possessed Madam Liu’s body. After the ordinary Daoist priest who he’d found wasn’t able to drive it away, he came to find you.”
Bi Cen nodded, and she entered the hall. She soon saw a fat, middle-aged man sitting on a chair with an ugly expression on his face. As he wrung his hands while holding a cup of tea, his gaze fell thoughtlessly into the void.
Bi Cen’s gaze swept across his face. His figure had darkened; his face was swollen, and his eyes glinted ominously; ghost spirit seemed to linger over his whole body. At the latest, he would suddenly die tomorrow night.
Bi Cen calmly greeted him. “Patriarch Liu.”
Patriarch Liu was taken aback. The cup he was holding fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound—only then did he come back to his senses. When he saw Bi Cen, his eyes shone with great hope. He stood up and rushed over, almost losing his self-control. “Mansion lord, save me! A female ghost told me that she would come take my life—”
“Patriarch Liu, calm down.” Bi Cen dodged his hand, frowning slightly; her eyes looked cold and gloomy. “Cong Zhu, give Patriarch Liu another cup of tea.”
Cong Zhu packed up the broken porcelain and went out. Soon, she brought two more cups of good tea.
Bi Cen sat down, raised her legs, and took a sip of tea. “Patriarch Liu, speak slowly. What happened?”
Patriarch Liu was soothed by her tranquil, relaxed attitude, and he calmed down. What had happened in Liu Mansion?
The matter was similar to what Cong Zhu had said, but it was a little more serious. Not only had Madam Liu been possessed by a ghost, but other strange things had also happened in the mansion.
“Mansion lord, you’ll know if you follow me.” Patriarch Liu looked miserable.
Liu Mansion’s affairs had been caused by the ghosts under Bi Cen’s command, so she was naturally not in a hurry. She knew that Master Liu must have done something wicked… or his family had done something wicked that would cause that ghost to take revenge.
But Lou Jing had also been invited to Liu Mansion… Bi Cen slightly curved her lips. “Then we shall go now.”
Patriarch Liu thanked her again and again, leaving Dingtian Mansion with Bi Cen with vigor.
When they arrived at Liu Mansion, dusk had already fallen.
The sky gradually darkened, and lanterns had been hung on the streets; on the horizon, the setting sun was like blood, fading to a black that belonged to gloomy night.
As soon as Bi Cen stepped into the gate of Liu Mansion, she detected the fragrance of Lou Jing’s body.
“Mansion lord?” Patriarch Liu looked at her suspiciously and showed a flustered expression, as if he had seen an enemy. “Why aren’t you moving? Are there any…”
“No.” Bi Cen finally showed a sincere smile. “It just smells very pleasant, a little satisfying.”
“Very pleasant?” Patriarch Liu was puzzled. But, looking at the color of the sky, it was already dinner time, and he managed to react. “I was inconsiderate and didn’t think it through. If the mansion lord doesn’t dislike it, let’s have a meal at the mansion after catching the ghosts. ”
Bi Cen smiled and nodded slightly. “I saw that there was strong ghost energy in your mansion. For safety, call everyone to eat together—I’ll go and see Madam Liu first.”
Patriarch Liu did feel that the mansion was getting colder. He wrapped his clothes tightly around himself and called the young servant, asking him to inform the aunts and young ladies about these things. Then, he led Bi Cen to Madam Liu’s room.
Madam Liu had been possessed by a ghost and was unconscious. She had been making a fuss about jumping into the well before, and she’d scratched and bitten the servant who was pulling on her. As a last resort, Patriarch Liu had to tie her up and shut her in the room.
When they arrived outside of Madam Liu’s room, despite Patriarch Liu’s fears, Bi Cen calmly pushed the door open, bypassed the screen wall, and entered the inner room.
Patriarch Liu hesitated for a moment and followed in.
Inside, Bi Cen looked at Madam Liu, who was tied up on the bed.
Madam Liu’s eyes were bloodshot; her face, neck, and arms were covered with purple veins, and terrible fangs could be seen inside her mouth. She ferociously looked up, wanting to bite Bi Cen.
Bi Cen put her hand on Madam Liu’s brow. “Be quiet.”
Madam Liu suddenly fainted.
Patriarch Liu watched as a black gas overflowed from Madam Liu’s eyebrows and quickly escaped outside the window. His legs almost grew weak. “Mansion—mansion lord, is it all right now?”
“It is not an ordinary ghost and will come again.” Bi Cen drew a symbol, pasting it on Madam Liu’s forehead. “It won’t reappear for a short time, and it is very troublesome to catch. I wonder if Patriarch Liu could let me stay in Liu Mansion for a few more days?”
Patriarch Liu was scared to death. Naturally, that was what he wanted to ask for, and so he repeatedly agreed.
After dealing with Madam Liu’s matter, Patriarch Liu breathed a sigh of relief and invited Bi Cen to the banquet for dinner.
Bi Cen thought that Lou Jing must be there too—holding back her joy, she calmly drew a voice-changing talisman for herself.
Lou Jing’s hearing was very good, and he must have memorized her voice; if she talked to him, she would be recognized as the person who had chased him that day… Lou Jing would definitely be scared away.
She would change her voice and speak to him again.
Bi Cen let Patriarch Liu take the lead. Burning the voice changer, she ate the ashes in one gulp; clearing her throat, she found that her voice had become a little hoarse. And when she lowered it, it had a sultry charm.
It was perfect for hooking up with Lou Jing!
Bi Cen tried her voice repeatedly, thinking about what to say to him when they met, and she couldn’t wait to go in the direction that Patriarch Liu had indicated.
However, as soon as she passed through, she saw a group of people around the door of the brightly lit room. Lou Jing was clutching Thunderbolt’s leash tightly as the fat man in the lead contemptuously scolded the “wretched, blind man”.
Someone lifted a dog stick and was about to hit Thunderbolt. Thunderbolt guarded Lou Jing’s body—baring his teeth and tensing his body, he made a threatening sound in his throat.
The fat man cursed and unreasonably pushed Lou Jing.
Bi Cen’s pupils constricted slightly. Almost turning into a phantom, she stepped forward to catch Lou Jing, who had nearly toppled over.
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