1: Chapter 1 Secrets

Chapter 1 Secrets

When my foster father picked me up at Yin, he named me Shi Yin. He set the rule that I had to sleep at 8 o'clock, and he had to drink a bowl of dark soup before going to bed. The bitter and bloody soup made me almost spit out every time I smelled it. 1

My adoptive father said that I had a lot of yin energy on my body, so I had to drink this medicine to replenish my yang energy in order to avoid the cow, ghost, snake and god.

But just a few days ago, when I caught a cold, I completely solved the secret of this bowl of soup and the eight o'clock sleep...

I had a bad cold, so I fainted and went to bed after drinking the cold medicine. When I slept until midnight, I actually felt a chill on my ankle.

In my daze, I rubbed my ankle, but the coldness became even more obvious. I even felt like I was touching my thigh.

For a while, I thought I was dreaming, but the next second, I could clearly hear my foster father's voice.

"My daughter is just like a willow tree. I hope you don't dislike her. If you like her, come back tomorrow. "My daughter has always been raised from a young Ghost Tripod. It's fine for you to play around."

I didn't know what had happened, but it was as if there was someone on my body. It kept moving with me, and there was a cold gasp in my ears.

I slowly lost consciousness while I was floating. By the time I woke up from the darkness, it was already the next morning. The sun outside the window illuminated the entire room, and the blanket seemed to confirm that I was not dreaming last night.

His body was covered in messy pajamas and traces of red and purple.

I would have such a situation every morning, but my adoptive father said it was my sleepwalking habit at night.

That afternoon, his adoptive father burned three incense sticks to worship a spirit tablet without a name. Then, he took a bowl of soup medicine and walked out of the kitchen." Yin Yin, after drinking the medicine, you can sleep."

"Dad, it's not dark outside. Are you going to sleep so early?"

His adoptive father frowned. His sunken eyes became even more strange.

"Yin Yin, today is the most sinister day of the year. Your body is already easily provoked by ghosts. Daddy wants you to sleep early for your good."

I pretended to be obedient and took the bowl. When Dad wasn't paying attention, I poured the medicine and went back to my room to sleep.

My door creaked open.

My feigning sleep succeeded in deceiving my adoptive father. He said in a low voice," Don't worry, this girl drinks my boiled corpse water every day. Even if she wakes up halfway, she wo n' t be able to recover her Yang Qi and hurt you half a bit."

Corpse water?

Hearing what my foster father said, I almost felt like vomiting.

I couldn't hold back the pain in my heart, and the coldness on my ankle gradually began to attack my inner thigh. Finally, I lifted my blanket...

It was almost the same as yesterday. My body was like a person made of ice cubes. Only when a cold stream of water came out did I retreat.

Originally, he thought that the matter would be over, but the next sentence from his adoptive father seemed to have pushed me into an abyss." Since you like it, then I won't ask for a price. As long as you tell me where the tomb of the Great Sad Buddha is, I' ll give you this letter of engagement."

Ming wedding...

As the name implied, it was to marry a ghost.

In other words, my adoptive father was going to marry me to a ghost, and he was just negotiating with the ghost, and what the ghost had done to me was based on his adoptive father's consent.

A sleepless night.

All night, my thoughts could not settle down. Whether it was the corpse water or the ghost wedding, it made me shudder.

Could it be that I'm going to be married to a ghost like this?

Looking at the little sparrow flying past the window, a thought suddenly appeared in my mind as if a seed had slowly blossomed, gradually breaking through the earth...

I forcefully suppressed the trembling in my heart. First, I got up to wash up and ate some food to satisfy my hunger. Then, I began to think about how I should make my next escape plan.

That's right, after much thought, I only thought of this method. Apart from escaping here, there was nothing else I could do.

I set my goal of running away at a Ancient Village I went to when I graduated from college a few years ago.

When I left, I took away the Underworld Marriage Agreement that my adoptive father had signed with that ghost.

On the way, my entire heart was hanging. I didn't dare to think about how I would be treated by my adoptive father if I were caught.

After my security check, my heart gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, a black silk Tang suit floated past him. His adoptive father just happened to be sitting on a seat about three rows away from me, looking at me with a faint smile.

His adoptive father's face seemed to be even paler than before. His deep-set eyes were like two rotten holes on his face, making it hard for anyone to see his expression. He also felt strange, let alone the sly smile at the corner of his mouth. It made my scalp go numb and I immediately wanted to turn around and run away.

I stood up from my seat. My legs were soft as I pulled on my suitcase and ran in the opposite direction of my foster father. I tried to sneak into the crowd before he could catch me. I took this opportunity to get in the car.

However, I didn't know why. No matter how far I went, I still had the feeling that my adoptive father was staring at me nearby. I could n' t shake off that pale face and strange smile.

I looked around. I was just about to lower my head and let out a sigh of relief when I realized that beside me was the black cloth shoes that my adoptive father often wore and the support that was used to facilitate walking!

With a swish, I almost collapsed to the ground.

Cold sweat trickled down my body. Although I was looking forward calmly, cold sweat had already dripped down my forehead, and my palms were cold.

I didn't dare to act rashly. I glanced at my adoptive father from the corner of my eye and silently followed the group of people standing in front of me. Then, when I saw an empty space in front of me, I stepped forward to divert my distance from my adoptive father, but there was a "click" beside me.

It was the sound of an auxiliary device moving before my foster father moved. This sound was like a siren, causing me to immediately withdraw my feet and stand where I was, not daring to move.

Everything was like a slow motion movie. I was panting heavily for breath. I didn't know how to last for a few minutes. It was n' t until someone knocked me out of the back and the black figure beside me turned away that I immediately woke up. I rushed into the gap in front of me and ran into the car after watching the train ticket.

I didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. I was afraid that it would be the same as the situation just now. I watched the surroundings warily. When I finally reached my own position, I dared to wipe the cold sweat off my forehead.

After putting away his luggage, due to a long period of mental tension, his body was already covered in sweat and his hair was in a mess as he ran.

Since there was no mirror, I used my black phone as a mirror to clean my hair, but to clean my hair... From the reflection on the phone screen...

His adoptive father was standing on the platform outside the window, smiling even more brightly at me!

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