ant you to get lost! Stay away from my children!!"I used all my courage to shout that sentence. As soon as I finished, I regretted it... I should have continued to play around with him, not ripped his...When Taiye's grandfather was born, it was a time of great chaos. There was civil war, foreign enemies, famine, and bandits...in short, simply surviving was the purpose of life.

When he was young, he followed a master who made a living panning for gold. Later, he found a rich vein of gold, but his master died inside it.

After narrowly escaping death, Tai YeYe was taken in by a passing Taoist priest as his disciple. The priest said he was born to practice this way of life. Later, with some proficiency in Taoism, Tai YeYe once again entered the fat battle for survival.

He forcefully opened the gates of hell, dragging evil spirits into the underworld. That plump warden became the cellar of the old house—but absolutely no building was erected on top, instead letting the sunlight bake it.

Many, many years later, from the war years, to the founding of the nation, to famines, to man-made disasters... we relied on things from the cellar to exchange for necessities until after the reform and opening up, our family started to have other livelihoods.

But everyone in this circle is caught in its web, no one can escape the curse of this surname.

There are many males in the family, but few girls are born. This has been the case for four generations. Every girl born does not live long.

It is said that Grandpa Tai consulted diviners, offered sacrifices to the City God and Judge of Hell, and even the Underworld Ruler. In the end, he concluded that it was because everyone in the family had been tainted by negative energy and were too harsh on women.

Later, a Taoist priest from the Shen family said that he had once forcefully opened the Ghost Gate and dragged the evil ghost's master into the underworld. The resentment of the other party could not be dispelled. That evil spirit avoided the laws of the netherworld to cultivate into a ghost god and planned to take revenge. The best way to do so was through a ghost marriage as a sacrifice to bind their fates.

My family went through so much trouble the year I was born. People were panicked, and a bloody jade ring appeared on the ancestral tablet. It was clear: they had chosen me as their target.

So I was raised as a sacrificial offering. My family didn't teach me Taoism or magic, fearing that I might attack the evil ghost master and provoke retaliation. They also worried that if I died with resentment, my spirit would become a vengeful ghost and haunt our family.

After I was placed in the coffin, everyone thought I was dead.

However, the one who appeared was not the evil gravekeeper, but another person - the true owner of the blood jade ring.

"That evil gravekeeper, is he the one with the bloody face" I asked.

"Based on all the information I've gathered, yes," little uncle nodded.

No wonder he said I should be his wife, being snatched away by someone surnamed Jiang first.

At first, the old master thought it was a relic left behind by the gravekeeper of an evil ghost. Later that day, when he saw the pendant on my neck, he realized it was a designation from the Underworld Sovereign for me. He immediately bowed in gratitude to the Underworld Sovereign's protection.

What do you want me to do

Jiang Qiyun, how can anyone say he lacks attendants

However, only yin and yang together can nurture all things. Even the most beautiful, alluring, gentle and considerate female ghost cannot bear him a child, can she

So I became a machine...and he still said not to touch me, Humph, you can't trust men's words, especially male ghosts!

"Xiao Qiao, you're daydreaming again, your mind wandering off somewhere else" My uncle said with a mischievous smile, as if he could read my thoughts.

I calmed my mind and continued to sit quietly, listening to his story.

However, the younger uncle wasn't going to say anymore. He smiled and said, “Your father went to seal something, a kind of formation, related to this ghost face. Many people went, but it failed. That’s why the ghost face latched onto him, preparing to continue its feud with you. Ha ha, who knew you were already a mother.”

He looked at my belly: “Not bad, at least temporarily protecting you from a hundred evils... But, Xiao Qiao, there’s no such thing as love for no reason in this world~~ Who knows what the Underworld King is planning You should mentally prepare yourself and protect yourself.”

"Uncle, can you...see him"

"Seeing a blurry outline, faint but I could tell from your expression it was your husband." The younger uncle smiled and said, "He should be the Underworld King's outer avatar. His Taoist power is much weaker in the mortal realm, but dealing with ordinary ghosts and evil spirits would just be a matter of moving his fingers."

I managed a strained smile. To be honest, I knew nothing about Jiang Qiyun.

He wouldn't let me ask.

》》》

This past two days, I saw this event on the legal news, the headline was "Evil cult harms people, blooming girl's family is destroyed."

Song Wei called me to lament how this kind of thing could happen to someone she knew. We chatted on the phone for an hour until my phone was almost out of battery. When I went back to my room to charge it, I saw Jiang Qiyun was already in there.

I'm used to his unpredictable comings and goings, but he's become more possessive lately, disliking it when I hold my phone. So, I bid farewell to Song Wei.

Song Wei was also a little troublemaker. She giggled mischievously and said, "Sleeping so early Be careful of kidney deficiency. No wonder you don't wear high heels anymore, you can barely walk every day, right"

"If you keep going on like this, I'm hanging up."

"Bye bye, I won't disturb your romance, but please help me look at houses tomorrow at 9 am. Don't bail on me!"

"She really thinks highly of me."

I was afraid of ruining it for her, so I sat on the bed fiddling with my compass and started reciting the twenty-four mountains again.

Jiang Qiyun turned his back to me, browsing through the books on my desk. When I got something wrong, he would coldly correct me, but there wasn't much else in the way of conversation.

When he sleeps, he lies behind me. Our bed is one meter and twenty centimeters wide, and he's so big that we inevitably touch.

Compared to him, my willpower is too weak.

I always tentatively touch his back, and if he's in a good mood, he'll turn around and put his hand on my waist, letting me lean against him to sleep. That way, we don't both have to lie there like corpses.

My back pressed against his cool chest, I felt like I was asking for trouble.

"...What are you busy with in the mortal realm Can I help" I said in a lighter tone, so he wouldn't feel like I was interrogating him.

"What can you do to help" he scoffed, openly dismissive. "Just look at the feng shui and stay far away from danger. That's enough help."

...we couldn't communicate at all.

I fell asleep with my eyes closed, and I woke up in the middle of the night from being cold. I realized I hadn't even covered myself with a blanket! And my back had been pressed against his icy chest the whole time, leaving my hands and feet freezing cold.

Jiang Qiyun almost opened his eyes at the same time, he saw me tremblingly reach for the quilt and said with displeasure: "Why didn't you say anything"

"Say... say what" My voice trembled.

He frowned, waiting until I was tucked in, then reached out to keep holding me, murmuring in my ear, "If you get cold just tell me, I don't feel cold."

I was stunned. Did he really mean that

He said that, and it kept me up half the night. When I met Song Wei, she complained, "Xiao Qiao, you love-struck fool! Does your boyfriend treat you this way Every weekend when we meet, you look like you're about to ascend to heaven!"

“ ...Would you please be a little kinder with your words I'm just having trouble sleeping, that's all.” I said helplessly.

She pouted her lips and led me to the entrance of a high-end apartment complex. A middle-aged man was waiting for her there, looking somewhat flustered.

I looked at his face, his brow was faintly blue, and his eyes were darting around—he clearly had something on his mind. poked it open with a burning stick.I kept backing away, and unexpectedly tripped over a stone beneath my feet. I fell hard onto the ground, the sharp gravel scraping my palms and buttocks painfully.J...