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"Garlic, it's okay. After all, I'm a spirit tool myself. If I can save Siyuan, I'm more than willing to do it," I tugged at Su Anrong's sleeve, feeling a strange fear as I saw his anger.
"Wife, I've told you before, you can save others, but you absolutely cannot put yourself at risk. Do you think being a Medicine Vessel is easy? One misstep and she might never be able to leave your body. Worse yet, she could backfire on you, taking over your body forever, and you would cease to exist."
Su Anrong's expression was very serious. With anger in his eyes, he shot a cold glance at Qiao Ziyuan. "Never mention this kind of thing to Wheat again."
I hadn't expected the consequences to be so severe. To be honest, I really wanted to save Siyuan, but I didn't want to disappear from this world. However, there seemed to be no other way now. Time was slipping away, and Siyuan was about to be lost. I had no choice but to take the gamble.
Facing Su Anrong's warning, Qiao Ziyuan seemed unfazed and instead looked at him with surprise. "This young man knows quite a lot. Spirit Energy is hidden so well; he's not just an ordinary character, is he?"
Su Anrong didn't answer her question but tore a talisman from his waist and threw it to Qiao Ziyuan. "If you want to test my identity in the future, don't use such a low-quality item."
I glanced at the talisman that had fallen to the ground, which read "See who you are." I quickly picked it up and curiously stuck it on Lizard. The moment it was applied, Lizard's body transformed into a gigantic Green-skinned Lizard with a whoosh. Although the transformation was brief, it was enough for everyone to see his true identity.
Such a useful talisman was belittled by Su Anrong; who exactly was he?
Qiao Ziyuan smiled slightly. "It's a pity that such a low-quality item exposed your true form. Should I announce it right now?"
Su Anrong's fingers curled slightly as he replied nonchalantly, "Do as you wish."
I was curious and hurried over to Qiao Ziyuan's side. "Auntie, what is he?"
Qiao Ziyuan asked in surprise, "Haven't you married him? You still don't know what he is?"
"I know he's a spirit! But I don't know what his exact identity is. Auntie, please tell me!"
"I can only tell that he's a spirit."
After Qiao Ziyuan spoke, I felt as if Su Anrong let out a sigh of relief. Was I imagining things? This answer was too disappointing; I thought she might have seen something else. It wasn't hard to guess that Su Anrong was a spirit; there was no need for any talisman for that. Qiao Ziyuan knew that Rice was a Spirit Doll, and since I wasn't human, then his father must also be a spirit—there was no need for guessing at all.
"Wheat, come with me," Su Anrong said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.
"Wait, wait! I haven't finished asking!" I shouted.
"What is there to ask? Just ask me directly if you want to know something."
"Every time I ask you something, you change the subject. I don't want to ask you!" I was angry just thinking about it, my lips pouting as if I could hang a bottle of soy sauce on them.
Suddenly, Su Anrong tightened his grip on my hand, spinning me around before pulling me into his embrace. Then, a domineering and powerful kiss descended upon me.
What the heck! He called me out just to do this? I struggled desperately, but the pressure of his lips only grew stronger. His unique scent filled my nostrils and mouth, clouding my mind until I couldn't think at all.
His arms wrapped around my waist, and my body felt as soft as a puddle. To my embarrassment, I realized that his kiss was actually quite flavorful, and I couldn't help but inhale deeply.
This time, it was Su Anrong who turned into a puddle.
When he finally let go of me, I opened my eyes shyly and looked down at my shoes. That's when I noticed the thick black smoke swirling around us and some indistinct creatures darting about. Fear coursed through me, and I instinctively clung tighter to Su Anrong.
"What is this place?" I glanced around and realized we had left our home and arrived in a vast, unfamiliar area shrouded in dark smoke that seemed endless.
Oh my gosh, am I in the center of smog?
Su Anrong cradled my head and whispered softly in my ear, "The Underworld."
"What?" My voice shot up in fright, and he immediately covered my mouth.
"Keep your voice down. Do you want Yincha to come catch you?" he said quietly, explaining, "Black and White Impermanence can't get away from some matters; we have to pick Manjushahua ourselves."
He glanced into the distance, and I followed his gaze, faintly seeing a vast expanse of soft red light.
"Su Anrong, does my presence in the underworld mean I'm about to die?"
Su Anrong lightly tapped my forehead. "Stop overthinking. With me around, you won't die so easily."
"How would I know? With you here, I might die even faster." As soon as I said that, I noticed Su Anrong's expression darken.
"Wife, such things won't happen again." He held me tightly, as if trying to embed me into his body. But what did he mean by that? It sounded like he was implying there was indeed something that could make me die quickly.
Lin Xiuyu also mentioned that I had forgotten things from my past. Could it be that this 'past' referred to my previous life?
As I was lost in thought, I suddenly felt the air around us becoming thin, a chill seeping into my body.
Unexpectedly, Su Anrong, who usually felt as cold as ice, became warm at that moment. He wrapped me in his arms, and it felt like hugging a large furnace.
"Wife, if you see any Ghost Messengers or other spirits later, no matter what they say to you, don't respond. Just focus on helping me get the Manjushahua, okay?"
"Why?"
"Because I've hidden you using my spiritual power. They can't see you but can sense your presence. As long as you don't speak, they won't be able to do anything to you. But if you do speak, the King of Hell might find a way to take you away. Of course, in principle, he wouldn't randomly take people, but there's no telling how he might act if he's in a bad mood."
I shivered at the thought; if the King of Hell took me away, wouldn't that mean certain death for me?
I quickly nodded vigorously. "Don't worry; I definitely won't say anything."
He spoke half-teasingly and half-reproachfully. "You always promise so well but never follow through. Last time on the train was one thing; Liu Ruyan didn't have much power. But at school, I've already told you not to casually respond to strangers or get into conflicts. Yet you still refuse to listen. Otherwise, Lin Xiuyu wouldn't have been able to get so close to you so quickly."
"Are you saying that Lin Xiuyu is really a ghost?" Although I was eighty percent sure, there was still a twenty percent doubt. After all, he was completely different from ordinary ghosts. He could appear in broad daylight and eat, sleep, and even go to the hospital just like a normal person, which was truly strange.
"Of course he's a ghost. What else do you think he is?"
"But I haven't seen him actually harm me," I replied. My indifference towards Lin Xiuyu stemmed from what Su Anrong had told me. I had preconceived notions that he had ulterior motives, which made me unable to look at him favorably.
Su Anrong gently touched my forehead with his thumb and said worriedly, "Just because he hasn't harmed you yet doesn't mean he won't in the future. Just keep your distance from him."
"Su Anrong, I know you won't tell me the truth, but I still want to ask—if Lin Xiuyu is a ghost, why would he want to harm me? What grudge do we have?"
"What grudge could you possibly have? Ghosts rarely need a reason to harm people. Shh."
A voice came from not far away, and I immediately fell silent. Soon, I saw two ghosts dressed in black with faces as pale as the wall flying over.
As soon as they arrived, they sensed something was off. They sniffed the air with their noses and asked Su Anrong, "Is it just you here?"
"Yes," Su Anrong replied calmly while I nervously tightened my grip on his hand.
"What is your name?"
"Qi Zunshang."
So Qi Zunshang is his real name.
Upon hearing his name, the two ghosts immediately bowed respectfully and said, "So it's Lord Zunshang. What brings you to our Underworld? Do you need us to report to King Yan?"
"No need for that. Just take me to the Underworld River; I have some matters to attend to."
"Alright, Lord Zunshang."
I couldn't help but look at Su Anrong with newfound respect. I had thought it would take some effort, but it turned out to be so easy to pass through.
The Underworld River was vast, with a main stream flowing endlessly. A bridge spanned the main flow, where an old woman stood at the head of the bridge, serving bowls of soup to the ghosts lined up behind her.
The banks of the Underworld River were filled with vibrant red Manjushahua flowers. The enchanting Manjushahua swayed its delicate petals and body, releasing a strange fragrance, as if beautiful women were twisting their waists, exuding a deadly allure.
"We'll alarm Yan Wang as soon as we start picking the flowers, but he will take some time to arrive. So, we need to act quickly, but make sure to pull them out by the roots; otherwise, it will be as if we never picked them. Do you understand?"
I nodded, rolled up my sleeves, and crouched down to begin picking the flowers. However, as soon as my hand touched the flower stem, I was so startled that I fell back onto the ground.
The flower was actually growing on a human face. Looking around at the other flowers, I saw they were all faces—each one sprouting from a human visage. Some of the eyes were even open, and some mouths were still moving.
"Garlic Paste, I—"
"Don't be afraid, dear. These faces won't harm you; they are merely serving as the soil for the Manjushahua and have no offensive power." Su Anrong helped me up and kissed my forehead.
"Is that really true?" I asked cautiously as I glanced at the alluringly beautiful Manjushahua, feeling as if they might swallow me whole at any moment.
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