Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 109 The Ghost Husband

After a moment's thought, Jiang Mingzhe roughly guessed what had happened—

First of all, Mu Wanqing had been captured several days ago.

These past few days, except for urinating and defecating, I have been bound. Even a strong martial artist would inevitably suffer from poor blood circulation and weak limbs after a long time.

Secondly, Mu Wanqing was also terrified at the time. As tough as she was, she even begged Jiang Mingzhe to kill her before leaving, which shows that she was distraught and terrified.
Finally, when I threw her out of the poison circle, I was afraid that I hadn't thrown her high enough so that she would inhale the poison gas, so I might have used too much force.

In conclusion, the truth is that after Mu Wanqing was thrown, she reacted a beat too slow. After barely managing to use her lightness skill, she was unable to adjust her posture in time due to poor blood circulation, and according to Murphy's Law, her head hit a tree stump.

Why did Jiang Mingzhe conclude that she had used her lightness skill to adjust her posture instead of landing directly on the tree stump?

Because there was only blood at the scene, no brain matter.

and so……

Jiang Mingzhe stretched out two fingers, pinched Mu Wanqing's face, and wanted to lift it slightly to reveal her nose and check her breathing to see if she was dead.

Unexpectedly, with his internal strength greatly improved, his control over his strength became greatly inaccurate. He thought he was being very light when he actually tore off the entire mask.

Jiang Mingzhe was startled and looked down, where a cool and beautiful face was etched into his eyes—

Her arched eyebrows resembled a crescent moon cut from the sky, her thick eyelashes were like tassels veiling the stars, her delicate nose was as if carved from ice, and her thin lips were as if painted with meticulous brushstrokes... In an instant, a fleeting glance was enough to make one feel as if cold jade were emitting smoke.

There were some minor flaws: her overly pale skin and her extremely pale lips.

However, the crimson streaks along the hairline create a striking contrast with the white, making one want to pity and cherish them.

Jiang Mingzhe composed himself, then used two fingers to probe Mu Wanqing's philtrum. He sensed her faint breathing and felt a sense of relief.

Just as he was about to put the veil on her, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes suddenly opened. Her dark, black pupils looked at Jiang Mingzhe with some confusion, then turned to look at the veil in Jiang Mingzhe's fingers.

Jiang Mingzhe's heart raced.

It wasn't the kind of impulsive lust that comes with seeing a beautiful woman; rather, he knew that this girl's face was not to be looked at. Whoever looked at it would be responsible, or else die.

In an instant, he had already come up with a plan:

So he simply punched the other person unconscious, put on a mask, and lay down next to them pretending to be unconscious. When the other person woke up and found him unconscious, they would assume that everything before was a hallucination.

But before he could raise his fist, Mu Wanqing suddenly sat up, buried her face in Jiang Mingzhe's arms, and hugged him tightly.

What the hell?
Jiang Mingzhe was dumbfounded, like the hen in the story of the eagle catching chicks, his hands raised high, his whole body stiff.

If you see a girl's face, you have to take responsibility. How could you not hug her?
"Miss Mu..."

"Don't call me Miss Mu, call me Madam, or Wanmei, or Qingmei, that's fine too."

Jiang Mingzhe was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth, which made his eyes widen in surprise. As expected of Xiao Mu who specializes in being straightforward, you didn't even exclaim or cry a few times before you got into the zone?
"Miss Mu, please listen to me..."

"No need to say anything, I know. You risked your life to save me, but you failed. It's not your fault. Now that we've become ghosts, we're not afraid of those monsters anymore..."

Huh? Jiang Mingzhe was even more confused. What was this girl talking about?

So this girl thought we were all dead?

Thinking back carefully, it seems that the girl, who was being carried on his shoulders, never actually saw the true form of the Manggu Toad. Perhaps she thought she was being wandered around by something else and thought she had encountered a ghost wall.

"...Actually, there's nothing good about being alive. That poisonous girl, Azi, is devoted to you. If I were to compete with her for you, wouldn't I become a shameless woman? Now that you're dead, she can't control us anymore. You've seen my face, so you'll be my husband from now on."

The Ghost's Husband!

Jiang Mingzhe couldn't help but want to complain, but then he thought about it and realized that in her heart, wasn't he just a ghost husband?
Mu Wanqing was still rambling on and on in my ears.

"...Back then, Zi-ya always talked about you, praising you in every way. At first, I thought she was just bragging, but later I realized it wasn't true. I would deliberately argue with her, but secretly I envied her. Master said there wasn't a single good man in the world, but it turns out there was one, though it was Zi-ya's..."

So this girl's been eyeing me for a while now... Jiang Mingzhe blinked, thinking that he should have a chat with Azi when he had the chance, to learn what it means to be low-key and not show off, and that guarding against best friends is better than guarding against fire and thieves.

"Last time you carried me like yesterday, and I was so happy. I thought I shouldn't feel happy, otherwise I would be letting Ziya down, but I was really happy, what should I do? When I was little, I once practiced my kung fu well, and my master was very happy. He made me a little tiger out of scraps of cloth, and I loved it so much. That was the happiest day of my life, but it wasn't as happy as when you carried me..."

Jiang Mingzhe felt a pang of sympathy upon hearing this and couldn't help but pat Mu Wanqing's thin back. At the same time, he was secretly amazed.

She is indeed very thin, but what's with this amazing feeling on her chest?

"Alright, alright, your injury is quite serious. Don't talk so much. Do you have any wound medicine? I'll apply it for you first."

Jiang Mingzhe offered gentle words of comfort.

Mu Wanqing shook her head: "They were all taken away by those two fierce old women. They're probably on the carriage, but it doesn't matter whether they get on or not, since I'm a ghost now anyway. But it's strange, do ghosts feel pain when they're injured?"

She looked up at Jiang Mingzhe with a puzzled expression. Perhaps due to her excitement, her originally pale lips had turned rosy, and her cheeks were flushed. She looked delicate and beautiful, just like a newly opened flower ready to be picked.

With great willpower, Jiang Mingzhe looked away from her lips and touched her cheek with his finger: "Are you hot?"

"hot!"

Mu Wanqing nodded, then asked in surprise, "Are all ghosts who were killed by ghosts hot?"

As she spoke, she placed her fingers on Jiang Mingzhe's face: "Am I hot?"

"cold."

Jiang Mingzhe wasn't lying; Mu Wanqing's fingers were indeed cold. She should soak her feet in water boiled with ginger and Sichuan peppercorns, and drink more brown sugar, red bean, and red date stew.

"Alright! Miss Mu..."

"Miss!"

Mu Wanqing's fingers, which were originally cool and slippery against Jiang Mingzhe's face, suddenly turned and pinched his mouth.

"Wanqing! Wanqing, is that enough?"

"Hmph." Mu Wanqing pouted, reluctantly accepting.

"Wanqing, what I want to tell you is that we are probably not dead."

Ring ring ring! Mu Wanqing blinked, her eyes saying four words: Are you kidding me?

"Listen to me, what happened last night wasn't a ghost, but a poisonous creature, the king of all poisons, the Manggu Toad. Don't be fooled by its loud voice, it's actually quite small. This thing..."

"...And so, I kept refining it with my poison-making skills until it finally lost its strength and I killed it. If you don't believe me, its body is still soaking in this gourd!"

Jiang Mingzhe spoke until his lips were dry, but he finally managed to explain what had happened.

Mu Wanqing's expression was extremely complicated.

Shock, terror, confusion, guilt, shame...

She reached up and touched the wound in her hair, hissing in pain, and murmured, "I think I'm really not dead... this, this..."

Suddenly her eyes rolled back and she fell backward. Jiang Mingzhe quickly caught her and gently laid her flat on the ground. He thought her injury had relapsed, but then he noticed that her long eyelashes were trembling.

Pretending to be dizzy?

Jiang Mingzhe immediately realized that this girl, who was usually aloof, was so embarrassed by this blunder that she fainted. When she woke up, she would probably pretend not to remember.

He suppressed a laugh, nodded to himself, and thought to himself that this idea was quite clever. This line of thinking coincided with his earlier plan to knock the other party unconscious.

He didn't expose her, and muttered to himself, "I need to find some wound medicine; it's on the carriage..."

He found a small package on the carriage, brought it back, and opened it. Inside were two sets of clothes, two pairs of hidden darts, a box of short arrows, and five or six bottles of various sizes.

I opened them one by one and smelled them; some were fragrant, some were faint, some were green, and some were red.

He couldn't help but worry: "Why are there so many bottles? Which one is the wound medicine?"

Then a very soft, almost inaudible voice said, "It's in the vermilion porcelain bottle; just a little is enough."

(End of this chapter)