In the future, Earth becomes a relic of the mythical era.

Chapter 64 Even with a purple crown, a golden edict, and a noble title, nothing can compare to the loneliness of an eyebrow pencil lying on a dressing table.

"Stop arguing. You probably can't leave now."

Xie Lingxin suddenly spoke up.

Everyone looked around.

The thick fog around us had thinned out at some point.

A huge ash pit was revealed.

The ash pit was much closer than it appeared to the naked eye; it was practically within arm's reach.

Beside the ash pit, as Cui Hong said, there were many clay figurines.

These clay figurines are all painted red, with flower-adorned headdresses and red silk and flowers sculpted on their bodies.

They looked like clay sculptures of grooms.

I counted them, and there were 18 of them!
The voices of the crowd seemed to startle two rows of clay figurines.

It trembled slightly, shaking off the dust that had accumulated over the years, and walked towards them step by step.

Creepy.

They had seen how troublesome this thing was.

"If we can't leave, then we won't leave!"

"Go to hell!!"

Zhu Wenjie was furious at Huo Shan's death.

Taking advantage of Cui Hong's distraction, he roared and swung his fists as he charged out.

Liu Sanxian wasn't much slower, his hands tightly gripping a dozen or so willow-leaf throwing knives as he followed closely behind.

Perhaps it was because of his family's inherited divination techniques; the more he knew, the more he was prone to overthinking, which made Cui Hong accustomed to planning before acting.

Seeing this, they were still hesitant and anxious.

Xie Lingxin suddenly asked, "Are you confident you can hold off these clay figurines?"

Cui Hong was taken aback upon hearing this, but then understood what he meant and exclaimed, "The power of this thing is beyond our comprehension!"

"It's at least a fourth level, or even higher. Even with a divine summoning technique, you wouldn't be able to handle it."

Xie Lingxin shook her head: "I don't want to confront them head-on, I can only say I'll give it a try. I've already contacted Teacher Bai, and he's on his way. Before that..."

This thing's power is truly terrifying, and extremely bizarre.

"If I fail, you can keep stalling for time; if you can't stall any longer, you're dead."

Cui Hong's eyes flickered as he thought about the divination he had performed earlier.

Both above and below are Qian (乾), supreme and unparalleled!
A dragon soars in the sky; it is auspicious to meet a great man!
I hope my guess is right, and that the Qian hexagram really applies to Xie Lingxin.

So even if it is extremely dangerous, it will surely turn bad luck into good and turn misfortune into good fortune.

Otherwise... so be it!
He gritted his teeth and said, "I can give it a try. These clay figures are troublesome, but I have a lot of paper soldiers. If I pile them up and let them kill me, it will take at least ten minutes. That thing is yours."

As he spoke, he took off his outer robe and shook it vigorously.

The pieces of paper immediately fluttered and flew around.

Xie Lingxin then realized that what he said was truly a lot!
The pieces of paper turned into armored soldiers as soon as they hit the ground, numbering in the hundreds!

Cui Hong commanded hundreds of armored soldiers and charged out directly.

Zhu and Liu immediately felt much less pressure.

Xie Lingxin did not move.

This female ghost is too eerie. Even if I reveal my true form as Lei Zu, can I really deal with her?
He wasn't sure.

At this moment, he had already thought of something that might increase his chances of killing the thing.

He stroked the blade of the Golden-Slaying Blade and silently thought: Whether the Golden-Slaying Blade can avenge your master depends on this moment.

It seemed as if they wanted to draw courage from the knife.

He looked up into the ash pit.

There was a figure dressed in a red wedding gown, appearing and disappearing in the distance.

The singing could be faintly heard.

"What talk of vows of eternal love, what talk of deep affection?"

"I fear all I'll see are barren slopes overgrown with white bone grass..."

"Isn't this just asking for someone to be tortured to death?"

"On this side, tears of rouge soak the mandarin duck pillow; on that side, banners unfurl as they pass through the gates of hell..."

"The spring dream of a maiden's boudoir is shattered on the night of the reunion..."

"This bitter wine is drunk with utter, utter pain..."

"Even with a purple crown, a golden edict, and a title of nobility, it cannot compare to..."

Upon hearing this song, everyone, including Xie Lingxin, had hatred in their eyes.

A red veil covers her head, and her red lips are faintly visible.

The song was melodious and plaintive, filled with endless longing and boundless sorrow. It seemed to be lamenting the chaos of the world and grieving the departure of a loved one.

It sounded like the murmur of a vengeful ghost.

Xie Lingxin, however, gleaned something from it.

Thinking back to the time when the man in the iron mask threw the eyebrow pencil.

There's also the scene where, after killing Huo Shan, the female ghost hands Zhu Wenjie an eyebrow pencil.

Bai Ruhui mentioned in class that these ghosts often have special mechanisms for killing people.

The more powerful and bizarre the method, the more likely it is to be so.

Because ghosts, though born from the dead, have long since lost their humanity and intelligence.

Only a remnant soul remains, relying on some kind of instinct to act.

This instinct is often related to the greatest obsession before death.

Xie Lingxin had another worry at this moment: the masked man from earlier.

He had a feeling that the person would come back.

But he didn't have time to think about it too much.

If the female ghost in front of us doesn't die, we don't need to wait for the Iron-Masked Man to appear.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the female ghost in the pit.

"Hey, weren't you looking for someone to do your eyebrows? I'll do them for you!"

Xie Lingxin shouted loudly at the female ghost.

"Unable to withstand..."

The female ghost did react; she paused slightly while singing, then continued.

Xie Lingxin was overjoyed and changed her address, saying, "My wife! I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

"Back then, the Prince of Nanyang personally led a large army to guard Guanzhong. The military order summoned him, and the matter was urgent. I was unable to say goodbye to my wife! I am so sorry!"

Cui Hong and his companions were overwhelmed by the clay figurines and could only rely on a large number of paper soldiers to keep up.

Hearing Xie Lingxin's shout, they were all a little dumbfounded.

What nonsense is he talking about?
Xie Lingxin, however, had some guesses about the female ghost's experiences.

According to the information in the document, there is a local legend about this female ghost. She was killed by thieves when she was traveling alone on her way to a wedding.

It's abnormal for someone to get married without anyone to see her off, and to have to travel alone.

Some information can be roughly inferred from its song:
The world was in chaos, war broke out everywhere, bandits were rampant, and the people were torn apart and suffered unspeakable pain.

The phrases "banners unfurled over the gates of hell" and "bestowed with purple crowns and golden edicts" suggest that the female ghost's husband was most likely a soldier.

Nine times out of ten, war broke out, forcing him to leave hastily on the eve of his wedding, without even having time to say goodbye.

This female ghost must have had a fiery personality in her previous life.

Her husband left without explanation, and her family would certainly oppose the marriage, or at least suspend the wedding, but she married him alone.

Perhaps it was resentment or bitterness, or perhaps it was love or longing; whatever it was, that was her stubbornness.

As for the Prince of Nanyang...

When did the Jin Dynasty reach its most chaotic point?
Of course, we cannot leave out the War of the Eight Princes.

From that moment on, the era of the Five Barbarian Invasions began, a time when the lowest of morals was revealed.

Shortly after this, Sima Mo, the Prince of Nanyang, was ordered to lead troops to guard Guanzhong.

At this time, the Prince of Nanyang was still alive, and the War of the Eight Princes should have been over not long ago.

Xie Lingxin was just guessing.

In an emergency, there's no time to think about anything else.

Who knew he actually guessed right?

The eyebrow pencil lies forlornly on the dressing table…

"Why not share some of the suffering from chaos and turmoil with the peaceful years...?"

The last "year" in the female ghost's voice was drawn out with a long, drawn-out tone, full of sorrow and lament.

"My lord, you've finally come..."

"Would you like me to have your eyebrows painted?"

A striking bright red wedding dress shimmered faintly in the ash pit.

It flickers like a TV with a bad signal.

She raised her delicate hand, holding an eyebrow pencil, and beckoned to Xie Lingxin.

"Okay, okay, here I come."

Xie Lingxin slowly walked over.

"I'll draw your eyebrows..."

(End of this chapter)