Nightmare

ung boy was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and dress pants, carrying a neat briefcase with the school emblem on it... Which family's young master is this"Hello Miss Yin Luo, my master asked me to give...The sound is very subtle and gentle.

But we all heard it, this wasn't an illusion, something was actually hitting the bell.

"Tsk tsk... there's no strange aura in the yard... It must be something outside the bell" My brother whispered, "Should we take the bell down and see what it is What's trying to break into the barrier"

These eight red cords are actually like a barrier, preventing negative energy from clashing or anything from escaping.

The little lynx walked to my feet and rubbed its head against my calf, whispering, "This feels like a summons."

"Summoning" I bent down and picked it up. It looked up at the hanging bell.

"This thing should belong to someone. It's spiritual, has always been sealed, and now that it's in the world, it immediately responded to the summons." The little lynx said.

Dad's brow furrowed in thought: "I can't really remember when I got this... When I was younger, I wasn't afraid of anything. I handled a lot of dangerous stuff, and some things that didn't seem harmful, I just threw them down in the basement."

The basement where the sinister objects are kept has many protective measures. My dad had warned me before, absolutely no going into the basement.

After experiencing Bai Xishi's sixteenth birthday that night, I held a deep reverence, even fear, for yin and yang spirits.

Therefore, I lived in the house for three years and never thought about going near the basement. I didn't even go down the stairs to the basement once.

My brother touched his chin and said, “ rouge is a woman's thing, this vanity set is something that was placed on a woman's dressing table in the old days. This owner should be a female ghost What kind of female ghost is so powerful, even a makeup box wants to return to her side”

"First, we need to figure out the age of this box," I examined it carefully. "The wood seems rather unique."

My brother came over and asked, "What's so special Is it a piece of golden nanmu wood Golden nanmu wood is valuable."

"You only think about money…" I complained as I huddled closer to him, trying to figure out the box together.

Suddenly, a chill swept through the air, and the bell chimed lightly, startling us. We looked up and saw Jiang Qiyun gracefully striding towards us on the moonlit path.

He looked at the eight red lines and bells hanging in the courtyard above us and said to my brother, “... Your Mu family knows quite a bit, huh”

"You're flattering me, I don't know much. Come help us figure out what this is," my brother said with a smile.

My older brother didn't seem to be afraid of Jiang Qiyun at all. He started by calling him "brother-in-law" with a smile, and later even threatened him a few times. Jiang Qiyun showed him respect.

The identity of uncle by marriage is indeed special.

Jiang Qiyun took the box, and I moved to the living room to sit down. My brother brought over all his tools: a flashlight, tweezers, velvet cloth, an antique magnifying glass, and so on.

"...This is a blood dragon wood," Jiang Qiyun continued, shining his flashlight on it carefully for a closer inspection.

His slender, strong fingers lightly caressed the wood grain.

"What is dragon blood wood..." Although our family deals in antiques, we know very little about wood, and this kind of wood is quite rare.

“It’s a kind of rosewood from Southeast Asia. In the past, only royalty was allowed to use it. It has good light transmission and spirituality, so it mostly exists in the forms of Buddha statues, Buddha beads, and amulets... The monk Huqing's rosary is made of this material.” Jiang Qiyun explained simply.

Indeed, when I shone a small flashlight on it, the wood emitted a purplish-red glow and had a beautiful grain pattern.

This crystal-clear luster is unique to trees, a genuine blood dragonwood must have a long and illustrious history. Jiang Qiyun opened the box.

That whiff of perfume made him furrow his brows slightly. His nose was so sensitive, he couldn't stand such a pungent smell.

He reached out to grab the rouge box, and I quickly grabbed his finger and said, "Wear gloves, my brother got some on yesterday, it smelled like blood for two days!"

That rouge box was a porcelain container, very classical in style, but the contents inside had turned black and spoiled.

"Why could Bai Wu Chang smell this scent all of a sudden"

"...His five senses were the most acute because there was a lot of incense in the human world, and his magic power was great when he was in the human world." Jiang Qiyun explained simply.

I believe this, no matter if it's a monk, Taoist or lay person, who doesn't know the names of Black and White Impermanence

Even the revered Bei Tai Di Jun doesn't have this many followers.

Jiang Qiyun opened the box, and the wobbly thing inside made him frown: "There's human oil in here... No wonder Bai Wuchang found the smell strange."

Alas!

My brother immediately rubbed his hands together, stepping back a foot. "Although I know demons aren't known for being good, how could anyone use human oil in cosmetics"

I couldn't help but step back. Jiang Qiyun quickly snapped the box shut, placing it back in her vanity. He removed his gloves and drew a talisman in mid-air, sticking it onto the vanity.

"Objects imbued with spiritual energy are often the result of special events or treatments. It's not surprising that this box contains traces of human oil. This object is suspicious, and it's best to avoid further contact. Put it back immediately and seal it with a protective ward."

We certainly believed his words. As Jiang Qiyun pulled me back to the room, I whispered, "How did you know there was oil inside"

He narrowed his eyes and said faintly, "From ancient times to the present, I have seen many evil ghosts. They were born to refine human oil and corpse oil, then sell it to others... Quickly wash yourself with mugwort, don't get covered in this pungent smell."

"You don't like scents" I laughed. "So many women put on makeup, isn't it just to please their beloved men"

He leaned in and whispered with a smile, "I love the smell of you. It's sweet, and there's still a hint of milk."

I picked up my nightie and smiled at him, "Well, you smell like rouge too. Want to wash together"

I thought he would refuse, after all, the maids in his Yin Jing Tian Gong always got things ready for him—water, incense, flowers, and even tidied up his clothes. All he had to do was take a bath. Here, he has to do everything himself.

However, he just gave a faint smile and said, “Okay.”

"...."

After showering until the water turned cold, I shivered and used hot water to warm myself up. Then, I ran to bed and lay down. He laughed and said this was my own doing, and we changed battlefields and continued our fight.

To save my mattress, I put the large waterproof pad used during childbirth under the sheets. After all, changing bedsheets has almost become a daily routine anyway.

I slept soundly until just before dawn. I woke up and, in a daze, went to the table and started using my breast pump. Glancing through the gap in the curtains, I saw my brother walk into the backyard.

When the sky just started to brighten, what did he get up to do

I was suddenly jolted awake. Could there be something wrong with that old rouge

He was possessed!

Just as I was about to rush down to save my brother in surprise, I saw him unlocking the back door with his fingerprint.

The door opened and Miss Lin walked in. She reached out and touched my brother's forehead, as if she felt he was sick, and then my brother hugged her and kissed her...

Uh, this isn't being possessed by a demon, it's gotta be blood rushing to the brain, rightere a ghost“It’s just some wandering resentment. There are no ghosts in this house,” Mu Wanchen closed the air window and said to me, “Gambling has always been an extreme bad habit. There’s even an ex...