Engagement?
Marital agreement with the Zhi Xian?
No, it's the marital agreement with the Headless Woman!?
The names of the two people are followed by dates.
However, this date is empty and has not been filled in.
My hands trembled slightly, and I struggled to move my gaze away from the wedding certificate. I turned my head to look around.
The white mist had not dispersed.
Jia Ying deduced wrongly that the marriage certificate is not the key to breaking the nightmare evil prison.
Even when the Zhi Xian came back to life, it did not break it……
I stared at the lifeless body of the Zhi Xian, and a faint fear surged through my heart.
Frankly speaking, the Headless Woman really is protecting me. Even to protect me, she is willing to risk her soul.
But she is, after all, a ghost.
Even with this Zhi Xian body, she is a ghostly corpse.
Corpse ghosts and humans are completely different paths, how can they possibly be combined!?
Old Qinhead went mad, gave me a marriage contract with a corpse ghost?
Did he calculate it long ago that the Xu family would break the marriage contract?
Then I wouldn't be hiding my name and fame, is that also what Old Qinhead calculated!?
My thoughts scattered in an instant, and I twisted my head abruptly to look at the side of the bamboo shed.
There was a gap between the bamboo stalks, and through the gap, I could see Old Qinhead's coffin outside!
I tried to suppress the fear in my heart, but what followed was still confusion.
What is Old Qinhead really trying to do?
Struggling to keep my thoughts from getting disoriented, I took a step forward, directly walking towards the white mist!
La Gong stared with wide eyes, taking deep breaths as if he had been scared dumbfounded!
To my surprise, after stepping into the white mist, there was no change; I was still surrounded by the mist.
The chaotic mist, which was originally surging, now seemed very peaceful, and no human figure had formed……
La Gong's terror turned into a grin!
His teeth were showing.
This is not a laugh of watching someone die, but a relief for him.
I remained silent for a moment and then spoke in a hoarse voice, "La Gong, how did you get into this evil prison?"
Suddenly, La Gong's face turned extremely stiff.
"Old Man, the thirty-six stratagems say that the best thing to do is to retreat. The Headless Woman is not to be trifled with, so be careful she gets upset and breaks your head." La Gong's eyes showed great fear.
"You didn't say that when there was something wrong, you would call La Gong? It's not just the three of Mr. Shao who are trapped; aren't you going to help Jia Ying? I can't help but let a shadow of anger cross my face."
"This..."
La Gong was sweating on his forehead……
"Have you lived a life of wimpiness as a human, and now as a ghost, you want to continue living in wimpiness?"
"I, Lu Xian Shen, am not a petty person. I have lived this life without fear of death. If you can't help, there is no value. Let your consciousness be suppressed by that man; it doesn't affect me."
My voice was especially cold.
La Gong was frightened, and his head snapped abruptly.
"Go back! Go back!"
"Stay in the coffin!"
My pupils contracted again.
"The Headless Woman... I don't want you to go in, old man... if you go, you might have to suffer."
La Gong had a very serious and earnest expression.
I paid no attention to his words, turned around, and with a few steps, I returned to the bamboo shed.
The lifeless body of the Zhi Xian still stood there, and the pointer of the terracotta compass was still turning softly.
I walked to the side of the coffin.
The coffin was actually quite large, as the Zhi Xian had come back to life, the red cloth had been pulled back, and one could see that the bottom of the coffin even had two headrests.
Only... the Zhi Xian has no head, so what use are the headrests for her?
The other headrest...
Was it prepared in advance for the second person?
For a moment, there was a struggle within my heart, but it only lasted a few seconds before I rolled over and without hesitation, climbed into the coffin.
Lying by his side, his head resting on the headrest!
"Sigh!"
"Huff!"
"Sigh!"
"Huff!"
La Gong lay face up, breathing heavily with his mouth wide open.
The faint chills crept into my body from every pore.
I seemed to feel an inexplicable pull.
My body felt as if it were falling.
However, my eyelids became heavier and I couldn't open them at all!
Darkness enveloped everything!
A muffled groan, and I grabbed wildly to both sides with my hands!
This was completely instinctual.
In reality, there was no one on my left, and the Zhi Xian had risen from her dead body.
On the right was the coffin lid.
According to logic, I could only touch the coffin board.
But unexpectedly, I managed to grasp nothing.
The sensation of falling with no gravity vanished.
The coldness of my limbs and bones also vanished without a trace.
What enveloped me was a faint mist and warmth.
My eyelids trembled, and I opened my eyes.
What I saw before me was a wide room, with tall ceilings.
The whole room was in an ancient and exquisite style.
Yet, amidst the warmth, there was also a sense of emptiness.
I sat up and surveyed the room.
On the left was a screen, and the mist and warmth were coming from that direction.
The rest of the place seemed normal.
In the center of the room, there was an solid wood carved square table. There was a desk at the window position.
The desk was covered with white paper, with a ink stone and pen placed beside it.
There was a wooden wardrobe in front of the right wall, and a peach wood sword was hanging on the door of the cabinet.
This is the Nightmare Evil Prison?
Lowering my head, I was about to call out to La Gong.
But the chamber pot was empty.
La Gong was not here.
"Hush..."
A tingling sensation in my ear, a sound so faint that it was almost unforgettable, seeped into my ear along with a cool breeze.
It was only then that I noticed that an extra head was on my shoulder.
Surely, it was Old Gong's dry ghost head?
"Do not speak, do not make a sound; the Headless Woman is looking for a head."
La Gong's voice became even smaller, and his forehead was sweating even more, as if his head was trembling slightly.
My eyebrows were furrowed tightly.
Nightmare is actually the most tenacious obsession of the departed.
The Zhi Xian is the Headless Woman.
Who would want to die and have their body separated?
But how could she possibly find her head?
The coffin she was in had no head, and it's very likely that her head was taken away when she died.
"Old Man, we need to quickly find the He family lady; let's get out of here as soon as possible... She is sleeping deeper and deeper; the souls and thoughts on her body are fragmented; her soul itself has completely fallen into the nightmare... She has been divided into several pieces..."
La Gong's voice grew more and more terrified.
My face changed slightly again.
The several pieces that La Gong mentioned.
It's not just about being headless; it seems to imply her soul as well...
The Headless Woman is one part, and the remaining soul that is still in the dreamworld is another part.
In the Zhi Xian's body, there were actually scattered thoughts generated by residual souls?
This means that even though she had resurrected, she was actually not awake because that part of her soul was still in the dreamworld.
Fortunately, I have La Gong's yang soul by my side, otherwise, I would have no idea what to do.
"Where is Jia Ying?" I barely moved my lips, but I did not utter a sound, instead, I communicated with lip language.
La Gong hesitated for a moment, looking towards the direction of the room door.
Then, he shook his head stiffly.
My heart skipped a beat.
But, I didn't feel disappointed. La Gong had already provided a lot of information and help.
"Someone has died."
La Gong's eye twitched, and he spoke in a hoarse voice again.
"Who died?" I narrowed my eyes, and my lips moved again.
La Gong wanted to open his mouth, but his forehead was knitted, and a hint of pain crossed his expression.
