Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

I looked at the bottle in my father's hand, and he told me that it contained the blood that our Soul Painter had passed down through generations. From my ancestors until my grandfather, the blood had been stored here. I asked Father what was the purpose of all this blood. Father said that all the past Soul Painting Masters of our Ren Family were male and not female. But when it came to me, this rule was broken.

"What does this rule have to do with the blood?"

"Every generation of Soul Painting Masters gives their descendants a divination when they fuse their blood into this bottle. At that time, when your grandfather was divining, I was watching by the side because he had already decided to pass on his art to you. He said that you were destined to encounter three tribulations, and all of them happened after you became an adult."

My head was in a state of panic. I couldn't understand why my father would suddenly start talking about this.

"Wenwen, I didn't want you to marry into the Wang family, but you must marry into the current situation." Wenwen, I didn't want you to marry into the Wang family, but you must marry into the current situation.

Before he could finish, I retorted back.

"Dad, do I have to marry into their Wang family because I was lucky enough to encounter a bloody disaster?"

Dad looked as if he had expected this reaction from me, so Wu San came up to me and told me in a strong tone that I shouldn't underestimate this bottle of blood, and that I was now shrouded in yin energy and needed to renew the sun.

In the rules of Wu San's line, those who were wrapped in the Yin Qi must find a way to renew the sun in time, or else they would be slowly swallowed by the Yin Qi.

I thought, Mu Feng shouldn't have done that …

Afterwards, I asked Third Uncle how he knew that I was being attacked by a large amount of Yin Qi. Third Uncle said that although he couldn't see Mu Feng, he could at least feel some traces of it.

"Must we marry them? "But I still don't want to get married yet. Besides, it's not like only Wang Dabin can get married!"

I was so sure that I didn't want to get married, but suddenly my father sat down on the sofa with a worried look on his face.

I asked him what was wrong, but he kept saying something about "family misfortune."

Holy sh * t, are they going to put on an annual drama of bitter love? Forced marriage? This is a new century, how can you force me like this?

Wenwen, if you really don't want to get married, then you have to promise me one thing. As long as you finish this, I'll promise you anything.

I nodded and asked Dad what it was about.

Dad paused, I saw him and Wu San Uncle look at each other, then Dad told me, I must help Wang Dazhi draw the soul.

I felt like I had been struck by lightning. Is this still my father?

"I went to see Wang Dazhi's corpse. He died a violent death, so according to the rules, I can't draw his soul."

"Wenwen, I know all of this. I mean, you have to deal with this, or your Uncle Wang will not let us go."

After hearing my father's words, I suddenly felt that my father must have been caught by Uncle Wang. Otherwise, why would he want me to draw Wang Dazhi's soul for him, and even find a bunch of excuses to fool me!

"Dad, tell me honestly, did you get caught? If you encounter any problems, just tell me and I will help you deal with them. There's also Mom and Uncle Wu."

His father shook his head and said that Wu San Shu and his mother already knew about it.

I then understood that the blood of the ancestors and Uncle Wu's "Zongyang" was an excuse that they wanted to use to fool me. The real reason should be very sad …

Father said that Uncle Wang's youngest son, Wang Da Zhi, had a serious illness a few days ago, and because my father had studied medicine before, he was once invited by Uncle Wang to treat that person. On that day, it just so happened that Uncle Wu and I were at home, and when Dad came back, he was in the courtyard discussing this matter with Uncle Wu.

I went to treat Da Zhi once. Originally, he had already recovered, but the day before yesterday, Da Zhi's illness suddenly broke out again, and they sent Da Zhi to the provincial capital to treat it. The best doctor in the provincial capital said that it was because I prescribed the wrong medicine once, so I was very wronged.

Thinking about it this way, it was probably because Uncle Wang thought that my father had prescribed the wrong medicine, so now he wants me to make amends for my father's sins.

"Why did his son come to you when he was ill? Isn't this scientific? "Even though you have learned some medical skills from the Medical Association, this kind of life and death matter …"

Just when I was feeling puzzled, Wu San told me that Wang Dazhi drowned accidentally after his old illness relapsed. When I heard this, I immediately disagreed.

I said no, there was indeed a black dot on Wang Dazhi's corpse's forehead. The existence of that black dot was evidence that he did not die naturally. Wang Dazhi must have been killed by him, so I would not agree to draw his soul.

"Dad, justice is in people's hearts. There are more than just our family's soul painting in this world, don't be impatient. I think it's just that Wang guy trying to screw us over."

After a night of intense discussion, the next day I was still very determined not to draw my soul.

"Wenwen, pack up and come with me to the Wang family."

After breakfast, my father was about to take me to the Wang family. I was extremely reluctant, so I asked him why he was there. He said that he would draw the soul, and I would help him.

My face was full of shock. Although my dad was good at soul painting, his skills were far from mine. After all, he didn't get his grandfather's legacy. I really couldn't imagine what kind of weakness Uncle Wang had to threaten my dad.

On the way, I repeatedly asked my father what Uncle Wang had threatened him with, but my father asked me instead, saying that I must draw his soul for him when the time came.

When we arrived at the Wang household, I saw that Uncle Wang had been waiting at the door to greet my father and me. It was as if my father had long since decided that he would bring me with him to their house.

Uncle Wang welcomed him with a smile, while Wang Dabin stood behind him with a simple and honest look.

"Old Ren, you're here! "Hahaha, come in."

I rolled my eyes at Uncle Wang and didn't even want to look at him.

Wang Dabin said that Wang Dazhi's body had been refrigerated. Since it had just been buried, it would be inconvenient for him to move it out right now. He told me to go with my father.

We came to the place where Wang Dazhi's body was lying. It was more like a morgue, with more than one coffin inside. I counted at least ten.

"Your family owns a coffin shop?"

Wang Dabin, on the other hand, smiled and explained to my father and me that the Wang family had looked at the current situation and found that this market was not bad, so they chose to do business in the underworld. The so-called underworld business is to give marriage, house, and life to the dead, because there are still a lot of superstitious people …