Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

"That's right, my silly son clearly knows that Susu's child belongs to someone else, but he was afraid that Susu would be hurt when he found out, so he kept hiding it from him. He even planned to raise the child as his own child." Old Master Hong hesitated as he spoke.

"But the baby was born in a different way."

Old man Hong nodded at me and told me that since birth, Susu's child had a mouthful of black blood in his mouth. He was a follower of the Taoist religion for many years, so he could tell that something was wrong. Even the wife who delivered the child to Susu said that the child was unlucky and couldn't be kept at home.

The Taoist priest said that the child Su Su had given birth to was the reincarnation of a ghost baby that had died in his previous life. If he were to stay at home, it was likely that his entire family would be ruined.

Only by finding a family that ate and recited all year round, giving the child to someone else to adopt, could this disaster on their side be resolved. The family that sent the child to foster would be better off living near the Buddhist Hall, in the hope that the incense of the Buddhist Hall would gradually dissipate the resentment on the child.

When I heard the hesitation in Old Master Hong's words, I asked him, "The Taoist at Mao Mountain told you that giving a child to someone else might just be able to dissolve that child's resentment, right?"

Old Master Hong looked at me weirdly, as if he didn't expect that I would ask him so pointedly.

"If we can't suppress that child's anger, the family that adopted him will bring disaster upon three generations, and the generations will not die a good death." Old man Hong spoke with some helplessness.

However, I started to understand Hong Haibin's feelings. That child was ominous and he wasn't his own child. He was afraid that the child would harm their family. That was understandable.

However, the most pitiful one was Su Su.

Master Hong pulled a chair to sit on the head of Hong Haibin's bed and beckoned for me to come over.

The lights in the room were dim, the dark gray curtains were drawn. He was dressed in a dark Tang suit, especially his dark red embroidered jacket. In this light, it looked like a thick cloud of blood.

I was a little afraid of Master Hong, so I refused to come forward. He called me twice, saying that he wanted to discuss something with me.

This house is really depressing me, but with the absence of Daoist Su and Old Master Hong not willing to let me go, I was hesitating on what to do. Behind me, Mu Feng said to me in a light voice, "Don't be afraid, first listen to what he has to say to you."

I tilted my head slightly, a grunt of acknowledgment coming from my throat. Patriarch Hong frowned and asked what I was talking about.

I walked over with a dry smile and said nothing. When I reached the end of the bed, I stopped and asked Master Hong what he wanted to talk to me about.

"You said that you're a Soul Painter, but I've heard that a Soul Painter can draw the souls of dead people, leaving the souls of dead people in the mortal world." Master Hong stared at me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. A trace of calculation flashed across his eyes.

I lowered my head, as if Old Master Hong wanted me to help him draw the soul of his family, but only his daughter-in-law, Susu, died in his family, so I said, "However, we also have the rules of a Soul Painter, so we can't draw a Soul Painter unless we have seen and verified the corpse."

Old Master Hong lightly nodded his head, pointed at Hong Haibin, and said to me, "Here, take a look."

I was a little surprised and hurriedly asked, "But didn't you say that he didn't die?"

Old Master Hong sighed. A tinge of sadness appeared in his eyes. With a trembling hand, he caressed Hong Haibin's head.

"But my son's body is no longer usable."

I asked him why. Master Hong's gaze suddenly became ruthless and he gnashed his teeth as he said, "It's all that vile spawn! If he wants to kill my son, I can only hide my son's soul first. I want you to draw my son's soul and then find a body for him so my son can live. "

Master Hong also told me that his son's soul was now hidden in his study.

His plan surprised me greatly, especially when Master Hong was so fierce. The look in his eyes frightened me, but I was still a little doubtful. So I asked him, that child has already been sent away by Hong Haibin, how could he go back and harm him?

Master Hong said that the child had died on the night he was sent to his foster home, but that the father and son had not known about it at the time. On the morning of the first day, when his son went out of the house, he opened the door to find a bundle placed in front of the door.

The bundle contained the child's corpse.

Hong Haibin was so scared that he fainted on the ground when he saw the child's corpse. He had a high fever for more than a week and when he called the foster home to ask, he found out that the child had been sent there on the same night. The family did not take the child seriously and directly buried the child in a plot behind the Buddhist Hall.

The family went to the buddhist hall to look for the high monk, and said that the child had too much grievance on his body, and was then buried behind the buddhist hall after his death. The child's soul could not enter the buddhist hall, so he had to go to their home to cause trouble.

Thus, the family dug out the child's corpse and brought it back to the Hong family that very night.

"So when your son became like this, it was all because of that dead child?"

"That's right, I want you to draw my son's soul, so that bastard won't be able to harm him." Old Master Hong's words were unquestionable. The neatly combed white hair on his head was also trembling with excitement.

But at this time, I heard Mu Feng say, "No way, Hong Haibin's situation is too strange. How can he draw a soul if he isn't dead?"

Of course I know, if I draw his soul, then it would be equivalent to letting him have two sets of body, his name would disappear from the Book of Life and Death, if it were to be found out by the underworld, the Yin Division would come looking for trouble with me.

"What? You're not willing?" Old Master Hong stared at me sinisterly, causing me to tremble in fear.

I forced myself to stay calm and said that I needed to prepare to draw a soul first. I also needed to invite my master, Daoist Master Su, to come back and calculate the time before we could proceed.

After saying that, I looked at Master Hong guiltily. He said 'yes' thoughtfully and told me to go downstairs first.

When I left the room, I heaved a sigh of relief. Mu Feng told me that I should wait for Taoist Su to come back before making my plans.

I looked at him and nodded. Everything here made me feel uneasy, and I had a feeling that this house was not as simple as Master Hong had said it was.

He said that his son, Hong Haibin, was hurt by Susu's child until now, but ever since I entered the Hong family, I didn't see a single ghost. That child, Susu, who just died, and Hong Haibin.

The main culprit who killed Hong Haibin, the child Su Su gave birth to, in my previous life, was a ghost baby who died in vain. In this life, he was born with black blood and died prematurely, so the resentment of this ghost baby was beyond my imagination.