Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

Old Master Hong's expression changed. With a dignified expression, he muttered to himself, "I still have to count the time …"

I lowered my head and didn't reply. Master Hong frowned and said to me, "But I want you to draw Hai Bin's soul as soon as possible. After all, the night is long, and the day after tomorrow is the auspicious day for the funeral.

However, I just drew the soul of Shujun's son last night. Although I ate a Yang Reversion Pill given to me by Taoist Su this afternoon, I still have not fully recovered my physical strength.

Besides, the rule of counting the time before drawing the soul has always been strictly observed from my grandpa's generation.

Old Master Hong glared at me without showing any anger. His aura was rather strong, it made it difficult for people to breathe while he stared at me.

Old Master Hong, Soul Painter has his own rules. Moreover, the time of drawing a soul is calculated by the time of the deceased's birth or death, and if the time is wrong, it can cause the soul to fail. I lowered my head slightly, not looking at Old Master Hong as my words made sense.

No matter how impatient Old Master Hong was, he had no choice but to agree. However, he immediately took out a piece of paper and passed it to me.

On the piece of paper, there were eight large words written with a pen. The characters were written in strong and forceful characters. The owner of the characters was also written on the top of the character, Hong Haibin.

Master Hong raised his hand towards me, and I immediately understood. I began to calculate the time, and a quarter of an hour later, I returned the calligraphy to Master Hong and told him that the time for drawing the soul of Hong Hai Bin had passed. Five hours later, it would be eleven o'clock, which was just right.

I originally thought that this hour would drag on until tomorrow, but I didn't expect that Hong Haibin's fate would be so special and that his eight words would be so weak.

This suited Old Master Hong's intentions. He was overjoyed after hearing this and immediately urged me to prepare the things needed to draw the soul.

Before I left, I saw Hong Haibin standing behind Taoist Su's sofa. He silently nodded at me and gave me a grateful look.

Without batting an eyelid, I turned around to remind Patriarch Hong to prepare a personal item for Hong Haibin and pass it to me.

Old Master Hong excitedly replied. I muttered to myself that something wasn't right and went downstairs quietly.

After returning to my room, I said to Mu Feng, "You said that the two brothers from the Hong family are too weird. Why is it that it's midnight when drawing souls?"

Tell me, maybe the Hong family's lives are different from those of ordinary people.

I think about it, that's true. After all, these two brothers both had bodies and souls that died before they could die. The timing they calculated was different from that of ordinary people.

I kicked off my shoes and jumped onto the bed. Mu Feng asked me if I should eat another Yang Reversion Pill and he was worried that I wouldn't be able to take it in the evening.

I casually waved my hands as I crossed my legs. "Pills are made from cinnabar sulfur. Eating it occasionally does a lot of things. Eating it often would cost one's life."

Because I had to draw Hong Haibin's soul tonight, Master Hong was very proactive in having the servants prepare dinner in advance. Since the sky was darkening, I was called by Shujun to the dining hall for dinner.

A few days ago, Old Master Hong didn't even eat with us. Instead, he was in high spirits today. Not only that, he had someone open a bottle of red wine.

However, I rejected them on the grounds of wanting to draw the soul, and Taoist Su also said that they had a family. Although they are not in the sect, they still have to follow the rules.

Since Shujun was pregnant, she naturally couldn't touch the wine. After a long while, only Master Hong drank half a bottle. However, this bottle of wine was only half a bottle, yet it actually made Master Hong drunk too much.

He kept pulling at Daoist Priest Su, asking him to accompany him in drinking. However, Daoist Priest Su was very resolute, insisting that he must observe the law and not touch the wine.

In the end, Patriarch Hong slammed the goblet down on the table, stared at Taoist Su for a few seconds, then suddenly opened his mouth and laughed twice. He patted Taoist Su's shoulder and shouted, "You're saying that you're such a Taoist, why are you so stubborn!? In May, Taoist Zhang was the first person I invited, but he was different. Not only did he possess superb Taoism, he also ate large bowls of meat and drank wine. "

I stirred the spoon on my elbow and made a clear sound as I touched the bowl.

"Old Master Hong, you're saying that you invited a Daoist over before?" My heart rate quickened, and I cautiously tried to guess.

Old Master Hong's eyes were blurry as he looked in my direction. He rubbed his head and pretended to be deep in thought. Um, when the weather was warm, didn't my daughter-in-law leave? My son got sick again, so I invited that Taoist Zhang to our house to do something.

I rolled my eyes and asked, "Since Taoist Zhang had come before us to handle the matters of the law, why didn't he manage the matters at that time?"

If it was in the past, I would definitely not dare to ask Old Master Hong this much. But after drinking today, he doesn't look as fierce as he usually does.

"Him …" The best he can do is to do some legal work, but he can't do anything else, and he had other things to do at that time, so he left after staying with me for three or four days. "

As Old Master Hong spoke, he was already feeling drowsy. Shujun stood up and supported him. She smiled awkwardly at me and Dao Elder Su. "My apologies, my old master drank too much. I've let you down."

I smiled dryly and said a few words in a perfunctory manner. Without leaving a trace behind, my gaze landed on Shujun. This woman lied to me!

Shujun seemed a little nervous, so she quickly called for the fat auntie in the kitchen to come out with her. The two of them carried Master Hong upstairs, and ordered the kitchen to cook him a bowl of wine.

In the dining room, only Taoist Su and I were left.

He calmly looked at the porridge on the table and chuckled as he said to me, "It's still far from 11 PM. Master Hong should be able to wake up then. Even if he doesn't wake up, there shouldn't be a problem."

I smiled at him, and the meaning was clear.

It's just that I don't understand why Shujun lied to me.

When I drew her son's soul, I counted the time. Her son hadn't even been born yet, so I took the day when his soul was extracted from him as his death.

I remember clearly, Shujun told me at the time, it was the sixteenth of the sixth month of the Lunar calendar.

However, the Daoist Priest who had extracted her son's soul had come to Master Hong's house in May and had left after staying for less than two days. This clearly did not match the date Shujun had mentioned.