LRAB Page 128
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The door opened.
It wasn't Long Yan who opened it; it was Wang Xian'er. She heard the noise outside the door.
Seeing through the peephole that Long Yan and the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage had returned, he opened the door directly.
Wang Xian'er was wearing shorts and a shirt, barefoot. Although it was a very casual look, she looked very charming.
"Little master, welcome home."
Seeing Long Yan return safely, Wang Xian'er smiled gently.
I spent the whole day worrying about whether Long Yan would encounter any danger while catching ghosts.
Now I can finally relax and breathe a sigh of relief.
"Little Master, are you hurt?"
Wang Xian'er walked around Long Yan, looking him up and down, and only felt completely relieved after finding that Long Yan was unharmed and had no wounds.
Long Yan was actually a little nervous, worried that Wang Xian'er would find the things in his pocket.
Fortunately, he acted naturally, and Wang Xian'er couldn't possibly go through his pockets.
"Sigh... no one cares about my old bones."
The hermit of the thatched cottage sighed. He wasn't being sarcastic; he was just making a joke.
Miss Shishi is so caring towards the little monk!
He himself was like the light bulb that was still on.
"Layman, I've been idle at home and have nothing to do, so I've prepared a table full of dishes for you. Come and taste how they are."
Wang Xian'er invited the two of them to sit down and eat.
She stayed home all afternoon and didn't go out.
Besides watching TV, my greatest pleasure is cooking.
even,
Wang Xian'er specifically asked the crew for leave tonight, citing feeling unwell as the reason for not going to the set to film.
Although she is very career-oriented, she also knows what's important.
I am one of the Ghost King's targets. If I get captured while I'm out, I'll be courting death.
Not only would it cause trouble for Long Yan, but it could also lead to her being killed, so Wang Xian'er did not risk filming the movie.
Unless, of course, Long Yan accompanies her to the film set.
"Miss Shishi, your cooking skills are really good."
The hermit of the thatched cottage ate a chicken wing and found the texture quite unique, praising it:
"I've never had chicken wings like this before!"
"Layman, these are cola chicken wings," Wang Xian'er introduced. "I learned this dish from my junior master."
The hermit in the thatched hut looked completely bewildered; he had never heard of cola as a condiment before, but he pretended to be very calm and commented:
"This dish is so creative, little monk, you're so clever!"
Then, the hermit continued eating chicken wings, completely captivated by the delicious food.
"Little master, you should try some too."
Wang Xian'er used her chopsticks to personally pick up a chicken wing for Long Yan.
She was worried that if all the chicken wings she made were eaten by the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage, then Long Yan would have nothing to eat.
Long Yan didn't stand on ceremony, took the chicken wing and took a bite. It was even better than what he had made.
Seeing that Long Yan was eating with great satisfaction, Wang Xian'er smiled with relief before asking:
"Little Master, did you manage to capture the Ghost King today?"
"We eliminated one, but the other escaped." Long Yan explained the situation to Wang Xian'er.
After all, Wang Xian'er is the Ghost King's number one target, and she needs to be clear about the current situation.
"Sister Xian'er, did anything unusual happen at home today?" Long Yan asked in return.
"There's nothing unusual."
Wang Xian'er shook her head and said, "Anyway, the Ghost King didn't come knocking."
With so many Five Thunder Talismans pasted on the room, even if the Fusang Ghost King came, he wouldn't dare to force his way in.
"but……"
Wang Xian'er remembered something and said:
"In the afternoon, someone knocked loudly on the door. It was a man wearing a mask. I didn't open the door."
The other party slipped a white wedding invitation under the door; it was probably a prank, so I threw it in the trash.
As a popular female star, being pranked like this is something that happens occasionally.
"Wedding invitation?"
Long Yan felt that things might not be so simple, so he took out a white wedding invitation from the trash can.
Wedding invitations are usually red, while white is only used for funerals.
The bride's name on the wedding invitation was, of course, Wang Xian'er.
As for the groom's name: Ah Ben!
"Is this how you pronounce this word?" The hermit of the thatched cottage, unable to read English, asked Long Yan.
“This person is Ben, the one who committed suicide in the church at night, the third incarnation of the Fusang Demon King,” Long Yan analyzed.
That bastard actually came to threaten Wang Xian'er this afternoon.
Fortunately, Wang Xian'er was very vigilant and did not open the door.
"Oh no, this one has been possessed by the Fusang Ghost King. He might come to find Miss Shishi and arrange a ghost marriage."
The hermit of the thatched cottage felt that this white wedding invitation was definitely not a good omen.
Wang Xian'er was startled when she heard their conversation...
092 Body Refinement Perfected! Golden Blood! Wang Xian'er: I Don't Want a Ghost Marriage!
I don't want a ghost marriage!
Wang Xian'er felt a chill run down her spine; a cold shiver rose from the soles of her feet.
She initially thought the white wedding invitation was just a threatening letter.
But unexpectedly, Ah Ben, who made the wedding invitations, had already committed suicide and was possessed by the Japanese Demon King.
"Little Master, what should I do?"
Wang Xian'er was at a loss and asked Long Yan for advice. She was just an ordinary person and had no way to deal with vengeful ghosts.
If Ah Ben hadn't died, she could have called the police to arrest him and put him in jail.
But Ah Ben is already dead, so calling the police is useless.
“Sister Xian’er, the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage and I will deal with the Ghost King of Fusang and will not allow him to have a ghost marriage with you.”
Long Yan comforted Wang Xian'er, telling him not to worry too much, which would save him the time of searching for the Fusang Ghost King.
Wang Xian'er breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she stayed with her little master, there shouldn't be any problems.
"Little monk, things are probably not as simple as you think."
The hermit's words made Wang Xian'er's heart leap into her throat again.
"The Fusang Ghost King comes from the underworld. If this white wedding invitation is certified by the underworld, ghost soldiers will probably come to pick up the bride."
The hermit of the thatched cottage expressed his concerns, saying:
"The ghosts in the underworld are endless. If they come out to greet the bride, they might very well steal Miss Shishi's soul."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xian'er trembled and turned pale.
I can't even stand up straight anymore.
A single demon king is already terrifying!
If all the ghosts in the underworld came out to welcome the bride, the scene would be terrifying!
Wang Xian'er didn't even dare to think about it.
She forced herself to calm down and asked the hermit in the thatched hut:
"If my soul is taken away, will I go to the underworld and never be reincarnated?"
"Miss Shi Shi, you guessed right."
The hermit of the thatched cottage nodded, surprised that Wang Xian'er knew something about the underworld.
woohoo~
Although Wang Xian'er pretended to be calm on the surface, she was almost crying inside.
The reason she was able to guess it was because that's how the script for A Chinese Ghost Story was written!
Every time she plays a female ghost, she is forced to marry the Black Mountain Demon in the underworld, never to be reincarnated.
But that's just a movie!
Now it's happening in the real world too!
The Fusang Demon King is just like the Black Mountain Demon from A Chinese Ghost Story.
"Master, is there no way to resolve this?" Wang Xian'er asked.
"No, we can only take it one step at a time." The hermit of the thatched hut shook his head. He was a terrestrial immortal, but he couldn't interfere in the affairs of the underworld.
“Miss Shishi, as long as my thatched hut is still alive, I will never let the ghost soldiers of the underworld take you away.”
The recluse of the thatched cottage, with an upright spirit, said: