Chapter 32 Nether Artifact and Human Skin

Jiang Hong’e wiped the corners of her eyes and shouted coquettishly, “A bow…”

“Second bow…”

After that, the ceremony was completed.

The sky… was also bright.

The last wisp of shady wind blew into the main hall and extinguished the candlelight. Lu Chen staggered to his feet. On his temples, two strands of black hair turned white.

Clang! Clang!

A red coin fell to the ground. Meng Yao was crying and laughing at the same time. Between her eyebrows… a little cinnabar turned into wedding coin!

“Is it worth it?” Jiang Hong’e covered her red lips with her delicate hands. She was already sobbing uncontrollably. Fang Yuqi was also quietly wiping her tears. Her eyes were red. Lu Chen did not answer. He held the two women’s hands.

Fang Yuqi looked flustered, but she did not withdraw her hand. Lu Chen extended his right hand towards Meng Yao.

“Brother~” Meng Yao raised her head and stretched out her left hand. The two palms, one big and one small, got closer bit by bit. Then… they touched. In an instant, Lu Chen smiled. “It’s worth it!”

Jiang Hong’e and Fang Yuqi followed behind.

Lu Chen held Meng Yao’s hand as they walked out of the room. The sunlight shone on Meng Yao’s body. The paper wedding dress rustled and the red veil on her head dissipated with the wind.

A red coin appeared out of thin air between her eyebrows. It shone brightly and covered the morning sun.

Meng Yao was transforming.

Red mist rose… and dispersed.

Yaoyao appeared in Lu Chen’s eyes again. The red coin between her eyebrows became even more dazzling. The paper wedding dress turned into a red cloth wedding dress. She was still young.

But she tied her hair into a bun. Her lips were red.

Meng Yao’s appearance became even more exquisite. There was a kind of childish and mature charm. At this moment, Meng Yao had completely transformed from a wraith into a [Vengeful Spirit]!

Lu Chen asked, “Yaoyao, are you afraid of the sun?”

“I’m not afraid, but… I hate it!”

Yaoyao pouted and her small body flashed. She appeared in the shadow beside Lu Chen at an extremely fast speed. Even Lu Chen could see double. He looked dazed. He reached out to touch the red coin between Yaoyao’s eyebrows and asked, “What’s this?”

“Red wedding coin!”

Yaoyao raised her head and took off the red coin from between her eyebrows. She placed it in Lu Chen’s large hand. Lu Chen examined it carefully and saw that it was the size of a pinky. It was round on the outside and square on the inside. The word “blessed” appeared on the front, and the word “wish” appeared on the back.

It was both mysterious and exquisite.

Lu Chen also saw three inconspicuous lines on the money.

There were three Nether Marks!

He was also happy. This red wedding coin was Meng Yao’s Companion Nether Artifact. It was of the same level as the peach wood sword magical artifact with three Dao patterns. “There you go.” Lu Chen returned the red wedding coin to Yaoyao, but she didn’t move. The red wedding coin automatically imprinted itself between her eyebrows. Jiang Hong’e and Fang Yuqi walked up to Meng Yao with a nether talisman in their hands and looked her up and down.

Meng Yao was a little shy and bowed timidly. “Sister!”

Jiang Hong’e’s tears turned into a smile when she heard her call her “Sister.” She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a mandarin duck handkerchief and said coquettishly, “She’s a lovely girl.”

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to touch Meng Yao’s tender little face. However, her slender hand passed through her face. She was stunned for a moment before she hurriedly said, “Fang, you should try it too.” Fang Yuqi tried to stretch out her jade-like hand and even gathered a trace of Spiritual Qi on her finger.

And yet, she could not touch it at all! The two of them looked at Lu Chen in surprise.

“I’ll try.” Lu Chen had no choice but to reach out and touch Meng Yao’s little face. It was soft, smooth, and felt very good to the touch. Meng Yao’s face was red from Lu Chen’s touch, and her flawless face was like a ripe red apple. “Brother~” Meng Yao stomped her foot, and the red wedding dress spun. In an instant, she disappeared without a trace.

“Eh, where did she go?” Jiang Hong’e had yet to cultivate her Spiritual Qi, so she could not sense Meng Yao’s presence at all. Fang Yuqi’s eyes widened as she turned to look at Lu Chen’s long hair.

In his hair, Meng Yao timidly stuck out her small head, which was the size of a fingertip, and said shyly, “Sister, Yaoyao is going to sleep~”

As she spoke, she hid in Lu Chen’s long hair and did not show her face again.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little silent.

Jiang Hong’e’s expression was complicated. She muttered, “You… are her husband.”

“She… is my bride!”

Fang Yuqi did not sleep the entire night and returned to the Town Guards Mansion alone. Lu Chen sent Jiang Hong’e back to the Red Chamber Garden and ate five bowls of beef noodle soup on the street. Then, he walked alone to the dilapidated temple from last night.

In front of the temple, there were already two soldiers guarding it.

Lu Chen took out the jade pendant that Fang Yuqi had given him last night and walked in smoothly. There were a total of five houses in the dilapidated temple, and four of them had already collapsed.

Only the main hall in the middle could shelter them from the wind and rain. “Brother~” Meng Yao landed on Lu Chen’s shoulder. It was the size of a thumb, and the red coin between her eyebrows blocked the sunlight. Her small body trembled slightly, as if she was recalling the past.

“Yaoyao, wait outside for a while. I have something to deal with.”

“Mm.” Meng Yao nodded her little head. With a flash of her body, she appeared on a stone block not far away and waited.

Lu Chen walked in and immediately saw the old wooden bed in the corner that was about to fall apart. It was covered with a white cloth, and blood seeped out, forming a small figure. “Circular Light!”

With a hand gesture, a black needle appeared in Lu Chen’s left eye.

All the auras appeared in front of him.

The main hall was a little empty. There were some miscellaneous items piled in the corner and some daily necessities beside them. In front of them was a decapitated statue of the Land God, as well as an offering table and a crooked incense altar.

Lu Chen’s gaze swept past and he walked to the back of the statue.

There lay a black stone. It was the size of a bowl and looked like a human figure sitting cross-legged. It looked strange and had the most gray aura on it.

Lu Chen waved his hand, and a wisp of Qi entered the mirror on his left hand. The silver-white needle spun, stopped, and pointed in a direction.

Crack! Crack! Whoosh!

The flames started burning in the land temple, burning brighter and brighter, quickly engulfing the entire temple.

Lu Chen walked out of the temple with a black stone in his hand. This black stone looked like a human and had nine holes on it. It looked very strange. Yaoyao sat on his shoulder and whispered. “Brother, this is… this is the stone that Grandpa has been kowtowing to.”

“Do you hate him?”

“No!” The little girl shook her head, and a layer of mist appeared in her big eyes. “Grandpa is crazy. It’s not Grandpa who hurt Yaoyao.”

“Maybe.”

Meng Yao was kind-hearted, but Lu Chen would not allow him to live. He only comforted her. “Yaoyao has become Brother’s wife. From now on, we’re the closest people to each other.”

“Mm~” Meng Yao nodded her head vigorously, feeling both embarrassed and happy. Just as Lu Chen was about to chase after him, he turned around and saw Fang Yuqi walking over with a group of soldiers.

“Didn’t I tell you to rest? Why are you here again?”

“I’m worried, so I came to take a look.”

“Worried about me?”

“Smooth-tongued.” Fang Yuqi glared at Lu Chen and asked, “Any leads?”

“Yes, I’ll lead the way. You lead your people.”

“Okay!

Lu Chen cast the Circular Light and pointed the way. The group passed through the streets and alleys, walked past half of Fengxian Town, and finally stopped in a remote alley not far from the southern city wall.

At the corner of the wall, a figure was lying motionless on the ground.

Whoosh!

Fang Yuqi unsheathed her sword and rushed forward. With a flick of her sword, she lifted the figure up. His clothes were still swaying on the tip of the sword when something fell to the ground.

It was… a human skin!