RBCT Chapter 98 Was he actually an evil spirit?
Chapter 98 Was he actually an evil spirit?
But Zhou Gangxun had long legs, so he could only see a blurry gray-white silhouette.
"Have you seen anything suitable? Cough...cough cough..." A thirty-year-old man dressed in all black, looking sickly, whispered to the middle-aged man in the Tang suit. He covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently every now and then.
Kuang Yehai withdrew his gaze, realizing he had indeed had a strange feeling just now. "To change bodies, you need to find someone whose birth chart is compatible."
His gaze kept shifting among the crowd. "Mr. Fu leaning against the stairs over there, the waiter getting champagne over there, and Mr. Old over on the deck, they should be able to keep you occupied for a while."
"How long? Three months or half a year? I want decades..." The thirty-year-old man was speaking when someone suddenly came over to toast him, "Mr. Zhuang, I didn't expect to see you here, it's truly an honor."
Zhuang Siyi put on a gentle smile and started talking to people, while gesturing with her eyes for Kuang Yehai to look elsewhere.
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Ruan Zhijuan clutched Zhou Gangxun's collar, her body shivering with cold, her eyelids heavy, and she fell asleep before even reaching the room.
"Wow—Wow—"
The baby's cries echoed mournfully through the factory late at night.
A dim, chilly electric light hung from the rafters, along with several lamps that emitted a strange smell of corpse oil. All the doors and windows were sealed tightly with black cloth, so there was no light from the outside.
Ruan Zhijuan stood quietly amidst a pile of discarded plastic mannequins. Not far in front of her were her young parents, and on the table... lay a child.
Without Zhou Gangxun, he's just dreaming again.
Ruan Zhijuan went over to look, and it was him when he was a child. He looked like he had just been born a few days ago, and his eyes were not yet open.
Why are there strange incense sticks, candles, blood bowls, and yellow paper placed around here...?
Then I saw the man I had seen on the cruise ship that afternoon, holding a piece of yellow paper soaked in black blood, drying it and letting it sit.
He dabbed the umbilical cord blood and the blood from Ruan's mother's childbirth onto yellow paper. With the "drip-drip" sound of blood seeping through the paper, words appeared on the yellow paper, each stroke carefully forming the character "八" (eight).
But Ruan Zhijuan did not seem to be struggling. November 4, 1983.
It was his birthday.
Kuang Yehai pricked Ruan's mother's finger and pressed it onto the marriage contract, then pressed the bloody mark onto the finger of little Ruan Zhijuan.
He burned the yin contract and the birth date and time into ashes, mixed them with soil from the Ruan family's ancestral graves, dried centipedes, scorpion tails, the baby hair and fingernails of the young Ruan, and the placenta he wore at birth, and stuffed them all into a coffin the size of a child.
The coffin was sealed, auspicious incantations were carved and nails were driven in, and finally, the coffin was bound tightly with red thread stained with black dog blood.
Kuang Yehai smeared a black padlock engraved with "Locking Blessings and Feeding the House" with umbilical cord blood and forcibly tied it around Xiao Ruan Zhijuan's neck with a red rope. "The contract is complete. If you break it, your soul will be scattered and you will be reduced to ashes."
The red rope tightened, and Xiao Ruan Zhijuan was strangled so badly that she couldn't breathe. She began to scream in agony, a scream that made people tremble.
"Why is this child crying so loudly? It's so noisy, and it'll attract attention if we call for help." Feeling guilty, Ruan's mother took a towel and covered the child's mouth and nose on the table. Little Ruan's cries gradually subsided.
Kuang Yehai handed the small wooden coffin to Ruan's father, saying, "Bury this coffin underground where you will live later. Ideally, his room should be directly above where the coffin is located."
"Oh, child... why isn't the child crying anymore?" Mother Ruan suddenly realized something was wrong. She lifted the towel and saw that little Ruan Zhijuan was no longer breathing, her face purple. "The child suffocated... it's all over..."
Mr. Ruan was so angry that he slapped his thigh and pointed at Mrs. Ruan, not knowing what to say. "You...you're really good for nothing and good for making things worse! Master Kuang, what are we going to do now? The child is dead, so how can we change our fate?"
"This child has already formed a bond with you. All you need to do is summon his soul to enter his body, allow him to be reborn, and prolong his life."
Kuang Yehai lit the talisman and began chanting incantations.
Ruan Zhijuan felt her head throbbing violently, and the whole world was spinning, upside down, and becoming blurry.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the offering table, making soft, baby-like cries.
Kuang Yehai stared coldly at the child who had "come back to life" on the table and instructed the Ruan couple, "Keep him away from information from this era. We're not sure which time he's a wronged spirit from, or if he has any memories of his past life. Don't let him realize that he's not the original spirit, or he might get a shock and run away."
"Remember, before the time for him to seize the blessing at the age of nineteen arrives, you must take good care of him. The better you take care of him, the stronger his blessing will be. He must not leave home. Once he leaves home, the connection between the blessing and the house will weaken, and the fortune of your Ruan family will immediately decline."
Nineteen years old in the virtual age... Ruan Zhijuan cried loudly, and in his mind, he seemed to be listening to the time when he was kicked out of the Ruan family and the system disappeared.
"Then Xingyue..." Ruan's mother asked about the child she had given birth to after seven months of pregnancy.
Kuang Yehai glanced at her and said, "The child you gave birth to is a jinx, bad for your family's fortune. So don't let him get close until the time for your birth is right. Keep him far away to avoid ruining the feng shui."
"After Fogg was taken away, his fortune became as thin as paper. He suffered from misfortune, serious illness, and a short lifespan, and did not live more than a year."
"Those who steal souls and fortunes will suffer a backlash, their bodies will rot, their bones will be incomplete, they will suffer excruciating pain, and their deaths will be gruesome."
He looked at Ruan Zhijuan on the table and said, "It's fine. Since we're all going to die anyway, when the time comes to seize the body, let the evil debt fall back on the evil ghost inside. After all, it's against the natural order to possess someone else's body."
A demon possesses him, which is intolerable by Heaven... So he was a demon after all.
Ruan Zhijuan was suddenly woken up by a tap, and saw Zhou Gangxun holding her. "Wife, you have a fever."
Ruan Zhijuan looked at Zhou Gangxun with a dazed expression, a tear sliding down her cheek, which Zhou Gangxun didn't see. He lifted his clothes, revealing his body, and said, "A kiss will do."
That would warm his heart; the dream he just had made him feel so cold.
"Zhou Gangxun, you can just touch me... you can play with me too..." That way he wouldn't be alone.
Zhou Gangxun paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and picked up the bag of cold medicine from the table. He had just given his wife cold medicine, but now his wife seemed to have taken an aphrodisiac.
When did I secretly give myself animal aphrodisiacs? Can't I use this at home? Why do I always end up in a hotel?
"I want to sleep naked tonight, nestled in your arms." Ruan Zhijuan didn't know that he was feeling dizzy, both cold and hot, and felt like a dripping hot towel that needed Zhou Gangxun to wring it out.
Zhou Gangxun pulled down Ruan Zhijuan's clothes and touched her forehead with his eyelids; her temperature was not low.
"I've called the ship's doctor to give you an injection. If you don't get better in an hour, we'll disembark and take a lifeboat back."
As Zhou Gangxun spoke, he kissed the corner of Ruan Zhijuan's eye, wiping away the tear-like stain, and then kissed him back. "If you infect me, you'll get better."
When his parents were still alive, his mother would often catch a cold and then infect his father or him, and he would get better. Although there was no scientific basis for this, Zhou Gangxun hoped that this was the case.
Ruan Zhijuan turned her head away, her little face scrunched up, and pinched his cheek with her fingers. "No, a fever will make Zhou Gangxun stupid." Zhou Gangxun is already so stupid, he can't be stupid too.
"No." Zhou Gangxun kissed her again.
Okay, Ruan Zhijuan wrapped her arms around Zhou Gangxun's neck and reciprocated the kiss. He wanted it too. It felt so good, so good that she wanted to cry... It felt like she had really become Zhou Gangxun's wife...
If Zhou Gangxun's brain is really damaged, he will take out a little money, a tiny bit of money, to support him.
He can also harvest rice, make swill, and pull the plow. If that's not enough, he can work harder and go back to his old jobs.