blogombal Chapter 1998 The Pitiful Female Ghost
Chapter 1998 The Pitiful Female Ghost
Lu Zhaoling and the others were all looking at the painting in front of them.
They didn't say anything more, just stood there watching.
This kind of atmosphere can be quite oppressive.
After a moment, the person in the painting couldn't hold back any longer.
First, a gust of wind blew in from somewhere, causing the painting to sway slightly and make a crackling sound.
Then, the beauty in the painting moved slightly.
Qinglin's eyes widened, and he truly dared not blink, afraid that he would miss something if he blinked. Yet, he was also afraid that blinking would break the eerie atmosphere.
The same applies to the other green ones.
As they stared wide-eyed, a slight flash appeared on the screen, followed by a burst of white light, and a shadow emerged from the painting.
A beautiful woman stepped lightly out of the painting and stood before them.
A gentle breeze carries the subtle fragrance of flowers in the air.
Everyone stared intently at the beautiful woman before them.
She really does resemble the beauty in the painting by seven or eight points, but I don't know if she has really changed or if the real appearance is just different from the portrait. The beauty in front of me looks even more beautiful and charming, with rounded shoulders, long arms, and a slender waist. The waist belt accentuates her alluring curves, and the skirt hem reaches the ground. The length of the skirt makes you imagine how long her legs are.
Lu Zhaoling wanted to say that a beautiful woman's waist is a deadly knife, and her legs are a soul-capturing sword.
Although this beauty's features are not exceptionally stunning, her figure far outweighs any shortcomings in her appearance.
Moreover, while her appearance might not be a perfect 10, it was definitely a 7 out of 10.
Lu Zhaoling came to her senses first and looked at the painting behind her. Sure enough, the painting was mostly blank.
The zither is still in the painting.
She turned her head and looked at Zhou Shiyue.
At this moment, Lu Zhaoling wanted to see Zhou Shiyue's expression.
As a result, her gaze met Zhou Shiyue's.
He squeezed her hand slightly, a hint of a smile in his eyes.
Sure enough, Lu Xiaoer had just been pretending to be calm and collected, not paying attention to why he could see the person in the painting so clearly.
Now it's all exposed.
She wanted to see if he was staring at this beauty who looked like she had stepped out of a painting.
Lu Zhaoling saw the smile in his eyes and immediately nudged him with her elbow.
What are you laughing at?
Is it funny that she cares about his reaction?
"It really is you, Miss Fan."
Qian Dingxing's voice broke the silence and drew their attention back to the present.
"Wuyou greets you, young master."
Fan Wuyou slightly curtsied to Qian Dingxing.
Her voice was soft and gentle, like a light, soft feather brushing against one's heart. Just hearing her voice calmed one down and made one feel a sense of goodwill and gentleness towards her.
"Many years have passed, yet you still look as youthful as ever."
Qian Dingxing glanced at her and said, "You've changed a bit, young lady."
Hearing him say that, Fan Wuyou's eyes showed a hint of embarrassment.
"Let's greet Prince Jin and Princess Jin first." Qian Dingxing stepped aside and made way.
Fan Wuyou paused for a moment, then walked towards Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue.
Just as she was about to bow, Lu Zhaoling spoke up.
"No need for formalities. Miss Fan didn't intend to be overly polite to me, did she?"
Fan Wuyou bit her lower lip slightly, gently raised her head, and her vulnerable gaze swept across Zhou Shiyue's face.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean it. I was just scared."
Her voice was already gentle, and when she said these words, it sounded even more innocent and vulnerable, making others feel a surge of protective instincts.
It's as if blaming her any further would be a grave offense.
Lu Zhaoling remained unmoved.
The thought of Fan Wuyou using such a tone to coax a teenager who was only a teenager and almost killed him made her lose all her gentleness.
"Afraid? I wonder what Miss Fan is afraid of? Is it because you feel guilty? Do you know that you have harmed someone, so you are afraid that I will take you in?" Lu Zhaoling asked directly.
Qian Dingxing's lips moved slightly, but he held back.
After all, he didn't know what Fan Wuyou had done or whether she had really harmed anyone, so he couldn't plead for her now.
The crowd looked at Fan Wuyou and felt a pang of pity, but standing in front of Fan Wuyou was the Princess.
No matter what, they are definitely on the princess's side.
So they just looked at Fan Wuyou, at most urging her with their eyes—
Hurry up, if you have a reason, just say it.
Explain yourself. If you're truly innocent, just explain. The princess won't just take in an innocent, kind ghost.
Fan Wuyou lowered her head, clutching her sleeve. After a moment, she slowly knelt down in front of Lu Zhaoling.
As soon as she knelt down, Lu Zhaoling moved two steps to the side.
What are you doing?
Qian Dingxing frowned as well. "Miss Fan, just say what you want to say. Why bother with this?"
"I know that Your Highness wanted to stand up for Young Master Meng Si. I have indeed let Meng Si down."
Fan Wuyou said weakly, "I went to Meng Si when I was desperate. I originally thought that Meng Si would take me in, and that I would quietly cultivate in a scholarly family like the Meng family and not show up casually. I just needed a place to stay."
When they heard her say that she only wanted a place to stay, Qian Dingxing and the others felt a little soft-hearted.
"I still have a grudge to settle, but with my current abilities, I can't even find my enemy. I'm unwilling to go down to the underworld to be reincarnated. If I don't find a safe place to live, sooner or later even my soul will cease to exist."
Fan Wuyou raised his head, his face full of feigned strength and vulnerability.
She looked at Lu Zhaoling, then her gaze swept lightly over Zhou Shiyue's face.
"The princess and the prince also went to that mass grave. You know there's a very powerful ghost cultivator there, right? I was unfortunately discovered by him before, and he forced me to help him lure more wandering ghosts there. At first, he said that he didn't want me to harm people, but just to lure people who didn't want to live anymore. He said that dying anywhere else was the same as dying in the mass grave, so he wanted me to lure people who had lost their livelihoods there to die."
Fan Wuyou's words immediately made the group of youths feel uncomfortable.
They initially felt sorry for Fan Wuyou; upon seeing her and hearing her voice, they felt pity for her.
But after hearing her words, they instantly became a little more sober.
How could you do that?
"If someone wants to die, we can leave them alone; everyone has their own fate. But how can we lead them to a mass grave to die?" Qinglin questioned in a deep voice.
Qingbao couldn't help but say, "That's right, maybe he only had a thought at the time. If you hadn't led him there, he might not have died once he regained consciousness. But if you led him to the mass grave, he might have had no choice but to die!"
After all, there are still powerful ghost cultivators there.
Even the ghosts like Xi Hong dared not approach, so how could a person possibly escape once they got there?