The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 221p2

Chapter 221: What’s This About Marrying First and Loving Later? 6(2)

Even a trapped Ghost King was still a Ghost King, naturally possessing a certain pride.

Tao Ning took it as agreement, gripping the sleeve in her hand tighter, pulling a bit more towards her: “Although my house isn’t big, it’s at least a place to stay, you’re welcome anytime.”

Her tone was like welcoming a distinguished guest, not bringing a Ghost King filled with resentment and malice home.

“How big?” Xuan Miao casually asked.

“You’re asking how big?” Tao Ning turned to look, measuring the cave with her eyes.

In terms of area, compared to Xuan Miao’s large mountain villa, it was empty, but spacious, the roof wasn’t broken, and compared to Tao Ning’s house, it was indeed quite impressive.

Tao Ning considered her words carefully: “It will give you a feeling of fullness and warmth, and you can see the sky and freedom you’ve been missing.”

Xuan Miao might be slow, but her observation skills were sharp. She saw through Tao Ning’s evasiveness: “If you don’t tell me how big, I won’t go.”

520 nudged Tao Ning: [You’re like a poor girl trying to abduct a rich young lady.]

Saying “fullness and warmth,” didn’t it just mean that two people living there would be shoulder to shoulder?

With the large hole in the roof, forget about feeling the sky, she could fly straight out, launching herself out of the house.

Having no other choice, Tao Ning pointed at the pool behind her, her tone vague: “It’s like… &%￥…”

How could such a small trick escape the Ghost King’s ears? A mischievous thought arose in her mind, and she pulled back her sleeve: “It’s as big as my pool, I won’t go.”

The sleeve slipped from her grasp. Tao Ning rested her elbows on her knees, propping her chin on her hand: “Why? Because the house is too small, are you afraid you won’t be able to resist peeking at me while I’m bathing?”

Xuan Miao: “…!” What nonsense was this!

How did the conversation suddenly shift to bathing?

Wasn’t this bullying an honest ghost?

After sputtering for a while, Xuan Miao angrily flung her sleeve, managing to squeeze out a sentence: “W-Who would want to!”

Tao Ning chuckled: “Right, you don’t want to for now.”

Before Xuan Miao could change her mind and refuse to leave, Tao Ning looked at the cave wall that had been on her mind. Something seemed to be painted on it: “There’s a question I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time. I want to take a look at these murals, is that alright?”

For some reason, Xuan Miao hesitated for a moment before saying, “As you wish.”

“Then I’ll go?” Tao Ning casually picked up a candle from the ground and walked forward, holding it aloft. Her lantern was left on the mountain path, she hoped it wouldn’t be burned when she went back out.

The cave was very large. It wasn’t obvious from afar, but upon closer inspection, Tao Ning realized just how large the murals were.

Compared to the ones in the ancestral hall, the murals on the cave walls were much cruder, neither exquisite nor sacred.

Simple lines outlined a few connected scenes. Tao Ning looked at them one by one, easily understanding their meaning.

Connecting them with the old stories told by the village elders, she could roughly understand what the paintings depicted. A plague had struck, people in the village were either sick or dying, life was unbearable, and the young and strong were almost all gone.

A wandering Taoist priest discovered the situation and pointed out that this wasn’t a simple plague, but deaths caused by the villagers being long exposed to the resentment of an evil ghost.

So the remaining villagers held a ghost-expelling ritual. For survival, their enthusiasm was exceptionally high.

In the end, the evil ghost was completely sealed, unable to descend the mountain and harm the villagers, and the death toll decreased.

Under the Taoist priest’s treatment, the villagers gradually recovered. The Taoist priest, however, didn’t ask for any payment, leaving without taking a single cloud.

The story ended, still having nothing to do with the Mountain God’s bride.

Tao Ning’s brow furrowed.

“What do you think this is?” A voice came from behind her. Xuan Miao walked up behind Tao Ning, pointing at the blood-red paintings on the cave wall, “A confession of sins?”

Tao Ning looked carefully, even raising the candle to examine the details, taking in the small figures with blurred faces.

After looking for a while, she shook her head: “No, it’s my kill list.”

Xuan Miao was stunned: “…?” What was she saying?

“There are no useful clues in these paintings, wait a moment, I’ll find a way to take you down the mountain,” Tao Ning said.

Ignoring the messy murals, Tao Ning, under Xuan Miao’s puzzled gaze, took out two dolls and two pieces of paper from her small cloth bag.

Seeing her serious posture, Xuan Miao walked over to watch, squatting down, poking the dolls’ round bodies with her fingertip, and then looking at the two folded pieces of yellow paper.

Xuan Miao: “You want to use these as substitutes, to replace me?”

Tao Ning looked up, her eyes smiling: “You figured it out, as expected of Sister Ghost King.”

Xuan Miao: “…”

Tao Ning unfolded the two yellow talismans. Xuan Miao craned her neck to look, seeing the complex runes on them.

She hadn’t been a talisman practitioner in life or death, but she had at least become a Ghost King, so she shouldn’t be unable to understand talismans. Then she realized that she really couldn’t understand them.

There were things she couldn’t understand?

Tao Ning didn’t know that Xuan Miao was doubting her ghost life again. Actually, looking at the runes, she also felt a little guilty.

Although writing with ink would be more stylish, making the soul-binding talisman and substitute talisman look more impressive, one couldn’t make bricks without straw.

It had been difficult enough for her to get two pieces of yellow talisman paper.

Tao Ning said without changing her expression: “Sister Ghost King, you don’t know, times have changed, talismans can be drawn with pencils now.”

As long as one had cultivation, they could do anything. A mere pencil couldn’t stop Tao Ning from drawing talismans.

Xuan Miao saw through the truth: “You, don’t have ink at home?”

“Come on, Sister Ghost King, tell me your name. No need for your birth date and time, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist making a marriage contract.” Tao Ning ignored her words, putting on a serious working posture.

Although her words didn’t sound very serious.

Xuan Miao choked, knowing that it was impossible, but she subconsciously worried for a moment.

Then she thought, a dignified Ghost King shouldn’t be afraid of a mortal. Xuan Miao said, “My, my name is Xuan Miao.”

The dolls serving as substitutes were placed by Tao Ning at the bottom of the cold pool, and she walked out of the cave, swinging her small cloth bag.

It had been hard work for the system, busy for several days, even having two dolls, just to finally learn the Ghost King’s name.

It was also because the system used to work in the Matchmaker Group and didn’t quite understand how important a true name was to a Ghost King.

A name was the shortest curse. Falling into the hands of another, it would become a powerful weapon against its owner.

Xuan Miao, nestled in the bag, felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had experienced a similar scene before, becoming small, nestled in a small and warm place, being carried through countless places.

After a while, she felt it was a bit dark and stuffy, and wanted to see the outside.

A dignified Ghost King would never admit that she was worried about Tao Ning’s lack of skill, unable to get out, and awkwardly leaving her behind.

Completely disregarding the fact that a Ghost King, including a doll possessed by a Ghost King, didn’t need to breathe.

Soft hands rested on the edge of the small cloth bag, her head pushing it open. Through her beady eyes, Xuan Miao saw the dense bamboo forest and the faint glow of dusk.

A lantern lit up not far in front of her, guiding the way down the mountain.

The long-lost freedom struck Xuan Miao speechless, and she felt a prickly sensation.

Looking down, Xuan Miao noticed embroidery on the doll’s wide sleeves, the prickly sensation coming from this.

Xuan Miao asked, “What’s with the double happiness symbol on this?”

She hadn’t seen it clearly before, but now she did. The doll wasn’t wearing ordinary clothes, but something more like a gorgeous wedding dress.

Tao Ning remained unfazed: “Oh, this? It’s a blessing. I wish you happiness and double happiness. Two happiness characters combined become this double happiness symbol.”

Xuan Miao: “…”

From now on, every day, Xuan Miao would question how her past self could have thought the person in front of her was a silly girl.

She was clearly a cunning fox, full of glib talk.

She couldn’t help but imagine what kind of place the world down the mountain was, to have raised such a person.

Walking out of the bamboo forest, Tao Ning had lingered on the mountain for quite some time, and it was getting late.

The sun was about to set, the distant mountains shrouded in white fog, strange rocks and peaks, bizarre and eerie.

Every household in the village below had already lit candles, carrying lanterns even before sunset, to ward off the evil spirits of the approaching darkness. The mountain wind howled like a ghost.

Tao Ning raised the lantern and said to Xuan Miao, who was peeking out of the bag: “You’re free now, Xuan Miao.”