C19 She is my wife

People came and went downstairs. When Mo Xian asked Qi Huaizhao to come here, he told him to pick a place. Instead, he chose the most conspicuous place.

Mo Xian pursed her lips under her veil, "This is a long story. When I first came to Hongcheng, I was scammed."

If it wasn't for the fact that the system didn't play the cards, she wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state! Mo Xian secretly cursed.

Then, she told him the whole story. She had only hidden Shen Junlin's identity. But that day, looking at their imposing manner of being incompatible fire and water, perhaps Qi Huaizhao already knew that Shen Junlin was a ghost.

The Demon catcher and the ghosts had never been on the same side since ancient times. This was also the principle that she had always been on.

"So you think he's my husband?"

Qi Huaizhao finally understood that they were just a fake couple.

"Of course not, you're not Bai Muling." It was strange to say that the gloomy and solemn aura emanating from his body seemed to have somewhat dissipated.

"Regarding the Twin Peak Mountain, just give me a reply after you have thought it through. "Tomorrow at the latest, send my men over to deliver a letter." Mo Xian did not want to wait that long, he was afraid that something might happen if he waited too long.

"No need for tomorrow." Qi Huaizhao opened his eyes and fixed his pitch-black pupils at Mo Xian, "I'll go, we'll depart tomorrow."

After Mo Xian heard this, she finally calmed down from her worry. With Qi Huaizhao going with her, she felt a lot more at ease.

"Alright, let's have a happy cooperation." Mo Xian reached out his hand, pulled Qi Huaizhao's hand off the table, and held it together.

The white-robed man was slightly startled. His soft hand landed on his palm. It was soft and tender, and he subconsciously used some strength to hold it.

Mo Xian smiled, then retracted his hand.

The next day, early in the morning.

When Mo Xian went out, he only brought a small bag with him, carrying some change clothes. The most important thing was that Demon Catcher Bag s that were not seen by normal people behind his waist, this was something that he could not throw away.

Shen Junlin hadn't come back for the past few days, he had only told Shen Zhi that he wanted to return to his hometown.

In order to not be followed by the people from the General's Residence, Mo Xian did not use the carriage in the mansion.

When she got into the carriage, Qi Huaizhao was already there waiting for her.

He had changed out of his white jumpsuit and was wearing only a livid doublet. She looked down at her blue jacket and pale pink dress.

"Big brother, let's go." Seeing that Mo Xian had already settled down, Qi Huaizhao shouted out and lazily laid back down, closing his eyes.

Normally, his face was very cold, but at times like this, he was extremely lazy, just like a noble and proud cat. This kind of cat was raised to be a master.

As Mo Xian thought about it, he unknowingly fell asleep along with her.

Hong City was quite a distance away from Twin Peaks Mountain. The two of them had slept for more than half a day shakily on the carriage. It was finally nightfall when they finally arrived.

The continuous mountain ranges appeared even stranger in the dark night. The coachman stopped his car at the entrance of the Twin Peak Mountain and asked the two nobles inside, "Do you want to enter the mountain at night?"

It was not safe to stop here. Although it was a remote place, it was hard to tell if there were any bandits or wild beasts.

It was funny, Mo Xian was not afraid of ghosts, but he was afraid of people. After all, it was hard to fathom the human heart. Some people were even more detestable than ghosts and monsters.

"Let's enter the mountain."

Seeing that Qi Huaizhao still had his eyes closed and did not speak, Mo Xian answered.

The carriage staggered along the mountain road. Mo Xian, who was on the right side, curiously lifted the curtain. He had slept too long in the carriage during the day, but he was completely awake now.

However, it was pitch black and there was nothing to look at.

The only thing that could be seen was the bright moon in the mountain range. It was so bright and clean that the black mountain made it seem even more gentle.

Suddenly, Mo Xian saw a weak candle flame on one of the mountains.

However, how could there be a person living on the mountain?

She hastily lowered the curtain to try to wake the man on the other side.

"Qi Huaizhao, wake up, is there a light over there?"

The man slowly opened his eyes, and inside the carriage, there was a candle burning. Mo Xian saw the drowsiness in the man's eyes, and for some reason, felt that he was a little cute even though he had not woken up.

He slowly moved to Mo Xian's side, and the faint, chilly sandalwood fragrance continuously entered Mo Xian's nose. Only then did she realise how close the distance between them was.

She covered her face and lifted the curtain.

"Where?" the man asked in a hoarse voice.

"Oh, no?" Mo Xian squeezed his head over, and indeed, aside from the moonlight, there was nothing else but darkness, as he muttered: "Could it be that I was mistaken?"

Qi Huaizhao's black eyes swept across the side of Mo Xian's face. The two were so close together, he could even smell the delicate fragrance of her hair.

He felt an unfathomable urge to shake his head, and then he retreated back to his original position.

The two of them did not speak for the latter half of the night.

She lifted the curtain and whispered to the groom, "Did something happen?"

The coachman shook his head, "To the left and right are some people who go up the mountain to chop firewood. These twin peaks are isolated from the rest of the world. There are very few people coming in and out. Most of them rely on their own self-reliance."

Mo Xian nodded his head to express his understanding, "Does that mean we are already close to the village?"

"Yes, honorable person, you can get off the carriage if you rest a little longer."

Mo Xian suddenly felt that the coachman was very tired from doing this. After such a long time, he had stopped to rest three times.

She paused for a moment before saying, "You've worked hard." He then went back into the carriage to wait.

Outside, the sky began to brighten, and the roosters were crowing loudly.

The horse carriage stopped, and Mo Xian's eyes became sleepy, but Qi Huaizhao's eyes were clear and bright, and he could sleep soundly on the carriage, she was truly impressed.

The two got out of the car and gave half the deposit to the coachman. He would have to wait here until they finished their investigation before he could return.

Mo Xian did this to prevent any accidents. There was barely any human here, so forget about carriages, maybe there wouldn't even be a single ox-cart or donkey cart.

As soon as he got off the car, he noticed that it was drizzling.

There were a few dilapidated houses in front of them. Previously, Mo Xian had already asked people to investigate them, and sure enough, this place was a remote mountain range. He was extremely backward. There were less than ten families in the village, and most of them lived off hunters.

It would take about an hour to get from here to the town outside of the city.

A yellow-haired dog was tied up at the entrance of the village. Upon seeing Qi Huaizhao and Mo Xian, it started to bark continuously.

The first house seemed to have been woken up as they walked over impatiently. When they saw that it was two people, the impatience in their eyes disappeared and was replaced with vigilance.

Mo Xian heard that the people here were xenophobic, looking at the middle-aged man's appearance, it was indeed true.

Before she could say a word, the big sized man by her side had already embraced her shoulders. His big hands were a little cold, so cold that Mo Xian's body shivered.

"My wife and I went into the mountains to look for medicine for our child. We accidentally lost our way and found a village with great difficulty. Can you please disturb us for a bit?"

Wife? Mo Xian had a face full of question marks.

Did she come here to catch ghosts, or did she marry them all?

But after hearing what Qi Huaizhao said, the guard in the man's eyes lessened, and he sized up the two of their clothes, before releasing a sigh of relief: "Follow me in."

The middle-aged man's name was A Guang and his village was named Twin Peak Village. He grew up here since childhood. The house was a tile house, but it was fairly sturdy.

"The room is simple and crude. Don't mind it. Drink some tea first."

A Guang originally had a wife, but she died during childbirth. Since then, he lived alone, relying on hunting to make a living.

Qi Huaizhao reached out to take it, but gave Mo Xian a cup first.

She instantly understood that she had to put on an act to the end, so she bent her eyes to express her gratitude.

The three of them were chatting when they suddenly heard a burst of rowdy suona sounds coming from outside. Mo Xian's heart shivered, did someone die here?!

"Someone's doing a funeral?" Mo Xian asked as he prepared to rush out, but Qi Huaizhao's cold palm stopped her.

A Guang seemed to not find it weird, "Hmm, a few days ago, the old man at the end of the village went to bed properly, it could also be considered a happy funeral."

Hearing that it was the old man, Mo Xian's heart skipped a beat, she wanted to go out and see! Thus, he broke free from Qi Huaizhao's grasp and rushed out of the door.

A line of people in white mourning clothes was walking in a scattered manner, four people in front and four in the back. The pitch-black coffin was being carried by four people in the middle. The paper money had been spilled along the way. It had been soaked by the continuous drizzle and submerged into the soil. Some of the paper money had already lost its original shape and color.

Mourning always made people feel uncomfortable, so Mo Xian frowned.

"Is this the old man's family?" Mo Xian turned around and asked A Guang who had followed him out.

"That's right, who else would help her hold the coffin?"

After receiving A Guang's confirmation, Mo Xian's heart finally returned to its original state.

Not Su Hua's maidservant.

I heard that after the maidservant went into seclusion, they all lived alone, where did their families come from?

She had thought that after being tormented for so long, all of her efforts had been for naught.

Seeing that her attitude was a little strange, A Guang's gaze became suspicious again.

"Why does Wife Qi care so much about this matter?"

She pretended to be Qi Huaizhao's wife and had the title of husband.

Mo Xian laughed dryly, "In the past, when my grandmother died, I was not able to be filial by her side, so when these things happened, I became more sensitive."

A Guang did not say whether he believed her or not, the two temporarily settled in.

After lunch, Qi Huaizhao and Mo Xian stayed in the house, who knew what A Guang would do when he went out.

It was unknown how long the rain would last.

"I don't know where to start." Mo Xian was depressed.

Qi Huaizhao looked at her, "You won't be able to get anything out of me if you just directly ask her. She has been here for so many years, someone must have been protecting her. "

"Yeah, that's why I'm worried." She didn't even know the name of the maidservant. Suddenly, she thought of something, "Hey, tell me, if I summon a ghost here to ask, can I get something out?"

"The people of Shuangfeng Village look weird, don't call anyone over to make a mess." Qi Huaizhao glanced at her indifferently.

Mo Xian had originally wanted him to use the Soul Inviting Talisman, but who knew that this fellow would suddenly throw it all away.

She curled her lips and sat angrily on the edge of the bed, thinking of something.

There was only one bed in A Guang's house, so wouldn't they be sharing it tonight?!