C8 Liar

After making a few turns, they finally arrived at the bun shop. The customers were as many as Jiang Louyue had told them. If they were a little bit late, they might not even be able to find a seat.

Jiang Louyue squeezed through the crowd and bought a basket of buns.

Caiang put away her suspicious gaze and took a bite of the bun that Jiang Louyue had handed over. The instant she took a bite, Caiang was stunned.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Louyue leaned against her and sat down, then poured a cup of tea beside her.

Caiang's tongue stiffened for a moment and she swallowed it with difficulty. After a long while, she finally regained her voice. "It's delicious, like …"

It tasted like her mother's taste.

After swallowing two buns, Caiang's tongue was burned by the hot gravy. At this time, Caiang finally woke up a little.

Jiang Louyue pushed the teacup in front of Caiang and said, "Eat slowly."

The tea was just nice. It was neither warm nor cold. After drinking it, the heat on the tip of her tongue was also reduced a little. Caiang looked at the cup in her hand with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

This place was very secretive. They had to go around a few small alleys to reach here. If they weren't regular customers, they probably wouldn't be able to find it. Had he been here before?

She had been married into Jiang Mansion for three months, and Jiang Louyue had been eating with her for a few days. How could he know her taste? He had even swore that she would like it.

Was it a coincidence, or was it …

He already knew?

Caiang's gaze was filled with more surprise and doubt. He looked at Jiang Louyue again. He smiled gently and picked up a bun for Caiang on a small plate in front of her. His eyes were gentle.

No matter who it was, they would not think that the person who got married three months ago was really a couple with deep feelings for each other.

...

Jiang Louyue had drawn the yellow talisman for four hours, and he had drawn hundreds of talismans. After he finished, he collapsed in the armchair and refused to move. He complained, "Old Wang made me suffer so much."

Then, he turned to look at Caisang and said coquettishly, "Jiaojiao, my hand is sore. Help me rub it."

"I'm going to supervise the servants of the Hu family. Don't paste the talisman at the wrong place." Caisang hurriedly walked out. When he reached the door, he heard Jiang Louyue's sad voice.

"It seems that my hand can't compare to the servants of the Hu family."

The sour smell in the air rose to the sky. Caisang almost tripped over the door and ran away.

Jiang Louyue watched her leave, and the warm smile on his face slowly faded away.

The Golden Gathering Tower could see the situation on the river from the third floor. The servants of the Hu family were sticking something on the willow trees by the river.

"Young Master Jiang, what a coincidence?" On the third floor, Jiang Louyue and the third young master of the Wan family, Wan Lin, bumped into each other.

"It's a coincidence that I came here today to find the person inside." Jiang Louyue walked past him and walked to the door of a private room at the window.

Before she could enter, she was stopped by two guards with swords at the door.

Jiang Louyue stood at the door and bowed respectfully. She said in a deep voice, "I am Jiang Louyue from the Jiang family. I have something to ask His Highness."

"Come in." A low voice came from the door.

A man sat at the window with a golden fan in his hand. When he heard the noise, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Louyue with his long and narrow eyes.

...

When it was time for the sun to set, the Qujiang River was surrounded by the onlookers. There were even people on the boats.

As the drums sounded, the crowd became more and more excited.

Caisang stood in the crowd and released the ghosts to investigate the surroundings. However, she could not sense any resentment.

The crowd was filled with people. Caisang frowned. There were more people than she had expected. If something really happened, they wouldn't be able to control the situation.

"They're here! They're here!" There was a commotion in the crowd.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong …"

The drums sounded like thunder, exploding in her ears. Caisang felt as if her heart had been hammered.

A few ghosts hurriedly entered the jade pendant on Caisang's chest as if they were afraid of something. As the drums sounded, the white mist on the river surface rose. The wind blew, and the Yin Qi was oppressing. The onlookers around them didn't notice.

They were all clapping their hands and laughing, their faces filled with excitement. It was as if their faces had been painted on. Their expressions were stiff and cold.

Cai Sang squeezed out from the crowd. She did not know who her fingers had touched, but it felt warm like a piece of paper. She was startled.

Cai Sang reached out with her dagger and swung it at the man. There was no scream. The man was still looking forward with excitement, as if he did not know that his arm had been chopped off.

She looked down at the half of the arm in her hand. It was so soft that it was frightening. Upon closer inspection, it was not a human arm. It was a paper doll made of bamboo sticks and paper.

Cai Sang stood in the crowd and turned around to look around. The people around her had all been immobilized. Their minds and souls were gone. They were like puppets.

In that instant, Cai Sang felt as if someone had grabbed her throat. The cold air was choked into her throat and froze her heart and lungs. She suddenly thought of a possibility. The possibility made her sweat profusely and goosebumps rose all over her body.

Cai Sang hurriedly ran out. With such a strong demonic aura, she did not care about what was trapped in the river. It was time to act.

When she was about to reach the river, she was suddenly pulled back by someone.

She turned around and saw Jiang Louyue's anxious face. "Yan Tine found the Skinning Demon in front. Cai Sang, come with me."

Caiang was stunned for a moment. She followed behind Jiang Louyue and walked in the small alley.

Caiang reached into her sleeve and found a cold dagger. Without hesitation, Caiang grabbed the dagger and stabbed it towards Jiang Louyue's back.

The dagger went straight into his body, as if it was cutting through a paper shell. When it pierced through his body, there was no resistance, nor was there any blood spilling out.

Jiang Louyue's head turned around, and the smile on his face was strange. "You found it? How did you find it?"

"How dare you!" Caiang looked at the face in front of her that looked exactly like Jiang Louyue, and she felt a wave of anger rushing to the top of her head. "Did you kill those people? Did Old Master Hu's three souls get taken away by you? What are you trying to do?"

"Jiang Louyue's hands and feet were like snakes coiling around Caiang's wrists. His voice was like the combination of countless women's voices. It was both unpleasant and sharp. "We want that man's skin. He is very special. We know that his soul has experienced much more than his physical body. We want to know why."

His hands grabbed towards Caiang's neck, and his nails instantly expanded. They were only an inch away from piercing through Caiang's neck, but he was unable to push them forward at all.

Under the moonlight, only then did he realize that there were some red lines on his body. The red lines were wrapped around his flesh, inch by inch, and they were pushing forward.

The Thousand Faces disguised as Jiang Louyue's body was twisted by the red thread, and his face revealed a face of fear, "Who are you? You are not from the ghost control clan, you are …"

"Crack."

The Thousand Faces shattered, and all the voices disappeared. Caisang stood in the alley and looked at the pieces of paper on the ground.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the alley, and the pieces of paper were swept up and danced around Caisang.

"Liar, liar." The woman's sharp voice came from all directions, "You liar."

The pieces of paper slashed across Caisang's neck like a sharp knife. Even though Caisang reacted fast enough, he was still cut open, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.

"You liar, you liar, you liar."

The sharp voice continued to ring out, as if it was ringing in Caisang's head, "But I like it, we want your skin too."

"Do you want it? You have to see if you have the ability to do so." Caisang sneered.

The gentleness that had been revealed by the person before had already faded, and his eyes were filled with a coldness that was as cold as snow.

Caisang held a seal in his hand, and his body faintly lit up, making him stand out in the darkness.

The pieces of paper around him became extremely hard, and they attacked Caisang like hidden weapons.

However, the pieces of paper were unable to enter Caisang's body.

"With such little ability, you want to skin me? You are not qualified." Caisang sneered and snapped her fingers.

A flame suddenly flashed on her fingertips. The flame grew stronger and stronger as the wind blew, burning all the paper around her.