Chapter 114 Wraith Spirit
"Hey, Hideshu, you are such a good father now, unlike the one in my family who doesn't care about the children at all. I do housework and take care of the children every day, and I am so busy that I don't have time to rest." Hideshu's cousin looked at Hideshu and sighed.

Xiu Shu smiled implicitly: "Alas, maybe I like children too much, and my brother-in-law is too busy with work and has no free time."

"Oh, if he's busy, what about you? You have to take care of the kids and go to work, and you bought a big house in Tokyo for Saori. It would be great if my husband could be half as capable as you." The cousin sighed, and looked at Kana next to Hideki with envy: "I really envy Kana for having such a good husband."

Chanel didn't reply, but smiled virtuously: "Excuse me, I'll go see if there's anything I can help you with." After that, she stood up and left the room.

Their marriage, which seemed glamorous and glorious to outsiders, was actually already riddled with holes.

The cousin watched Chana leave, and then she saw her son pushing Saori down. She walked over to help Saori up, caressing the strong Saori with a loving look on her face, then turned around and looked at her son viciously: "Why are you bullying Saori?"

"Cousin, it's just children playing around." Hideki said with a smile.

The cousin glared at her son who dared not speak and said viciously: "If you do something bad, you will be captured by the Po-Xuan demon!"

After teaching her son a lesson, the cousin took Saori back to her seat and suddenly said to Hideki, "Hideki saw it when he was little, right? The Pok'u Demon! I heard from the elders that the little girl you played with at the time was kidnapped by the Pok'u Demon."

The smile on Hideki's face froze. His cousin's words reminded him of his childhood. That day, in this house, his grandfather was lying on the tatami, seriously ill.

During those days, he kept hearing from the elders that his grandfather was dying and would not be able to hold on for much longer. Out of curiosity about death, he and his childhood friend pulled out his grandfather's oxygen tube and watched his grandfather struggle, twitch, and stop exhaling. He has completely forgotten what happened afterwards, and his childhood friend has long since become a blur, but the scene of killing his grandfather has been deeply engraved in his heart.

"Oh! Cousin, these are stories that scare children. Please take care of Saori. I will go and see if there is anything I can help with." Hideki forced a smile and left the house and turned to the courtyard. He saw his wife Kana smoking a cigarette with a melancholy look on her face.

Hideki walked over with a frown, stretched out his hand to pull the cigarette out of Chanel's mouth, and threw it on the ground: "Do you want everyone to know that we are not happy after marriage!"

Chana smiled sadly, raised her head and looked at Hideki: "If you want to say that I was raised by a woman who only knows how to smoke, drink and put on makeup, then don't say it anymore."

Hideki's expression was distorted. He lowered his head and looked at Kana and said viciously, "We will return to Tokyo tomorrow. If you don't want to destroy this family, you are not allowed to have any contact with Tsuda anymore! I warned you!"

The two of them returned to the house and looked happy again in front of their family members, but they didn't notice that Saori was squatting in the corner with self-blame, looking at her smiling and happy parents. The naive girl only thought that her parents didn't love her at home because she was not a good child.

A few kilometers away from Miyue's house, their conversation was clearly heard by Zheng Wenjie. Retracting his five senses, Zheng Wenjie began to think about why this vengeful spirit possessed Saori. If it was attracted by the evil thoughts of Saori's parents, why didn't it just kill the parents directly, but kept lurking in Saori's body.

Zheng Wenjie was a little confused. This was his first time coming into contact with resentment. If he had not learned a lot of information about ghosts from Zhao Li, he would not have known what this thing was.

There were footsteps coming from the stairs, the light footsteps passed by the room where Zheng Wenjie lived and went into the next room. Zheng Wenjie was lying on the bed. The vengeful spirits did not kill indiscriminately, there were rules for each vengeful spirit to kill, but he was not clear about the killing rules of the Poqi demon yet, so he could only follow Hideki's family to Tokyo to observe for a few days.

Mitsuki returned to the room, slid down to sit on the floor next to the door, and looked at the moonlight pouring in through the window. Her smiling face gradually became expressionless.

The reason why Yamashita Mizuki's parents divorced was because her mother was a serial killer. After giving birth to Yamashita Mizuki, her mother became anxious and often worried about irrelevant things for no reason. She felt every day that someone was going to kill her family.

Until one day, the father came home and witnessed the mutilated bodies in the garden. He sent the mother to prison and divorced her. The father blamed everything on the birth of Yamashita Mizuki.

As Miyue grew up, she didn't understand why others had parents but she only had a grandmother. Her classmates' ridicule and bullying, saying that she was the child of a murderer, made her realize that she was different from the people around her.

When she was bullied, her grandmother told her that no matter what happened, she should not cry, and as long as she kept smiling and faced it with a smile, no one would bully her anymore.

So she had always hidden her emotions and always had a smile on her face. Only the death of her grandmother made the smile she had always maintained collapse.

It was like she had lost her spiritual support. The only relative who treated her well also abandoned her and left, leaving her alone to live in this place that she hated.

Until she met Zheng Wenjie, his inexplicable temperament and distinct skin contours were deeply imprinted in her mind. She wanted to get him and not let him leave her alone like her grandmother did.

So she was very gentle to Zheng Wenjie, and used gentle words and considerate actions to try to enhance Zheng Wenjie's sense of pleasure and trust. She saw Zheng Wenjie becoming a little closer to her and knew that she was doing the right thing, but she didn't expect Zheng Wenjie to recover his memory so quickly and abandon her like his grandmother did.

She only felt anger and strong uneasiness in her heart until she thought of the admiring looks that Koji and many other male classmates gave her. Because of her words, Koji listened to her like a dog.

Thinking of this, she still had a way to keep Zheng Wenjie. All she had to do was make Zheng Wenjie as obedient as Koji. A blush appeared on Miyuki's face. She stood up and slowly took off her sailor suit. She walked out of the room wearing only her underwear and went to the next room, knocking gently on the door.

Zheng Wenjie was a little curious about what Meiyue wanted to say. He went forward to open the door and saw the graceful Meiyue wearing only tight underwear, with an innocent smile on her flushed oval face.

Zheng Wenjie looked at Meiyue strangely, watching her take two steps forward and hug him, feeling her licking him with her tongue, and calling him "Father."

This confused Zheng Wenjie, and he pulled Meiyue away from him: "Meiyue, what are you doing?"

Ever since she grew more and more beautiful, sometimes all she needed was a look or a smile to get many male classmates to help her. Meiyue didn't expect Zheng Wenjie to expose her. It was obvious that the way he looked at her these days made her, who was sensitive inside, feel that he had bad intentions.

Meiyue found it hard to accept. The smile on her face faded. She looked at Zheng Wenjie with her eyes wide open: "Dad, don't you want me? I like you very much."

Zheng Wenjie looked at Meiyue somewhat depressed: "I was just playing with you. My last name is not Tang, but Zheng. Don't call me dad. It's wrong for you to do this. You are still young and you shouldn't like someone like this. You should protect yourself." It's not that Zheng Wenjie is Liu Xiahui, but that he, who is over a hundred years old, has no sexual interest in looking at the minor in front of him. What's more, he is already a pure-blooded red-eyed person in the real fairyland, and his control over his body is already very subtle.

Mi Yue's hidden emotions became more uneasy and more angry, but tears flowed from her eyes. She looked at Zheng Wenjie pitifully and said,
"I love daddy so much. When I think about you leaving, I feel like I'm going crazy. As long as daddy promises not to leave me, I can do anything~"

When did I become so charming? Even if I broke through the realm of true immortality, I would still be the same as before. When I turned into a zombie, my body had already been cleansed. Zheng Wenjie suddenly remembered the dragon blood that had drenched him, and suddenly realized that it was the dragon blood that caused the problem.

No wonder these days, women can’t look away when they see me, even Saori, who is still a little child, looks at me with amazement as if she were looking at something beautiful.

The seven sons of the dragon are all different. The dragon can give birth to various creatures with dragon blood with different species and attract species with different aesthetic tastes, relying on its magical charm.

Even Zheng Wenjie himself felt fond of the two dragons, Ao Lie and Ao Xia, and wanted to hang up their dragon heads as decorations.

Looking at Meiyue's admiring eyes, Zheng Wenjie knew that this was his fault, but he couldn't just find a woman for this inexplicable reason. If a woman liked him, he would be a stud if he accepted her! What's more, Meiyue was only sixteen years old.

Zheng Wenjie looked at Meiyue seriously and advised: "In my eyes, you are still a child. Anyone who sees a beautiful person will develop feelings of love, but this feeling is only temporary and will fade away after a while. You are just impulsive now, and you will naturally calm down after a long time."

Miyue didn't say anything, but slowly squatted down and hugged her knees, outlining a round arc.

If it was a stranger, he would just send him away casually. If he was annoyed by the person, he would just kill him. However, since Miyue had taken such docile care of her these past few days and had made the girl fall in love because of the dragon's blood, Zheng Wenjie felt bad about it.

Zheng Wenjie sighed, sat cross-legged on the floor and watched Meiyue continue to persuade him: "You are still young..."

"I understand!" Meiyue suddenly spoke, her voice a little hoarse, and she raised her head from where she had buried it, looked at Zheng Wenjie, and said softly, "Then take me with you."

"Don't you want me to call you dad? I will call you dad from now on. Please take me with you."

Zheng Wenjie pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "That was just a joke between you and me. It was not directed at you."

"I know, Dad, so take me with you too."

Zheng Wenjie looked at Meiyue's shining eyes helplessly. He was not a pervert. "What you should do now is study hard and get into a good university."

Miyue's eyes dimmed, and she buried her head in her knees and whispered, "I have no relatives anymore. I am left alone. Even you don't want to be with me. I am indeed a cursed person."

Meiyue's shoulders trembled slightly, and the anger in her heart began to twist. Grandma has abandoned me, I will not let you abandon me too. She began to think about how to imprison Zheng Wenjie at home and prevent him from leaving.

Feeling the decadence and powerlessness in Meiyue's voice, Zheng Wenjie was a little embarrassed. He reached out and gently rubbed her hair: "Sooner or later, you will meet someone who really makes your heart beat, and then you will get married and have children together. You are a kind child, and you will be happy in the future."

Feeling the warm touch of her palm passing through her hair, Meiyue's heart gradually calmed down. She regained her composure and thought about the changes in Zheng Wenjie over the past few days.

Meiyue raised her head, her face wet with tears. Zheng Wenjie could still clearly see the crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes. Meiyue cried, "No, either you stay or take me with you. I won't cause you any trouble."

"I already have my grandma gone, and I can't live without you either."

Zheng Wenjie felt a little touched and looked at Meiyue with pity. His original guess was correct. Meiyue did have psychological problems. Many women saw him in the past few days, and although they all cast glances at him, none of them were as exaggerated as Meiyue's.

This is a typical mental illness caused by treating oneself as a spiritual pillar, which is caused by lack of love. Thinking of Japan's traditionally high suicide rate, Zheng Wenjie felt a little soft-hearted.

"Well, if you really want to follow me."

Hearing this, Mitsuki's face broke into a smile that was completely different from before. As expected, he was a kind person. As long as she could make him feel sympathetic, she would be able to move him.

She found a way. Mitsuki felt truly happy for the first time since her grandmother passed away. She believed that sooner or later she would be able to make him listen to her like Koji did.

"I haven't finished yet." Seeing her happy smile, Zheng Wenjie stood up and crushed the teacup that Meiyue had brought him in the morning, then picked up a sharp piece of porcelain and placed it in front of Meiyue.

"What I'm about to do may be terrifying to you. If you really want to follow me, then show me your determination and don't let me think you're a burden."

"I'll put this into your body. If you can endure the pain and not make any sound, I'll agree to it. But if not, then you should give up."

At the same time, Zheng Wenjie took out several large Japanese banknotes from the red coffin and placed them next to the porcelain pieces: "If you can't hold on and make a sound, this money is my apology for the impact I have caused you."

"Or, you can just give up now, take the money and forget about it, and go back to have a good sleep."

Miyue didn't reply. There was no change on her smiling face. She reached out her hand without hesitation, grabbed the porcelain piece and inserted it into her thigh decisively, letting the blood flow into her smooth skin in thin threads.

(End of this chapter)