The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 34

Wu Zhen suddenly exhaled, and a cloud of mist floated into the ethereal figure of the man in white. The man then noticed her, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he nodded at her with difficulty.

Wu Zhen looked at the man for a long while. She had been to the Princess Mansion several times before. Before, she only felt that the camellia tree had some spiritual energy, but did not notice the existence of that man. It was the first time she saw the man. Perhaps he was seriously injured, so he could not return to the white camellia tree where he was parasitic, so she saw him.

That man, to be precise, was a parasitic spirit. The so-called parasitic spirits were different from monsters and ghosts. As the name suggests, they were a kind of spirit that lived in a certain object. The parasitic spirits were usually very spiritual tools, such as calligraphy and painting paper and pens. Wu Zhen had also seen combs, mirrors, and even bowls, but it was the first time she had seen a plant with a parasitic spirit.

Being able to give birth to spirituality and transform into a human form was a great opportunity. Unfortunately, looking at its current appearance, it had been damaged too much and its essence had been lost. It couldn’t survive for long.

The parasitic spirits were similar in form to monsters, but they were much more fragile. Before they developed a physical body, they could not often leave the object they were possessed in. If they appeared in transformed form for too long, the greater the damage they would suffer.

This spirit was almost running out of energy.

He probably knew it himself, which was why he was still sitting there at this time, looking at Li Yuanzhen seriously. He reached out and touched Li Yuanzhen’s forehead, but she couldn’t feel him, nor could she see him. She didn’t feel anything, just brushed past the man’s hand, and turned to look at Wu Zhen anxiously and hopefully, “Aunt, do you have any ideas? You know a lot of people, maybe you can help me find someone who is good at diagnosing and treating plants?”

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Wu Zhen thought that what her little niece really cared about was probably not the white camellia tree, but the man who possessed it.

Seeing Wu Zhen not speaking, Li Yuanzhen’s expression gradually dimmed. Suddenly, Wu Zhen stepped forward and flicked her head, then sighed helplessly and compromised, “Okay, Xiao Yuan, you’re really my precious niece. I will find a way to save this tree for you tomorrow.”

Li Yuanzhen was stunned and extremely surprised. She jumped up and hugged her arm and asked, “Really? Auntie, you really have a way to save it?!”

Wu Zhen smiled and rubbed her head. “Of course. Relax and have a good sleep today. Look at your eyes. Let someone apply some compresses on them. Don’t cry too much. Tomorrow, I will definitely make you happy.”

Wu Zhen always did what she said. When she spoke, her tone was firm and confident, and anyone would unconsciously believe her. 

Li Yuanzhen felt relieved all of a sudden. “Okay, then I’ll wait for you tomorrow!”

Wu Zhen left the palace and headed straight for the East Market. After searching for a while, she saw the person she was looking for under a tree. The man was dressed in coarse cloth and looked as old as a dead tree stump. There was a flag hanging on the small table in front of him, and four words were written on the rag: Semi-immortal Divine Calculation.

“Quack.” Wu Zhen threw down a piece of gold and said, “I’ve run into a problem and want to ask you what to do.”

This Quack—one of the two assistants of the Cat Lord in Monster Market—begged in Monster Market at night and told fortunes in East Market during the day. He had changed his appearance to that of an old man and opened a business.

He looked at the piece of gold on the table and said, “I only tell fortunes, I don’t solve other problems.”

Wu Zhen smiled, saying, “Do you think I wouldn’t dare to hit you in public?”

The Quack: …If I had known this would happen, I would not turn into an old man, but into a handsome young man. This way, maybe the Cat Lord would be a little more merciful when beating people.

“Ahem,” the Quack coughed, putting the gold silently into his sleeve, and said in a good temper, “Ask, Cat Lord.”

Wu Zhen: “A parasitic spirit is about to dissipate. Do you have any way to save it?”

The Quack: “A parasitic spirit? This is hard to save.”

Wu Zhen: “If it wasn’t difficult, I wouldn’t have to look for you. You are the legendary heavenly book owner. Is there anything in the world that you don’t know?”

When asking someone to do something, Wu Zhen rarely said something nice, but although she was praising, her eyes were dark and oppressive. The Quack felt that if he couldn’t solve the problem, things might end up bad.

The Quack said in a hurry, “…Wait, let me check. There seems to be a way to save it.” He was praised so much that he broke out in a cold sweat and took out his book without words.

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Mei Si had been sitting in the room for a day. He no longer painted but simply stared blankly at the painting on the table. After the initial shock and disbelief, he was filled with determination. He had the servants light many lamps, and he sat carefully in front of the painting, with a sword before him, staring at it motionlessly.

When he woke up that morning, he found that the painting he had created had changed. Mei Si clearly remembered that the evil ghosts he had painted the day before were mighty and vivid, flying in the wind and clouds. However, when he looked at the painting again that morning, the evil ghosts were all dejected, as if they had lost a fight. He even saw that one of the ghosts had a broken hand.

It was a painting he had made himself! How could it be possible that a ghost he had painted had a broken hand the next day? The change was so significant that it seemed like a different painting, yet the brushstrokes and shapes were all familiar. It was indeed his painting.

Mei Si no longer wanted to believe that he had remembered it wrong. He had felt something was amiss when the dozens of ghosts he had drawn earlier had disappeared inexplicably. Now that such a change had occurred again, Mei Si had to wonder if something inexplicable was at play.

For example, could ghosts really exist?

Mei Si liked to draw ghosts and monsters. He wholeheartedly believed that there were inhuman beings in the world, but this was the first time he had personally experienced something strange. He was not as excited as he had imagined but was instead filled with worry. If such beings really existed and appeared around him, would they harm his relatives and friends?

Mei Si didn’t dare to tell anyone about his suspicions, so he decided to stay awake that night and watch over the painting. If there were really evil spirits, he would cut the painting with his sword. Even if evil spirits did appear in the painting he had drawn, he would have to get rid of them.