Mu Yin’s sharp cry rang out as I passed through the clouds, and the heavenly path instantly closed, completely separating me from the human world. I lay on that person for a long time before slowly sitting up and asking in a muffled voice, “How are you in the time and space from three years ago?”
The soul-catching hand didn’t move away, his tone still calm: “I detected your immortal energy stopped outside the ghost gate, so I was waiting outside. When I saw you come to three years ago, I followed.”
I pinched his fingers, moving his hand aside without looking at him directly. I slowly walked home, with the soul-catcher following silently, neither too close nor too far.
Passing the bamboo grove, hearing the mahjong tiles clashing, I shook my head.
If I wasn’t afraid of trapping Mu Yin and the others, I wouldn’t have used such an energy-consuming red lotus formation. My immortal energy was severely depleted, especially after not eating meat for over ten days.
Some stone seemed to block my path, and I tripped, my body falling forward, with the world spinning. Just before passing out, I saw the soul-catcher’s strong hands reaching out. I immediately thought I was done for. If this guy carried me back home from the bamboo grove, who knows what rumors would spread.
My divine lord’s life is truly bitter.
This sleep was not peaceful. I felt noisy sounds around my ears, seemingly someone calling me, but I couldn’t wake up. I searched in a vast snowy landscape for the voice coming from somewhere, falling and bruising myself.
I sighed and slowly opened my eyes. Jiang Hu’s pretty face was almost touching my nose. I twitched my eyebrows, “Jiang Hu, are you planning to steam me while I’m asleep or deep-fry me?”
Jiang Hu jumped three zhang away from me, saying: “Gouhun, I think even after a thousand years, no one would dare marry this neighbor of yours; she’s so fierce.”
I was stunned, almost springing up, clutching the blanket and glaring at him: “Who let you in!”
Gouhun’s hand didn’t stop mixing the medicinal powder. Instead, Jiang Hu sat down and shook his head: “You, truly heartless. You fainted in the bamboo grove, and it was Gouhun who carried you back.
