I leaned against the wall and slowly straightened up: "Do you still remember your name, date of birth, hometown, and your previous identity?"
"My name is He Zhenzhen..." the ghost frowned and said, "I don't remember anything else."
He Zhenzhen's eyes suddenly fixed: "Why are you asking these questions?"
I looked him straight in the face and said, "I'm a fortune teller. I want to calculate your past and present lives. Without these things, can I calculate it?"
"Are you a fortune teller?" He Zhenzhen looked at me and said, "Why should I believe you?"
I affirmed, "You were a prostitute in your lifetime, right?"
"Well... it seems so..." He Zhenzhen's voice suddenly rose, "How did you know?"
"I calculated it!" I said in a deep voice, "A fortune teller can not only read hexagrams, but also face the face."
Although ghosts have appearances, we can only look at their faces, not their qi, because they only have negative energy. Without the cooperation of "looking at qi", the accuracy of inferring fate by face alone will be greatly reduced. Moreover, I inferred that He Zhenzhen had been a prostitute, not by face.
When He Zhenzhen held me in the river, her hands were pressed right under my ribs. Unless He Zhenzhen had four hands, she couldn't have held my ribs with her hands behind her back.
Even now, a girl rarely stands behind a man and puts her hands under his arms. This action is more intimate than hugging each other, and even has a bit of charm and retention. It is rarely seen even between lovers, let alone in ancient times when etiquette was advocated.
However, He Zhenzhen did it very naturally, which meant that the other party was already used to this action. In ancient times, probably only prostitutes would say goodbye to their patrons in this way.
I took the risk of throwing out this test, which was actually a bit like gambling with my life. If I guessed wrong and the other party got angry and embarrassed, I would definitely die.
He Zhenzhen lowered her head and thought for a while: "It seems that what you said is correct. What else do you see?"
In fact, I didn't see anything, but I have been forced to this point and I can't just say nothing.
I said quickly, "You lived in a time of war. If I'm not mistaken, you lived in the late Northern Song Dynasty. Your family lived in the north and you died under the Mongolian cavalry. Before your death, your city had a fierce resistance and was then massacred by the Mongols. You could have survived and even negotiated with the Mongols to exchange yourself for many lives. However, the Mongols broke their promise and massacred all those who were most important to you in front of you. Am I right?"
The questions I asked seemed reasonable, but they were all nonsense. I didn't want He Zhenzhen to believe my speculation, but to try hard to recall the past.
As expected, He Zhenzhen couldn't digest the information I threw out for a while, and couldn't help but hold her head and try hard to recall the past.
I took advantage of the other person's brief distraction and quickly looked around the room.
Since my grandfather had already predicted that I would come, there was no way he would leave me in a situation where I was sure to die.
This house was built by my grandfather, and he must have left some mechanism in it.
Before I could see the whole house, He Zhenzhen shouted, "How dare you lie to me! What Northern Song Dynasty? I have no impression of it at all. How do you know that I died at the hands of Mongolian soldiers?"
My heart couldn't help but shudder: Oh no, she saw through me so quickly
I have already said it, and there is no way I can change it. If I change my words to cover up the lie, it will be fine. But if I can't, the good situation will be ruined, and I may even die without a burial place.
Just when I was wondering how to answer the other party's question, Guan Qingyan suddenly said, "He didn't lie to you. Let me explain to you."
He Zhenzhen looked at Guan Qingyan coldly: "Are you also a fortune teller?"
When He Zhenzhen turned to Guan Qingyan with murderous eyes as cold as a knife, the latter couldn't help but sweat on her forehead, but she forced herself to remain calm and said: "Although I am not a fortune teller, I think what Mr. Wu said makes sense. Listen to me carefully..."
"The clothes you are wearing are gauze skirts. Few people used this kind of clothes in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Even... even in that kind of place, no one would wear a gauze skirt, so you are definitely not from the Ming and Qing dynasties."
Guan Qingyan coaxed her, "Look at the clothes you are wearing, and think about the people you have met before. Do you think many people dress differently from you? Let me tell you..."
Women understand women. Even if He Zhenzhen is a ghost, she was a woman when she was alive. "Women dress up to please themselves" is an eternal saying. Guan Qingyan started the topic by talking about clothes, and gradually brought He Zhenzhen's thoughts over.
My eyes quickly moved around the room. But there didn't seem to be any formations or mechanisms set up in this room from top to bottom. Didn't my grandfather think of this at the beginning
The more anxious I was, the less clues I could find. Guan Qingyan was getting more and more tired of dealing with the situation, and many things were beginning to become difficult to justify. He Zhenzhen said in a deep voice: "You'd better not lie to me. I've also seen a lot of things outside..."
When I heard this, my heart sank - He Zhenzhen could go out at any time, which meant that my grandfather didn't set up any suppression formation in the house from the beginning, let alone any back-up plan.
How could my grandfather...
My head suddenly buzzed and I couldn't think clearly.
At this time, He Zhenzhen suddenly shouted, "Mr. Wu, since you have figured out when I was born, then tell me when and where I first met him?"
Oh no! He Zhenzhen began to doubt.
Although I didn't hear clearly what Guan Qingyan said to her, I saw that He Zhenzhen had one hand on Guan Qingyan's shoulder, and her pale nails were just pressing on Guan Qingyan's subcarotid artery. As long as I didn't answer correctly, she would kill Guan Qingyan on the spot.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, He Zhenzhen immediately said in a cold voice: "Mr. Wu, I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"
Of course I heard it, but I just didn't know how to respond.
In He Zhenzhen's heart, Guan Xingyu has become an obsession close to a demon. It is impossible for her not to remember the scene of her first meeting with Guan Xingyu. If I talk nonsense, I will be exposed immediately.
I calmly met He Zhenzhen's murderous eyes: "Actually, I also have a question for you. How can you be sure that Guan Xingyu is the person you are looking for? Maybe he has nothing to do with you at all?"
"Impossible!" He Zhenzhen said sternly, "Someone said that he and I have a love relationship that spans many lifetimes, and that no matter when he appears, he will marry me. In this lifetime, didn't he marry me a long time ago?"
"Who said this..." I was originally trying to delay time, but when I finished saying this, a light bulb suddenly lit up in my head.
I remember Guan Qingyan said that the fate between Guan Xingyu and that ghost wife ended when he was eighteen years old. At that time, someone came and arranged a divorce for them.
It was not that divorce was not allowed in ancient times, but it was common for men to divorce their wives, but it was rare for women to divorce by amicable consent. In the feudal era, all dynasties allowed women to divorce by amicable consent, but women's thoughts were always imprisoned by the "Three Obediences and Four Virtues", so it was basically impossible for them to take the initiative to propose amicable consent.
This is true in the world of the living and in the underworld.
People in the art of magic imitated marriages in the human world and created ghost marriages, so naturally they thought of divorce.
In the human world, if a young wife is upset by her husband's family, she will naturally run to her parents' home and cry for her parents' help. In the underworld, if a ghost wife is upset, she will not only run to the graveyard, but also to the homes of the living. If there is a ghost in the house, a sorcerer must be asked to exorcise the evil spirits, and the matter of reconciliation for the ghost is placed before the sorcerer.
The sorcerer also set a set of rules for ghost marriages and divorces, which are even more complicated than ghost marriages. Because for ghost marriages and divorces, the grave must be dug up again and the woman's body must be taken out. The living person is unwilling to go through this, and the dead person may not be willing to divorce either, so the sorcerer must mediate.
The Guan family didn't want He Zhenzhen to continue following Guan Xingyu, so they had to divorce. The person responsible for the divorce should be my grandfather.
I quickly deduced in my mind how often my grandfather went out. For a few years, he was always out, but then he gradually stopped going out. I guess he must have done a lot of things in those years.
I looked at He Zhenzhen and said, "Let's not discuss whether you and Guan Xingyu have a past life relationship or not, let's just talk about the present. As far as I know, you and Guan Xingyu have divorced a long time ago, right? Before this, it seems that you haven't consummated your marriage yet? Do you still dare to say that you are husband and wife?"
"Nonsense!" He Zhenzhen screamed, "Who said we got divorced?"
"No?" I sneered, "Ask them if someone came here on purpose to break up your marriage with Guan Xingyu?"
When He Zhenzhen looked at Guan Qingyan with a ferocious expression, the hand on Guan Qingyan's shoulder suddenly tightened. Guan Qingyan finally couldn't help but screamed: "Ah - let go! You really have divorced, three years ago!"
He Zhenzhen subconsciously loosened her hand: "We're getting divorced? How come I didn't know about this?"
I said in a deep voice, "Whether you are divorced or not, you can find out by looking outside. There must be divorce documents buried outside the gate."
According to the rules of ghost marriage and divorce, the man must take the divorce document to the grave and burn it to show that he has acknowledged the divorce, and let the ghosts in the grave remarry. But there is definitely no saying that the document should be buried in the ground. The document cannot reach the underworld before it is burned, and the ghosts cannot get the document. Doesn't it mean that they did not get divorced
He Zhenzhen suddenly turned her head towards the door, as if her eyes could pierce through the wall and see everything outside. (To be continued)