Mu Lin took the hairpin back and put it in his purse. Zhongli's health was not good to begin with, and it was not a good thing for him to hold such a yin-filled thing.
In the afternoon, the two of them went to the suburbs to climb the mountain and burn incense. Zhongli's physique was not as good as Mu Lin's, and he began to wipe his sweat in less than half an hour. He finally climbed to the middle of the mountain after walking and stopping, and rested for nearly an hour before getting up. After finally climbing up, the two of them went into this famous temple to burn incense. Zhongli Jian went to donate the incense money, and came back to give Mu Lin a peace amulet.
When the two came down from the mountain, Zhongli Jian collapsed on the bed and didn't move. Mu Lin couldn't help laughing, "Why do you look like the salted fish sold in the West Market? Even your posture is exactly the same."
Zhongli Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Go back to your room, wash up and go to bed!"
Mu Lin skipped away, making a face before leaving, "Don't forget to shower and change clothes, Zhongli stinks of sweat!"
"You little girl!"
Mu Lin ran away with a smile. She went downstairs and told the waiter to prepare bath water for Zhongli and send a kettle of hot water to her room. She returned to her room, washed up, and went to bed.
Zhongli Jian's footsteps were heard outside the door. He held the lamp and looked into Mu Lin's room for a while. He made sure that Lin was asleep inside before returning to the room. He must have felt relieved and went to bed.
Mu Lin felt a little warm in his heart, but when he thought that he would be leaving soon, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his eyes.
Mu Lin's other advantages aside, her hearing was absolutely unique. Perhaps it was the torture of living in a silent place for ten thousand years that increased her sensitivity to sound to the extreme. She hadn't fallen asleep in the first place, and she wasn't a mortal, so it was easy for her to hear the noise outside the room.
It was late at night and no one was disturbing me.
Mu Lin lifted the thin blanket, took out the pear blossom hairpin from her purse, and tiptoed out. She passed by Zhongli's room, and the light inside was indeed off. She walked quietly through the corridor and downstairs, and came to the backyard of the inn.
Mu Lin looked at the moonlight. It was almost midnight, the time of the day when the yin energy was at its heaviest. The white jade pear blossom hairpin in his hand seemed to be even colder. Mu Lin didn't need to look any further to feel that the black energy attached to it was almost condensed into substance.
She pierced her finger with the tip of the hairpin, and a drop of blood slid down the hairpin to the end, and slowly stopped on the pear blossom carved in the center. Black air instantly gathered towards the pistil.
It was midnight, and an incredible scene occurred in front of Mu Lin. A black shadow the size of an adult woman slowly condensed and formed in the night sky, exuding a monstrous resentment, and half floating above the hairpin.
After a while, the shadow gradually revealed a human form, and it turned out to be a female ghost. She must have died in her prime, with a pale and lifeless face, but her face was still somewhat beautiful, with red eyes, long hair scattered like clouds, and dark clothes fluttering quietly.
The female ghost looked at Mu Lin with a look of doubt and surprise, then she suppressed her sorrow and resentment, and slowly bent down to kowtow three times.
"Thank you for helping me transform. I, Ming Yijian, would like to express my gratitude to you."
Mu Lin was not frightened at all when she saw this strange scene. Since she was the princess of the underworld, she was naturally accompanied by ghosts day and night in the underworld. To be honest, she had seen more ghosts than mortals.
She only said in a normal tone: "Ming Yijian? What a good name. You are rare among the evil spirits to be so lucid. Tell me your story, maybe I can help you."
"Yes," Ming Yi bowed respectfully. Like a ghost, she didn't want to recall the painful past, but she didn't refuse at all and told the long-forgotten past.