I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 98 Snow Silk Robe, Life and Death Contract

Mei Shiyu returned to the front hall of the inn, broke the formation that had trapped Mao Jiang, and invited him to sit down and talk.

The two sat at the table.

Mei Shiyu pushed the snow-white silk robe to the center of the table.

Mao Jiang pointed to himself, as if to say, "Is this for me?"

His throat was completely emptied, and he could no longer speak.

Mei Shiyu said, "That's right, it's for you, but it depends on whether you want to wear it."

Mao looked at him, puzzled, his eyes empty and confused.

Mei Shiyu said, "Can you tell me first why you've become like this?"

A ripple appeared in Mao Jiang's dark eyes. He rubbed the clothes he was wearing with his hands. He had many things to say, but he couldn't open his mouth.

When Mei Shiyu saw the set of white porcelain teacups on the table, he poured a cup of tea and handed it to her, saying, "Why don't you use your hand as a brush, dip it in water and write something for me?"

Mao Jiang trusted him greatly. He immersed his right index finger entirely in the so-called "tea." When he took it out, his finger was three times redder than a cooked river shrimp.

Having experienced excruciating pain, he was extremely slow to react to this level of injury. It was Mei Shiyu who noticed the abnormality in time and stopped him from putting his finger into the water again.

Mei Shiyu suspected there was something wrong with the water, so she tried dipping her fingertip in it, but didn't feel anything.

He sprinkled a few drops on the back of his hand and felt a slight prickling sensation, like brushing against the tip of a needle.

Her skin remained snow-white, without the slightest sign of redness.

"You...you should use this one."

Mei Shiyu took a chopstick from the chopstick holder and handed it to Mao Jiang.

He seemed to know what was in the porcelain pot.

That was the Bone-Changing Wine brewed by Si Wuxie using the water of the River of Oblivion.

Mei Shiyu curled her fingers.

The hand that had been touched by the River of Oblivion clenched into a fist.

Slight trembling.

Logically, he shouldn't have felt anything, but he actually felt a sharp pain in his skin!

A pure heart had already developed cracks in places unknown to others.

He never noticed.

Mao Jiang spread his five fingers and waved them in front of his eyes.

Mei Shiyu's wandering thoughts were disturbed by him. She came back to her senses and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I was daydreaming."

Mao Jiang wrote: "Master, tell me, why do people get 'troubled by love'?"

Mei Shiyu lowered her eyes. "I...I don't know."

This question is too abstract.

He should ask the God of Marriage.

Instead of making things difficult for a Taoist priest here.

Mao Jiang continued, “I miss my frail and helpless wife every day… My wife and I are just one meeting away from getting married.”

Mei Shiyu asked suspiciously, "Are you really sure your wife knows she's your wife?"

"Immortal Master, you have misunderstood."

Mao Jiang explained eagerly, "We've been betrothed since we were little. We're family, and I've watched my wife grow up! We've even had an engagement banquet."

"If it weren't for the national crisis and the imperial court's summons, which forced me to temporarily go to the border to command troops, our children might already be talking by now."

“My dad only has one son, me. If he heard his grandson call him grandpa, his face would definitely be all smiles.”

"But a man's blood should be shed on the battlefield, and defending the country is a matter of national righteousness. I know that my parents and my fiancée will understand me, support me, and help me."

“I promised my wife that once the war was over, I would return to Beijing and marry her. She even happily made me a winter coat… but I broke my promise.”

"That year, snow was falling outside the Great Wall. I led my detachment on a night raid, but we were ambushed. I don't know which bastard stabbed me in the back!"

"It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. My brothers and I died without knowing why. I'm not reconciled. I wish I could gather my old comrades in the underworld and fight them all again!"

At this point, Mao Jiang became extremely excited, broke his chopsticks, and poked a hole through the table.

But he was no longer the mighty general who was appointed to a critical mission and charged into battle.

He sadly stroked the clothes he was wearing, "This winter coat was made by my wife herself, but she is not in good health. I'm afraid she has made her health even worse by making this coat."

"I wonder if she'll find a better husband and marry someone else after news of my death reaches the capital? If that girl really does marry someone else, I'll haunt her dreams every day! I, I..."

Mao Jiang suddenly erased all the writing on the table and wrote again: "Forget it, she's so timid, afraid of the dark and ghosts. It wouldn't be good if I suddenly appeared in her dream and scared her."

"I'll try to accumulate some good karma for her in the afterlife, wishing her a long and healthy life. As long as she's healthy and can make the right choice and marry a good man, that would be a good thing."

"Even if she forgets me and doesn't visit my grave or burn paper money for me, I won't scare her in her dreams... But I'll definitely go and meet her husband and make that bastard who got the better deal treat my sister better!!!"

Mei Shiyu was an excellent listener. She listened quietly until he finished speaking before asking, "So, what is your lifelong wish? Is it national and personal hatred that you are so attached to, or your newlywed bliss?"

"That's a difficult question to answer."

After calming down, Mao wrote: "If I were still alive, I would definitely tell you that how can we talk about family when the national hatred has not been avenged? But now I am dead. If there is an afterlife... I only wish to give my life to you."

"I'm sorry, but because of my disciple, your soul has become a vengeful ghost and has already vanished into nothingness. You can no longer enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Mei Shiyu looked at the snow-white silk robe on the table, "But as long as you wear this robe, you can regain your normal appearance, go to the human world to find your wife, and perhaps you can continue your marriage with her for another lifetime and fulfill your long-cherished wish."

"what?!"

Mao Jiang clearly couldn't believe his ears.

"Immortal Master, is what you're saying true?"

He quickly touched his head to make sure both ears were still there and hadn't completely rotted away.

Mei Shiyu said, "Of course it's true."

People consider zombies to be a scourge, and everyone knows that if zombies are not eliminated, they may turn into drought demons.

The appearance of the drought demon will bring calamity to the world, causing endless unrest in the lower realms.

The drought demon's corpse is immortal and indestructible; even if it is temporarily subdued, it cannot be completely destroyed, and it remains a major hidden danger.

Therefore, cultivators who encounter zombies must kill them.

But few people know that a body without a soul can become a zombie because of an unfulfilled long-held wish and unrepentant obsession.

If one can free one's mind from its shackles, the stubborn body will automatically weather away and vanish, returning to dust and ashes.

In her previous life, Mei Shiyu was searching for a way to properly deal with the incorruptible bone beside her.

Ideally, we could help the boy who died young fulfill his lifelong wish, lest he transform from an incorruptible being into a drought demon and wreak havoc on the world without restraint.

Solutions are hard to find, but they're not entirely impossible.

Mei Shiyu thought of making a garment out of snow silk.

He covered the garment with forbidden spells and array diagrams.

Mei Shiyu said to Mao Jiang, "I can give you this garment to help you fulfill your long-cherished wish, but all of this comes at a price."

Mao Jiang asked, "What price?"

Mei Shiyu said, "We need to establish a contract between us. This contract must be the highest level of life-and-death contract."

A life-and-death pact is undoubtedly a more vicious form of contract than a blood curse. It is signed voluntarily by both parties, and the price of breaking the pact is divine retribution.

And this garment is the contract itself.

The contract is established once he puts on this outfit.

Mei Shiyu did not allow him to harm innocent people or do anything immoral after he went out, otherwise it would be a breach of contract.

If he breaks the contract, the garment will be automatically destroyed, and at the same time, he will explode and die.

If he doesn't die, a heavenly tribulation will descend upon him.

The tribulation brought by the life-and-death pact is no less severe than the great immortal tribulation that one undergoes upon ascension; in fact, it may even surpass it.

Accompanied by thunderous roars, the earth blazes with fiery flames, lava melts away, and everything returns to eternal silence…

In short, "divine retribution" means to ensure that someone suffers eternal damnation and is relentlessly pursued until death.

There's a saying in the cultivation world that once a life-and-death contract is established, one party becomes the other's "contract slave."

Signing a life-or-death contract is tantamount to selling oneself into slavery, with no hope of ever being redeemed.

A lowly slave has no choice but to obey his master absolutely and dares not disobey in the slightest.

Mei Shiyu did this not to tame Mao Jiang into a slave.

The heavy shackles placed on him were a desperate attempt to give him a new lease on life.

Mei Shiyu did not force him to do so, but simply told him her considerations.

There was not a trace of deception.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mao Jiang replied, "I'm willing."