Marry Qian San?
Yu Xing stopped in his tracks at the keyword and turned to meet the gaze of the woman in green.
Did this female ghost want to marry Qian San?
Only then did he take a closer look at her.
Her slender, heart-shaped face was barely palm-sized. She had willow-leaf brows, round almond eyes, a delicate nose, and lips that naturally gave her a sorrowful look. Yet the sweetness and gentleness of her other features softened that mournful air, leaving her with a uniquely cool, aloof beauty.
Her long black hair was tied in a simple bun, but not fully coiled up, suggesting she was an adult woman who had never married.
She looked to be in her early twenties, perhaps twenty-three or twenty-four. For this era, she was already considered an old maid—an extremely rare thing.
She probably wouldn't be called a beauty, but she was certainly pretty and pleasing to the eye, with an air of cool elegance.
That was with her face deathly pale and corpse-like. She must have looked even better when she was alive.
Had a woman like her come near Qian San's courtyard to marry him?
Yu Xing had to give Qian San credit for the persona he'd cultivated. He really could charm both the living and the dead.
But clearly, Qian San, who made a living by using disguises to cheat people out of their money, hadn't even married an easily controlled living woman. How could he possibly take a threatening vengeful ghost for a wife? From the little girl's tone, the woman wanted to marry him, but Qian San had surely refused.
Under Fengtou Town's nighttime rules, ghosts like this woman could only lure or intimidate people outside their doors. If those inside didn't open the door themselves, she couldn't