Wife is hell

Chapter 42 Husband and Baby
As Young Master Yang was killed with an axe, Jiang Mu's consciousness was forcibly stripped away once again, plunging him into a state of chaos.

All the flashbacks shattered like glass struck by a heavy blow, turning into sharp fragments that swept into the depths of his mind.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp, intense pain shot through his skull.

It felt like thousands of steel nails were exploding inside my skull.

Jiang Mu groaned, clutching his head tightly with both hands, and curled up on the ground...

……

Inside the private room, Shi Yuyuan, who was nervously guarding the door, suddenly heard a muffled "thump" behind her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look.

They were horrified to see Jiang Mu lying on the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

Xiao Jiang!

Shi Yuhua rushed forward immediately.

Seeing the man's pained expression, she instinctively wanted to go out and ask for help, but remembering Jiang Mu's previous instructions, she stopped herself.

"Xiaojiang..."

The woman was completely disoriented and started crying in a panic.

With no other choice, she knelt on the ground and pulled Jiang Mu's upper body and head into her arms. One hand rested on the man's chest, while the other hand used her sleeve to wipe away his cold sweat.

They were trying to alleviate even the slightest bit of the other person's pain in this way.

Looking at Jiang Mu's current appearance, she couldn't help but recall the scene when her old illness flared up.

A serious illness years ago left me with chronic health problems.

Afterwards, some symptoms may occasionally appear, such as feeling cold all over or having a fever, and in severe cases, even fainting.

Thanks to Dr. Mei's frequent massages and acupressure, she pulled through time and time again.

But Jiang Mu's condition seemed more serious than hers, so simple massage and acupressure were clearly not enough.

……

In his dazed state, Jiang Mu felt himself sinking into a warm, soft embrace.

The warm feeling, carrying a faint and elegant fragrance, seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space, overlapping with a vague fragment from the depths of his memory.

He once had a mishap during his cultivation practice.

I suffer terribly every night.

At that time, it seemed as if there was such a soft and warm embrace, holding him tightly and gently comforting him.

"Husband, don't be afraid, Xian'er is here."

"If my husband is too sad, how about being a baby..."

A gentle and melodious voice lingered in his ears, trying to piece together those fragmented memories into a blurry yet incredibly familiar figure.

The woman in my memory had her clothes half-undone...

She soothed the irritable and distressed man as if comforting a baby.

"My dear husband, are you feeling much better?"

……

In the box.

Shi Yuhua's tears were still falling in a downpour, her jade-like hands constantly stroking the man's chest.

In her heart, Mu Jiang was her family.

It is exactly the same as Baolu and Xueying.

Her younger brother is still in prison. If Ruomujiang gets into any more trouble, she really doesn't know what to do.

Just as she was silently praying that Jiang Mu would wake up soon, the man in her arms suddenly moved his head uneasily and uttered indistinct whispers.

Before she could listen carefully, Jiang Mu turned his head away.

His face buried in...

? !
Shi Yuhua's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened, her body stiffened, and tears still adorned her curled eyelashes.

Immediately, her face flushed red.

I instinctively wanted to push him away, but seeing the other person's pained expression, I hesitated.

"What's wrong with Xiao Jiang?"

"Is this the only way to alleviate his pain?"

Shi Yuhuan was in a state of utter confusion, her mind completely blank.

But this...

This is really...

Remembering how the other person used to snuggle in Xueying's arms when they were little, Shi Yuyuan bit her lip, implying that she should still treat the other person as a child, and pulled her collar open a little...

……

The pain gradually faded away with gentle care.

Jiang Mu's consciousness finally broke free from the quagmire of chaos and gradually regained its clarity.

Opening my eyes, I saw a beautiful face with wet tear stains, full of concern.

And she was nestled in his arms.

Seeing that the man had finally woken up, Shi Yuhuan's slightly flushed face immediately lit up with a surprised smile, and she asked in sign language, "How are you, Xiao Jiang? Are you alright?"

"I am fine."

Jiang Mu, supporting his somewhat weak body, sat up, rubbed his still throbbing temples, and gave Shi Yuhua a reassuring smile.

"I'm sorry, Yuju-nee, I must have startled you just now."

Shi Yuhua's pretty face inexplicably turned even redder.

She hurriedly lowered her head, avoiding Jiang Mu's gaze, like a shy mimosa, making her seem pitiful.

Although Jiang Mu found her reaction somewhat strange, his mind was in turmoil at the moment, so he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he quickly brought his attention back to the shocking flashback scene.

"Those hands...why..."

Jiang Mu was still unable to calm down.

Fragmented memories, shrouded in fog, squeezed out from the cracks in my mind.

He won't admit his mistakes.

Those were indeed his wife's hands.

Her name is Luo Xianyu.

But he remembered his wife's name, yet he couldn't recall her face.

All that is known is that the other party died in that mysterious disaster.

"what on earth is it?"

Why is my wife's hand here?

Jiang Mu couldn't understand it; the familiar headache was showing signs of flaring up again.

But then he remembered the strange pattern on the back of his wife's hand.

Those are cursed butterflies!
It was a curse mark planted by Xianyu herself.

Although he had forgotten the reason, only he knew the danger hidden in those hands.

Jiang Mu muttered to himself:

"The Curse Butterfly is based on the Twelve Hexagrams. Following the natural order signifies the gradual growth of Yang energy, while going against it signifies Yin energy seizing Yang energy."

Three is the extreme of the number of birth, and also a variable. The Curse Butterfly wrote that three days make up a month. If we start with the Kun hexagram and count backwards, it is Kun, which is the month of Hai, and is falsely written as the hour of Hai.

I remember that once the Cursed Butterfly is activated, it will kill one person every three days according to this hexagram sequence. A total of twelve people will be killed, each in a different way.

The Third Young Master Yang died at the hour of Wu (戊), which corresponds to the hexagram Bo (剥).

Therefore, he should be the second person to die in this sequence, and he died from dismemberment.

Before Young Master Yang died, there must have been another person killed by the Cursed Butterfly. And according to the divination, this person was crushed to death by a heavy object…

and many more!

He was crushed to death by a heavy object!
Jiang Mu suddenly raised his head, his breathing rapid, a storm raging in his heart.

Yan Feng!

That big rock in the abandoned garden!
Hey!
I knew it! That big rock couldn't have been an accident!

Damn it, it really was a murder!

In the previous case of the missing woman, Jiang Mu was certain that the only murderers were Wu and Yan Feng, and that there could not be any other accomplices.

So when Yan Feng was killed by falling rocks, although he felt something was amiss, he didn't want to get too involved.

Now it appears that this involves a new murder case.

Yan Feng went from being a murderer to a victim.

Following the order of "killing every three days," Yan Feng's death was exactly three days apart from that of Young Master Yang.

Young Master Yang died three days ago.

Therefore, at the hour of You (5-7 PM) today, another person will definitely die!

Thinking of this, Jiang Mu, whose head was still throbbing slightly, asked Shi Yuhua:
"Sister Yu-yu, what time is it now?"

The woman gestured: "Shen Shi Chu" (the beginning of the Shen hour).

"There's still an hour left, we should make it in time."

Jiang Mu stood up and said, "Let's go to the patrol office. This is a case involving a spirit object, and it has nothing to do with Shi Baolu."

Upon hearing Jiang Mu's words, Shi Yuhuan's beautiful eyes lit up with surprise, and she hurriedly got up.

As she stood up, she suddenly frowned and subconsciously raised her hand to press against her chest.

A hint of suppressed pain flashed across her pretty face.

"what happened?"

Jiang Mu asked, puzzled.

Shi Yuhua blushed and shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

But when her beautiful eyes glanced at the other person's lips and teeth, there was a hint of resentment.

"Let's go then."

Jiang Mu, unsuspecting, put the bell back in his pocket, took Shi Yuzhu's small hand, and quickly left Yuxiang Tower.

(End of this chapter)