Wife is hell

Chapter 62 Buried Alive
Time flies like an arrow, and two more days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Mu has spent almost all of the last two days in bed.

He ultimately underestimated the side effects of the backlash from the Eastern Emperor's Primordial Bell.

Not only did it nearly paralyze itself, but the runes on the surface of the bell also became dim and blurred, almost disappearing.

The disappearance of the runes means that the bell's many supernatural abilities will be temporarily unavailable.

It can only be repaired slowly by relying on its own vital energy.

However, Jiang Mu found it a little strange that he vaguely remembered that before he lost consciousness, the runes on the bell did not seem to be so blurry, and the bell also seemed to be a little heavier.

Jiang Mu didn't think too much about it, assuming it was due to overstimulation and that it should recover after some time of gentle care.

Even when I'm trying to sleep at night, I can always faintly hear the sound of opera singing, still melodious and lingering.

Jiang Mu guessed that he might have gotten used to hearing it in the prison cell, and the backlash from the bell had damaged his soul, which caused him to hallucinate.

He can't let that actress get attached to him, can he?

Inside the room, Shi Yuhua was sitting at a wooden table by the window.

The lazy sunlight streamed through the windowpane, gently bathing me and outlining my serene profile.

The woman held a talisman brush in her slender hand, drawing patterns on the yellow talisman paper with a focused expression.

A strand of jet-black hair slipped from her temple, gently swaying in the breeze flowing through the window, adding a touch of graceful beauty.

For the past two days, Shi Yuyuan has been taking meticulous care of Jiangmu.

Boiling medicinal soups, cooking meals, wiping the body, copying talismans...

She practically became his personal nanny.

After Shi Yuhuan finished drawing a talisman, he took it to the bedside for the other person to check.

This time she drew the Runyu Talisman, which was much easier than the Golden Light Protective Talisman she had drawn before. Once she was skilled, she could draw one in about half a cup of tea's time.

He had promised that the eight-foot-tall lady would deliver the goods within three days, but this was delayed because Jiang Mu was imprisoned.

Fortunately, Madam Yan personally came to explain the situation, and the other party was understanding and did not blame her.

"Hmm, very good, Yuju-nee, you're really amazing."

Jiang Mu praised.

Upon hearing this, Shi Yuhua blushed slightly, and her eyes sparkled with the joy of being recognized.

She returned to her table and continued drawing the next picture.

Looking at the woman's slender figure, Jiang Mu sighed inwardly, "It's a pity that Sister Yuru isn't in the Xuanming World, otherwise, with her talent, she could have achieved something in the Dao of Talismans."

At that moment, the bell trembled again.

"What's wrong with Senior Sister's magic weapon? It feels like it's about to become sentient..."

Jiang Mu was puzzled. He picked up the bell and examined it repeatedly, but found nothing unusual, so he put it back.

"Speaking of which, today is another day of death."

Jiang Mu gazed at the sky outside the window and murmured, "I wonder if my little darling will fall victim to my wife's cruelty?"

“The hour of Wei (1-3 PM) corresponds to the Dun hexagram.”

"So, someone will be buried alive soon."

"According to the instructions that my wife once placed on the Cursed Butterfly, I will be able to sense it after killing the sixth person."

"This is the fifth one today, one more to go."

"hurry up."

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Yuxianglou.

As the sun began to set, the air inside the building was filled with the faint sounds of music and laughter.

Young Master He, drunk, was supported by two servants on either side as he staggered out of the building.

"Pah! What a 'top courtesan'... Her service skills are terribly bad, not even as good as the bitch in my backyard! What a waste of all that money I spent..."

Young Master He swore and cursed.

The madam chased after him with a forced smile, apologizing profusely.
"Young Master He, please calm down, please calm down. The young lady is young and ignorant, please be magnanimous..."

"roll!"

Young Master He kicked the madam, sending her sprawling to the ground. Without even glancing at her, he staggered toward the carriage parked by the roadside, supported by his servants.

Just as I reached the car, a ragged old beggar approached, kowtowing repeatedly: "Please, kind sir, give me some food! My little grandson is starving..."

"Damn it, what bad luck!"

Already fuming, Young Master He kicked the old beggar away, yelling, "You stinking beggar, get the hell out of my way!"

The old beggar fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

In the corner, a little beggar trembled with fear.

Just as he was about to board the car, the young master He, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, caught a glimpse of the little beggar's terrified expression and inexplicably felt a wicked interest.

He chuckled strangely, pushed aside the servant, staggered over, and said:

"Didn't you want some food? Here's some hot food for you..."

He loosened his belt and, disregarding the stares of passersby, began to urinate on the little beggar, drawing mocking laughter from his wicked servants.

The little beggar was so frightened that he burst into tears.

Seeing this, the old beggar tried to rush over, but was trampled to the ground by the wicked servants and could only beg for mercy helplessly.

"Hahahaha... That's great, that's more like it!"

Young Master He fastened his belt, climbed contentedly into the carriage, and shouted, "I'm not going home yet, I'm going to visit Brother Yang's grave. Damn it, he's gone just like that..."

The servant hurriedly said, "Young master, it's not safe lately, perhaps..."

"Unsafe my ass! I've learned martial arts, who the hell is so blind as to mess with me?"

The servant, having been scolded, dared not disobey his drunken master and had no choice but to turn his horse around.

Arriving at Young Master Yang's grave, Young Master He grabbed a wine jar and began chugging down his liquor, weeping and cursing all at once.

"Brother Yang, you died a terrible death!"

"Which damned bastard hurt you? I'll definitely avenge you..."

"Brother Yang..."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, stepping onto the soft, fresh soil of the grave and waving his arms:

"We promised to share the good times and the bad. In the next life...in the next life we'll still be brothers!"

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened.

The soil beneath his feet suddenly became incredibly soft, like quicksand.

Young Master He's feet sank into the ground instantly.

When he came to his senses, he was horrified to find that half of his body had already sunk in!
Young Master He sobered up considerably in an instant.

"Pull me up!"

"Pull me up quickly!!"

He struggled frantically, frantically digging at the surrounding dirt with his hands.

The servants were terrified and rushed forward, grabbing his arms in a flurry.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't pull it up.

Young Master He became increasingly entangled.

"save--"

The last cries for help came to an abrupt end.

Under the horrified gazes of the servants, Young Master He was completely engulfed.

The soil on the grave mound twitched slightly before returning to normal.

A cold wind swept through the cemetery, swirling up a few withered leaves that landed on the grave mounds.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

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[Author's Note: This is the last case to describe the process of death. I will gloss over the other victims to try to keep the pace going. This case will be over in a few more chapters.]

Harem novels with a detective theme tend to be slow-paced and require a lot of setup. I also really like to create plot twists, and with the new book release period, I can't update as much as I want, which greatly affects the reading experience. I can only try to speed up the pace as much as possible.

Including ambiguous interactions with the female lead, we'll cut some of that out for now and write it later, otherwise it'll drag on too much.

It's estimated to be available for purchase by the end of the month, and it's probably the worst-performing book I've ever released. However, considering the current traffic, it's actually not bad. So don't worry, it will definitely be finished successfully.

(End of this chapter)