Wife is hell

Chapter 67 My wife's hand should be back soon.
The raging fire, like a golden lotus suddenly blooming, tightly enveloped and devoured Wu.

Apart from Jiang Mu and a few others, everyone present was stunned by this horrifying scene.

Wu let out a shrill scream and rolled and struggled wildly on the ground.

From a distance, it looks like a piece of charred human-shaped wood thrown into a furnace of purgatory.

"Son!"

Madam Wu's eyes were bloodshot, and she tried to rush forward, but was held back tightly by the servants who had reacted.

"Quick! Put out the fire!!"

Mo Kunhai seemed to wake from a dream and roared loudly.

The surrounding officials hurriedly went to find a water bucket.

After finally managing to extinguish the fire, the person was reduced to a charred corpse, completely dead.

Everyone looked at each other.

Shi Xueying covered her mouth, her pretty face turning pale.

This was the first time she had ever witnessed a living person die in this way.

The girl subconsciously looked at Jiang Mu.

The latter, however, remained indifferent.

Isn't he afraid?

For some reason, the girl felt that the boy who used to follow her around was becoming more and more unfamiliar.

"Son!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Wu's eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Mo Kunhai stood frozen before the charred corpse, motionless for a long time, then abruptly turned around, strode up to Tang Jinxian, and stared directly at the woman:

"Chief Tang, was this part of your plan?"

Tang Jinxian looked confused and innocent.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, but... I'm actually quite happy to see an animal die."

"Good, good, good!"

Mo Kunhai said "good" three times and gave Tang Jinxian a thumbs up.
"Back in the capital, everyone said you were 'all beauty and no substance, unfit for any great task.' But in my opinion, you, Chief Tang, possess great ambitions, and I, Mo Kunhai… admire you!"

After saying that, the man turned and left with a livid face.

Tang Jinxian watched him leave indifferently, then turned to Yu Zhengqing beside her and asked, "Chief Yu, in your opinion, is there any connection between Wu's death and the spiritual disaster case you are investigating?"

"Based on the date and time of death, he should be the seventh victim."

Yu Zhengqing said.

Tang Jinxian seemed to understand something. "So, the murderer is nearby."

Yu Zhengqing said, "When the strange fire ignited on Wu's body, I arranged for personnel to patrol and control the surrounding area."

Just then, Huang Kezi rushed over.

"Sir, we've found the murderer, but she got away! Damn it! It seems she anticipated our arrival. Master Chang and the others are searching right now!"

"Is it a man or a woman?" Yu Zhengqing asked.

"female!"

Huang Kezi said excitedly, "My lord, it's probably Huang Xiang'er! She didn't die at all! Her father-in-law and daughter perished when the boat capsized that day, and she must have survived by chance and come back to take revenge."

Yu Zhengqing turned to Tang Jinxian, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and asked for her instructions:
"Your Excellency, I suggest that you immediately order a city-wide search and mobilize all the county yamen runners to assist in the investigation. We must capture this person!"

"Since you are now fully in charge of this case, you can make all the decisions. However..."

Tang Jinxian moved her pink lips, but said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Huang Kezi looked at Wu's charred corpse and asked curiously:
"Sir, did Chief Tang know all along that Wu would be burned to death today? Is that why he agreed to the handover?"

Yu Zhengqing did not answer, but looked thoughtfully at Jiang Mu leaving in the crowd.

-

In the study room.

Tang Jinxian's beautiful eyes scanned the man flipping through the case file, and she asked, "Have you already guessed that the murderer is Huang Xiang'er?"

"Sometimes, the fact that no body was found already says something."

Jiang Mu smiled.

Tang Jinxian couldn't help but exclaim, "This woman is truly insane!"

“She wanted to live a good life too, but others wouldn’t give her the chance.” Jiang Mu put down the case file and said in a deep voice:

"And I'm willing to bet that everything will be over in three days, and Huang Xiang'er will definitely turn herself in."

"It will end in three days?"

Tang Jinxian looked puzzled. "Including Wu, there are twelve murderers on the list. Does that mean Huang Xiang'er only killed eight people?"

"No, the remaining five people... will all die in three days!"

Jiang Mu's expression was resolute.

He couldn't explain the principle behind the Cursed Butterfly to the other party.

The last time he sensed his wife's hand, he foresaw the murderer's life slipping away like sand through an hourglass.

Clearly, the other party is using their life to activate the vengeful power of the Cursed Butterfly.

She killed five people in one day, then turned herself in, so as not to implicate those who were secretly helping her.

This is the perfect result.

Tang Jinxian asked, "What about the spirit item? Will Huang Xiang'er hand it over voluntarily?"

"I don't know, it all depends on whether you can successfully detain him." Jiang Mu shrugged, secretly complaining to himself.

Detain him my foot.

I, the little bird, am following behind.

Jiang Mu would not allow his wife's hands to be sent for purification.

-

With so many people dying in succession, the survivors and their families on the pleasure boat that day were already terrified.

For them, every passing moment was like a slow, agonizing torture.

The families of these spoiled brats flocked to the police station, crying, shouting, and pleading, hoping that Huang Xiang'er, that vengeful ghost, could be captured as soon as possible and that their children could be spared.

Some people tried to send their children out of Yancheng to avoid the trouble.

But when they learned that such curses and killings, driven by spirits, often disregard geographical boundaries and that even fleeing to the ends of the earth would not save them, their last shred of hope shattered completely.

Left with no other choice, they had to spend a lot of money to hire highly skilled cultivators or martial artists to provide close protection.

At the same time, almost all the forces of the patrol office and the county government were mobilized to conduct a thorough and meticulous search of Yancheng, leaving no stone unturned.

But Huang Xiang'er seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Not a trace of it could be found.

In this atmosphere of despair and tension, three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Most people thought that another person would die today.

Few realized that this long-running prelude to death was about to reach its final, bloody conclusion.

……

As midnight approached, all was quiet.

Inside the room, a solitary lamp cast a dim, yellowish light.

Jiang Mu sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands naturally resting on his knees, his fingertips slightly loose, and his palms facing the sky.

Beside the bed lay a revised booklet.

After several days of hard work, Jiang Mu re-selected, categorized and combined the words and phrases in the "Xuan Yang Jing", and successfully revised and completed the first volume of the "Wushan Miaohua Jindan Jing".

At this moment, he was immersed in his long-lost cultivation.

A tiny spark of warmth gathers in the dantian, like a faint starlight, and slowly rises along the Du meridian, passing the coccyx, piercing the spine, breaking through the occipital bone, and converging at the Baihui point...

With each breath, impurities are continuously inhaled and enter the body.

If someone were to put their ear to Jiang Mu's body, they could hear the flow of qi and blood within him, like a gentle stream.

After a long while, Jiang Mu opened his eyes.

"Although the 'qi' of this world is very mixed to me, it is very useful for tempering the physical body."

Jiang Mu closed the booklet, stretched his limbs, got out of bed, and washed his face.

He looked up and out the window.

A faint crescent moon was shrouded in thin clouds, casting a hazy and intoxicating glow.

"It's midnight, and everything... is finally coming to an end."

"My wife's hands should be back by now."

(End of this chapter)