Wife is hell

Chapter 69 Wife, let's go home!
The patrol office, inside the prison.

Huang Xiang'er lay quietly on the damp, cold straw mat, like a stranded, dying fish, her breath faint.

Outside the prison gate, four guards on duty stood watch attentively.

Just then, a dark figure appeared like a ghost in the shadows of the cell corridor.

It was a man wearing a large cloak and a mask.

Before the four guards could react, the cloaked man vanished in a flash.

With a few muffled thuds, the four guards collapsed to the ground, unconscious, before they could even shout.

The cloaked man waved his hand gently.

A burst of energy shattered the chains on the prison door.

He walked into the cell.

The boots made a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the hay.

Huang Xiang'er opened her heavy eyelids, saw who it was, and managed a weak smile on her pale face:

"I'm sorry, I originally planned to turn myself in, but I'm too weak to do it. But it's fine this way, at least... it gives you some merit."

"You didn't follow the plan."

"Sorry……"

The cloaked man silently knelt down and placed his hands on the other person.

As a gentle breath slowly entered, an unusual flush appeared on Huang Xiang'er's face, but this was merely a final burst of energy before her life was over.

“My life won’t last much longer, and I’m about to lose control of the spirits, so I have to change my plans.”

Huang Xiang'er said apologetically.

The cloaked man withdrew his hand, his voice low and deep:

"So it seems that the spirit did not come to you on its own initiative, but was forcibly merged into you by someone."

Huang Xiang'er nodded gently:
"That's right. If an unpurified spiritual object is forcibly fused with another, it will continuously devour the host's life essence. I lied to you before."

"I should have guessed it sooner."

The cloaked man's tone betrayed no extra emotion, "Who exactly gave you the spiritual item?"

Huang Xiang'er's smile was sorrowful:
"I can't tell you, I can only say that the person is just like you, a good person, willing to help me when I was in my most difficult time."

The cloaked man paused for a moment, then bent down and swept the woman into his arms.

“I’m not a good person, and I’m just using you. But everything has a beginning and an end. Since I’ve chosen to get involved, I’ll help you complete this final leg of your revenge.”

"Will this cause you any trouble?"

"will not."

-

The innermost cell of the prison.

The last survivor, Wang Haiqiu, paced restlessly in his cramped cell, cursing under his breath.

Upon learning that Huang Xiang'er had been arrested, he was so regretful that he pounded on the wall.

It wasn't that he regretted causing the death of the other family, but rather that he regretted not holding on a little longer and instead acting like a fool by turning himself in.

"It's okay, it's okay, my parents will definitely spend money to pull some strings and let me leave."

"Anyway, the murderer has already been caught."

"I'll only stay here for a few more days at most."

"Damn it, that bitch really ruined me! Why didn't we drown together back then!"

Wang Haiqiu kept cursing and swearing.

Just then, he suddenly heard several muffled thuds of heavy objects falling to the ground coming from the passageway outside the cell.

Wang Haiqiu was taken aback and listened intently.

The next moment, his eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

But then, Huang Xiang'er, covered in blood, appeared outside the prison cell.

Holding a bunch of keys in one hand, she opened the cell door, and with a short knife in the other, she slowly approached the terrified Wang Haiqiu, step by step.

"You...you're not..."

Wang Haiqiu's legs trembled, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Seeing the woman approach him, he let out a strange cry and prepared to run away, but his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

"My daughter... is five years old... just turned five..."

Huang Xiang'er raised her knife, revealing a poignant and cruel smile to the terrified Wang Haiqiu, "You truly deserve to die!"

"Spare...spare my life..."

The smell of urine emanated from Wang Haiqiu's crotch, which terrified him so much that tears streamed down his face.

Swish!
The blade flashed.

Wang Haiqiu let out a piercing scream.

Huang Xiang'er raised her knife again, slashing wildly, one slash after another.

Until the man fell completely silent, she chopped off his twisted head. Finally exhausted, she collapsed beside the pool of blood and body parts, panting heavily.

The cloaked man in black walked up to her and asked, "Any last words?"

"if you can,"

The light in Huang Xiang'er's eyes was fading little by little, and she murmured, "Please bury our family together."

"Okay." The cloaked man in black nodded.

"Thank you."

Huang Xiang'er slowly closed her eyes, her breath ceasing completely.

-

The cloaked man in black returned to the house, removed his mask, took off his cloak, and placed it in a wooden box.

He sat in the chair, gazing at the gradually brightening sky outside the door, his eyes somewhat vacant.

"this world……"

After a long while, he got up and walked into the courtyard.

As he turned the corner of the corridor, he paused slightly.

He saw Jiang Mu.

The other person was leaning against a tree trunk, arms crossed over their chest, kicking pebbles at their feet with a bored expression.

Jiang Mu was clearly waiting for him.

The man walked over and asked, "When did you find it?"

"I had my suspicions when you framed me and sent me to jail. After analyzing the situation from an outsider's perspective, I became certain it was you."

Why not tell someone else?

“They won’t believe me. Uh, I’m also afraid of being silenced,” Jiang Mu joked.

"Feel sorry."

"I don't need to apologize. Actually, I also want to help that woman get revenge. Of course, it would be best if you could give me some compensation."

"can."

The man nodded.

Jiang Mu looked up at the sky, which was cut by branches and leaves:

"Actually, there are many things I don't understand, or I can understand them but just don't comprehend them."

"You'll understand once you've spent more time here."

The man reached out and gently picked up a fallen, withered leaf between his fingertips. He examined it for a moment, then let it drift to the ground. "Interested in patrolling the yamen?"

"Even if they come, I'll only cling to Chief Tang's leg."

Jiang Mu joked.

The man's lips curled into a smile, a smile that was neither mocking nor admonishing: "She's no good. She's not suited for this kind of place. She'll go back to the capital sooner or later."

"not necessarily."

Jiang Mu shrugged. "With me around, maybe things will work out?"

The man sighed, "It seems we're destined to be on opposite sides."

"That's not necessarily the case."

"not necessarily?"

"Yes, because I'm not that honest."

Jiang Mu said with a smile, "I like to be a weather vane, I bend whichever way the wind blows."

The man was taken aback, then laughed.

He suddenly asked, "Mu Jiang, what do you think a spiritual disaster is?"

Jiang Mu shook his head: "I don't know."

The man looked at him meaningfully: "I've met your brother before. Your brother said... a spiritual disaster is hope."

hope?

Just then, the furious shouts of Huang Kezi and his group could be heard from afar.

Upon seeing the man, Huang Kezi quickly stepped forward, his face grim, and said, "Sir, the spirit item hasn't been found. Also, Wang Haiqiu was killed by Xiang'er. This means there's a traitor within our patrol office!"

Yu Zhengqing patted him on the shoulder: "You've worked hard, it's all over now."

After that, he turned around and left.

End?

Huang Kezi was a little confused, and quickly chased after him:

"Sir, you must believe me. I suggest we conduct an internal investigation; there's definitely a mole among us!"

"Sir, are you even listening to me?"

"I'm not kidding, it's either that kid Zhang Huan or that bastard Chang Liang..."

"grown ups……"

Watching Yu Zhengqing's figure disappear into the distance, Jiang Mu gazed at the swirling fallen leaves and murmured to himself:

"Life is not just about the present hardships, but also about poems that we cannot understand and distant places that we cannot reach."

"It makes sense."

Jiang Mu shook his head and scattered the handful of fallen leaves he was holding.

"Wife, let's go home."

The falling leaves fluttered and danced, like a shower of yellow paper.

A pair of slender, delicate hands appeared out of thin air, crawled into his clothes, and gently touched the man's heart.

(End of this chapter)