Wife is hell

Chapter 72: Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots!

Jiang Mu's intuition told him that the woman was not lying.

In other words, like him, she had experienced some kind of upheaval and lost a large amount of her memory.

Why are you in prison?

Jiang Mu asked again.

The woman in green lazily extended two slender fingers and tapped them lightly on the table as if walking, her tone nonchalant:

"I don't remember. I was floating in the sky, about to be completely destroyed, when I suddenly sensed that the place was filled with extremely heavy yin energy, so I went in to nourish my soul, but who knew... I got trapped."

At this point, the woman in green flashed into view.

She lay on the table like a cat, stretching her waist, her clothes slightly open, revealing a touch of alluring beauty.

She rested her chin on her hands, leaned forward, and came within inches of Jiang Mu, her bright, beautiful eyes staring straight at him, her long eyelashes fluttering gently.
"Young master, could you help my sister cultivate her true form?"

"How do you practice?"

"Refine however you want~~" The woman in green gave him a flirtatious wink.

"The kind of cultivation you're talking about must be very harmful to your health, right?"

"Cuckoo..."

The woman in green laughed so hard her body trembled slightly. She raised a delicate, jade-like finger and lightly touched his lips.

"Young man, you're quite interesting~~ What a pity... I have absolutely no interest in romance."

She said this, but her eyes kept darting back and forth over the man.

In particular, Jiang Mu had taken off his shirt for convenience during his previous cultivation, and now his upper body was clearly defined and quite refined.

When the woman's eyes swept over the man's firm waistline, she deliberately lingered on his lower back.

What a goblin!
Jiang Mu, not wanting to beat around the bush, said indifferently:
"If you want me to refine you into a Yin Pill or something, I can give it a try. You're considered a relatively high-grade medicinal residue."

"I don't want to be some kind of dregs of medicine."

The woman in green regained her serious tone.
"I only have a vague idea of ​​how to cultivate a true body, and I can't explain it clearly right now. I just want to ask, if I sense anything in the future, could you help me, young master?"

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Jiang Mu's tone was indifferent.

"What does this young master want from me? If it's a physical reward... I'm truly powerless to help you."

The woman in green had a voice that was both gentle and captivating.

Like a silkworm spinning silk, it gently and tenderly entwines the heart.

She moved swiftly, pressing herself against Jiang Mu's side. "Don't be fooled by the fact that I can touch you. There's no way we can consummate our marriage. Don't believe me? Feel it."

Ghosts cannot consummate their marriages?
Ning Caichen expressed his dissatisfaction.

Jiang Mu raised his hand and delivered a "monkey picking peaches" stunt—but ended up picking nothing.

"I don't like that kind of food either."

Jiang Mu withdrew his hand from the illusory image, shook his head seriously, and then asked curiously, "Besides singing, what else can you do? Like magic? Killing people?"

"will not."

"Can you fly?"

"Well..."

Qingyi tilted her head and floated into the air again, her skirt swaying gently like ripples on water. "Does floating count? Anyway, I can't fly too high, at most I can just go up to a roof."

Jiang Mu watched her drift and sway, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind: "Then can you carry me and fly? Uh, floating is fine too."

"No, my sister doesn't have that ability." Qingyi shook her head.

"Pure waste."

Jiang Mu muttered to himself.

It seems that the female ghost captured by the senior sister's magic weapon is good for nothing except singing opera.

It has to be my wife's hands; they're the most fun to play with.

But then again, the blue-clad woman can provide visual enjoyment, and the daughter-in-law's severed hand can provide physical comfort... It seems quite fitting.

"Just because my sister doesn't have any skills now doesn't mean she won't have any skills in the future."

A woman in green robes floated to the beam, dangling her small, jade-white feet, and said with a grin:

"Besides, I can chat with you in my spare time to relieve your boredom. If you encounter any wandering ghosts, I can even catch a few for you and make a house full of ghost maids."

Jiang Mu suddenly remembered something:
"Before I went to jail, there was this fat idiot who went in too. He seemed to be able to hear your voice, right?"

"That's right, but he can't see me."

Qing Yi said.

He could only hear it, but couldn't see it... Jiang Mu murmured, "That kid Shi Tou is quite interesting."

"Huh? My soul seems a bit unstable."

Qingyi noticed that the soul seemed to be disintegrating, and her expression changed.

Jiang Mu said, "That's normal. Once you're taken into this bell, your soul is bound to it. If it doesn't receive nourishment, it will dissipate. Of course, even after it dissipates, it will still be taken into the bell for protection and won't be completely destroyed."

The woman in green's beautiful eyes lit up: "According to you, as long as my soul remains inside this bell, I can live forever?"

"Theoretically, that should be the case."

Jiang Mu said, "After all, I'm not its owner, so there are some things I'm not clear about."

"If one could live forever, hiding inside wouldn't be so bad."

The woman in green smiled gently, "Young master, let your older sister accompany you from now on."

After saying that, the woman disappeared.

The bell flashed a faint light, trembled slightly, and then returned to stillness.

Jiang Mu picked up the bell and murmured:

"What is the origin of this female ghost? Logically speaking, my senior sister's natal magic weapon should not randomly and actively absorb souls. It seems that... this woman in green is not simple."

And just as she said, this would be a powerful weapon against ghosts and the like.

Never mind, I'll just wash up and go to bed first.

At least there's someone singing to relieve boredom.

and many more!

I still have things to do tonight.

Jiang Mu's eyes sharpened. He dressed, picked up the bell, and whistled at the severed hand on the bed.

"Wife, go kill someone for me."

-

The next day, it was just dawn.

Wu family.

The courtyard was shrouded in a cold and desolate silence.

White lanterns hung outside the courtyard gate, swaying gently in the wind, conveying the desolation of a funeral that had taken place.

The old servant finished sweeping the yard as usual and came to the hall, but did not see the lady.

She assumed that the lady had been working hard for days and was exhausted, so she hadn't gotten out of bed yet and didn't pay any attention.

Especially after Wu's death, the lady's mental state became increasingly unstable.

At first, he wanted to commit suicide, and later he started shouting about revenge. He would sometimes go crazy and smash things, even throwing things at his neighbors' houses. Even the neighbors couldn't stand it.

Breakfast was ready, but the lady still hadn't appeared.

The old servant sensed something was wrong, so he went to the main house and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

Her heart tightened, and she forcefully pushed the door open.

A corpse was hanging from the beam; it was Madam Wu!

The lady could not bear the blow and hanged herself.

-

As dawn breaks, birdsong fills the air outside the window.

Jiang Mu woke up from a light sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw that Qingyi was sleeping beside him.

The woman clasped her hands together, resting them on one side of her head, her clothes slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her fair shoulders.

A few strands of her dark hair cascaded over her fragrant shoulders, exuding an indescribable charm and allure.

Jiang Mu reached out to touch it, but it passed right through him like a phantom.

Yes, this fairy did it on purpose.

Jiang Mu got up and went to the window. Looking at the gradually brightening sky, he muttered to himself, "There shouldn't be any future troubles."

He didn't think his revenge had gone too far.

Don't underestimate the madness of a mother seeking revenge for her child, especially a mother who is already mentally ill.

It's never wrong to nip any threat in the bud.

　Thanks to book friend 20251001205306977 for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)