Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

Nanchun couldn't help but glare at him and thought: What do you have to say to me? Are you trying to get me out of the way?

"It's better to mind your own business." Bai Xun said.

His expression was always cold, and now his frown made him look even more unkind.

Nanchun was furious. Aren't so many people, including Baixun, just joining in the fun? Why was he the only one being singled out for criticism?

"You too! Mind your own business! You're just watching a fun scene and you want to get involved? The old men and women chatting at the village entrance are not as busy as you, Second Young Master Bai!"

Bai Xun was speechless for a moment when he saw his angry red face and wide-open eyes.

Nanchun was very proud to see Bai Xun looking dumbfounded. She even made a face at him before running away.

Ah Fu, who was waiting eagerly at the door of the old house, saw his young master standing motionless not far from the old house and hurriedly called out, "Second Young Master, the old lady is looking for you!"

Bai Xun came back to his senses, curled the corners of his lips, and walked towards the old house.

After returning home, Nanchun thought about it carefully.

He remembered that the same strange thing happened in his previous life.

Because the murderer had never been found, rumors began to spread that the sheep of Bai Datou's family had been killed by an evil spirit. The rumor grew more and more bizarre, causing panic in the village.

Nanchun doesn't believe in those weird and supernatural things.

After his grandfather passed away, he took it upon himself to shoulder the burden of supporting the family. He was busy hunting in the mountains all day to find mountain products to supplement the family income, and had no time to take care of those trivial matters.

He only knew that the matter was not over yet. Butler Bai and his men found a dead body in the mountains.

It is said that he is a murderer who escaped from prison.

Because he went to join in the fun, Nanchun only had time to go to the back mountain in the afternoon to check the trap he had set.

The snow had fallen, making the mountain roads difficult to navigate, so few people ventured up the mountain. But strangely, there were quite a few footprints along the way. Nanchun, preoccupied with his prey, didn't think much about it and simply walked forward.

As they approached the trap, a strong smell of blood filled the air. Nanchun's face lit up with joy, thinking: I must have caught something good.

Unexpectedly, when he hurried to the place where the trap was set, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Only half of the torn deer leg was left in the trap, and the blood was dripping on the snow. It looked like a crime scene and was extremely creepy.

"Could it be that a wild animal got there first?" He tiptoed over and found human footprints on the snow next to the trap. The person was barefoot.

The bloody footprints were large and deep, and it looked like they belonged to a strong adult man.

Next to the bloody footprints lay a dead deer, its neck and three remaining legs broken, and there were bite marks on its neck.

Nanchun frowned. This way of death was exactly the same as the way the sheep in Bai Datou's family died.

He looked closely at the dead deer. The blood on its neck had dried, and the fur around the wound was flattened. It was as if the deer had been caught, bitten on the neck, and hadn't let go...

"It's really strange. Instead of eating the prey, they bite it, and specifically the neck. What's the logic behind this?"

Just as he was wondering, some sounds suddenly came from a distance.

Nanchun hurriedly hid behind the bushes and looked towards the direction where the sound came from. It was the butler Baishan, accompanied by several unfamiliar faces.

Why is there such a big fuss coming into the mountains?

No way!

Could it be that the murderer who escaped from the prison is in this area?

Nanchun's heart skipped a beat and he thought: It's better to have less trouble than more.

The snow around the trap was very uneven, probably from the deer's struggle when it was caught. This made it easier for him to cover his tracks.

He rubbed his feet against the snow, covering up all nearby footprints. Then he followed the path he had just taken up the mountain, stepping on the footprints of others, and left quietly.

"You went up the mountain?"

As soon as Nanchun arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw Bai Xun, who was panting as if he had run a long way.

"Hmm..." Nanchun looked a little unnatural.

Bai Xun walked up to him, grabbed his wrist and walked quickly forward.

"What are you doing?" Nanchun struggled reluctantly but failed to break free.

Bai Xun brought the man to Nanchun's house before letting go, with a hint of worry between his brows.

"Don't tell anyone what you saw on the mountain. No, don't tell anyone that you went up the mountain. Got it?"

Nanchun pursed his lips and said, "That man... he tortures his prey but doesn't eat the meat, he just bites the neck. Is he a blood sucker?"

Bai Xun stepped forward and covered his mouth.

"You didn't go up the mountain today, you didn't see anything, you don't know anything."

Nanchun took his hand away and frowned, saying, "I just don't know anything! And I don't want to know anything either.

I went up the mountain to collect prey, not to join in the fun and meddle in other people's business! And I didn't see him at all, I only saw his footprints and the prey he sucked blood from and threw away. Who is he?"

Bai Xun sighed and whispered, "I only heard from my grandfather that a murderer escaped from the prison and might have wandered here. He's mentally ill and can go crazy, so he tortures his prey like that. After all, this is a matter involving the government. The more you know, the more dangerous you are."

Nanchun lowered her eyes and nodded reluctantly: "I understand."

Bai Xun looked at him and suddenly asked, "Didn't your grandfather arrange a marriage for you before he passed away? Has the date been set?"

"Doesn't it have anything to do with you? Why are you asking again?" Nan Chun said unhappily.

Bai Xun pursed his lips and said nothing.

Nan Chun curled her lips and said, "I didn't agree."

"Why don't you agree? Don't you like her?"

Nanchun frowned and said, "As long as the girl doesn't despise me, I have no right to be picky. I don't agree because I can't even support myself now, how can I support a wife? Besides, how could she possibly be interested in me? You know my reputation in the village."

Bai Xun looked at him, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally took off his sheepskin gloves for warming his hands and stuffed them into his arms.

"My hands are frozen red."

After he said that, he turned and left.

Nanchun returned home and was worried all night.

What if the murderer was hiding in the dark and saw him in the woods, thinking that he had discovered his secret and was waiting for an opportunity near his home? His home was so close to the back mountain and there were no other houses around.

What if Butler Bai found out that he had been there, would he get into unnecessary trouble?

He slapped his face hard, forced himself to calm down, and carefully recalled what happened in his previous life.

In his previous life, he had entered the mountain early in the morning, his prey still intact and not yet fully dead. He wanted to sell it while it was fresh for a good price, so he dragged it down the mountain without delay. Therefore, he had no idea of ​​the murderer's existence.

However, the next day the butler came and said that the murderer had fled to the vicinity, and he specifically told the mother and daughter to be careful.

There seems to be nothing else.

"Alas, if I had known this would happen, I should have taken more care of other people's business in my previous life, so I wouldn't be left alone worrying like I am now."