Chapter 588

Crazy Ghost God: "..." The perverts in front are one thing, but what the hell are "Shameless Old Man" and "Perverted Old Man"?

Who's getting old?

Oh, what a hypocrite!

The fact that he's old is the hypocrite's fault, not his; he's innocent.

However, He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Little bride, haven't you heard of an older man marrying a younger woman? Be good, your husband will cherish you."

Wen Xin: "…………"

She was so embarrassed that she stomped on his foot, saying, "You shameless bastard."

The madman let out an exaggerated hiss, as if he were in great pain.

Wen Xin frowned slightly, knowing full well that He was faking it, but she still couldn't help feeling soft-hearted and distressed. "I didn't use much strength at all."

"But I'm in pain, my heart is aching, little bride, you have to take responsibility."

"..."

Seeing that his little bride was about to explode, he quickly soothed her and said in a serious tone, "After sunset, the time of encountering demons begins. The yin energy gradually becomes stronger, and my power sometimes goes out of control, turning me into a monster that is neither god nor ghost."

"He is concerned about his image and doesn't want you to see his ugly side. That's why I often come out at night, and he doesn't want you to have much contact with me."

The last sentence was truly meaningful; that crazy personality really knew how to seize every opportunity to sow discord between the main personality and the subconscious one.

If you say it once, the young bride will defend the hypocrite; if you say it twice, the young bride may not take it seriously; but what if you say it three, four, or five times?

Perhaps it cannot prevent the young bride from trusting or liking the hypocrite, but she will not believe everything he says, nor will she distance herself from him for his sake.

On the contrary, it will make him stand out more and more in her heart.

He was soaring with elation as he criticized ghosts and gods, singing praises to his own wisdom.

The demons and gods whose corruption level keeps rising: "..."

Little Jin, who was quietly cooking plain porridge: "..."

This male supporting character's alternate personality needs more than just one bowl of plain porridge; he needs several.

Wen Xin, oblivious to the madman's sinister intentions, asked with a somewhat complicated expression, "And you? Don't you care about looking like this?"

"Of course I care. How could I not care? If I could, I would want to be perfect in front of you."

The madman seemed somewhat bitter and helpless, "But even when He was the supreme deity among humans, He couldn't be perfect, let alone..."

He hugged her tighter. "I don't want to lie to you. We are husband and wife, the closest people in the world. I want you to see me as I am, and to be honest with you."

A ripple of emotion welled up in Wen Xin's eyes, and her heart pounded rapidly.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved.

"you……"

She tugged at her fingers, mustered her courage, and looked up at Him. Their eyes met, and His face was so close. Those strange lines should have been ugly, but for some reason, they had a wild beauty on His face.

Perhaps beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

The girl blushed slightly and couldn't help but reach out to touch the black lines.

The patterns looked terrifying, but they were completely harmless under her fingertips; in fact, she could feel the joy they conveyed to her.

This allowed her to completely overcome her instinctive fear, and she asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

The madman, with a lingering smile in his eyes, chuckled and said, "If you just blow on it, the pain will go away."

Wen Xin couldn't help but glare at him, "When can you be serious for once?"

He was completely innocent; he was always serious, okay?

Yeah, I'm most serious when I want to do * with her.

Of course, that crazy guy wouldn't dare say that; if he did, the little bride would sweep him out with a broom.

With a warm and soft body in his arms, he wasn't the foolish main personality who enjoyed loneliness and solitude in the long night.

It was only then that Wen Xin realized that she had been held in His arms and sitting on the Luohan bed without her noticing... She was sitting in His lap.

The terrifying black mist surrounding Him did not harm her; instead, it nuzzled her skirt affectionately, like a fierce beast trying to charm her and pat her back.

I was actually quite charmed by it.

Wen Xin subconsciously bit her lip, feeling that this development was a bit strange.

Does it seem like I'm jumping into a pit?

The madman wouldn't give the young bride time to react, subtly changing the subject, "Those two ignorant fools who offended you in the front yard today, I took care of them for you?"

Night falls, the ghosts of the ancient mansion awaken, and the revelry begins.

If the young bride nods, none of those outsiders will survive tonight.

Especially Fang Xingyan and Shang Ruru...

Wen Xin was indeed led astray by Him, failing to grasp the strange thought that flashed through her mind. "Huh?"

"The foolish descendants of the merchants and the Fang family."

Aside from the young bride, the madman who was incredibly sarcastic to everyone sneered repeatedly, "Truly, each generation is worse than the last, each generation is more foolish than the last. The four great families should have been destroyed long ago. They have no value in living except to be an eyesore."

Meeting the young bride's gaze, He immediately said, "Young bride, don't misunderstand. The descendants of the four great families I mentioned did not include you. How could they compare to you?"

Wen Xin: "...I didn't take it personally either."

Suddenly, something occurred to her. "Wait a minute, do I have connections with the four great families?"

The madman was no different from her shock, and simply said truthfully, "You are a descendant of the Shang family."

Wen Xin's pupils dilated in shock; she couldn't believe it at all.

She pointed to herself with difficulty, "Me?"

"But wasn't I an orphan adopted by the Shang family?"

How did she become a descendant of the Shang family?

If it weren't for the fact that her soul still retained some memories of her biological parents, she would have doubted whether she was the merchant's illegitimate daughter.

The shop owner treated her like a father from childhood, but he never acted like one.

The gods and spirits intervened to strip the Shang family of their fortune and destroy them. The madman's personality naturally knew this, and the countless deaths and injuries among the direct and collateral branches of the Shang family were also his doing.

Therefore, He knew that she was raised by the Shang family to be a scapegoat, and He also knew what kind of life she had lived in the Shang family all these years.

Whenever he thought of it, a strong, bloodthirsty rage would well up in his eyes.

The souls of those foolish merchants are now imprisoned by Him in the dark prison beneath the old house. He sent a telepathic message to Steward Song, instructing him to inflict more tortures on them. Once their souls are scattered, they will be restored and tortured again.

And that foolish couple who run the business should have their souls extracted and tortured repeatedly.

As for why the ghosts and gods didn't kill them too, and force their souls into the dark prison?

He and the main personality were still unsure what the little bride's feelings were toward those disgusting adoptive parents.

I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to her.

But not letting them die doesn't mean they'll have an easy time.

Little did Wen Xin know that in just one month, her entire storyline had been almost completely taken over by her ghostly husband.

She was still in shock.

She really is of the Shang family bloodline?

The madman touched her face to comfort her, "Your mother is your adoptive father's aunt, but she is the illegitimate daughter of the previous head of the Shang family."