What the hell is this? It’s like a ghost story!

How could he let a weak woman like her stand in a dark surveillance corner where the streetlights couldn't reach her in the middle of the night, and then wait for him to run out with a skull on his head?

He had ever imagined her standing there weak and helpless, with a skull suddenly rushing towards her. How scared would she be by that atmosphere?

This was scary enough, but he actually wanted her to take his skull and bury it in the mountains...

Deep mountains and old forests!

This is where all the horror stories happen. Is he going to scare her to death?

Whenever she thought of the ghost stories she had read in the books she borrowed from her roommates, her legs would tremble. She was truly terrified that some ferocious and terrifying creature would emerge from the deep mountains and forests...

"What's wrong?"

Feng Changye finished speaking, and seeing that Zhu Wuhuan didn't respond, he looked at her sideways.

Noticing her ugly expression, he then remembered that she was afraid of ghosts.

She was terrified when they went to the imperial mausoleum together before.

He chuckled, "Why are you so cowardly? You, you, I'm not asking you to go into the mountains and forests alone. Won't I go with you?"

Zhu Wuhuan looked at him dimly, "What's the point of you going? You have no physical form, just a spirit. If I encounter those scary things, won't I have to deal with them myself?"

Feng Changye laughed at her, "You're scared silly, right? If you encounter those scary things, that's where I'll be of use. They're souls, and I'm also a soul. I'm also the soul of an emperor, protected by dragon energy. Can they defeat me?"

Zhu Wuhuan was stunned. That's right!

If she encounters a bad guy, she can take on him herself.

If he encounters something unclean, he can do it.

Perfect solution.

She patted her chest hard and said, "Then I'll try not to be so scared. Anyway, you must be more powerful. We two emperors cannot die together in the modern era. That would be too shameful!"

Feng Changye chuckled, "I know, I know. You should always believe in your husband. He can do it."

Then Zhu Wuhuan went to buy a map of the city and discussed with Feng Changye the escape route, as well as where was a good feng shui spot and where was suitable for burying the skull.

Two people who knew nothing about Feng Shui studied a torn map for a long time, then chose a place that looked good and waited for nightfall to get ready to work.

In a blink of an eye, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Zhu Wuhuan, who had slept two hours in advance, opened his eyes and got up at the sound of the alarm clock.

She packed up and went out with Feng Changye.

Instead of taking a taxi, the two avoided blind spots of surveillance and came to a remote street behind the museum.

Feng Changye looked around and whispered, "Wait here for me. If you get scared, play some music on your phone to give yourself some courage. I'll be back soon."

Zhu Wuhuan nodded.

She waved and watched him float through the wall and head straight for the museum.

As soon as he left, she huddled herself in the corner, her back against the hard wall, which gave her a slight sense of security.

She looked at the time, then at the direction Feng Changye left, waiting anxiously.

Why haven’t you come back yet...Is anything wrong?

This shouldn't be the case. A soul that modern equipment can't capture could easily break into a museum and attach itself to a skull...

Well, the only problem is, can he control the skull to break through the tempered glass display case and escape?

"Breaking it from the outside is difficult, but opening it from the inside and finding a way out should be easy, right? The designers of the display case probably didn't consider that the skull could escape from inside on its own..."

She muttered to herself while analyzing Feng Changye's success rate, using this to give herself courage.

After waiting for another ten minutes, she noticed something flying towards her out of the corner of her eye!

She suddenly looked sideways.

Under the faint moonlight, a skull wine bowl that looked like a beautiful jade floated over from the other side of the wall and headed straight towards her.

“…” Zhu Wuhuan looked at the skull silently, not knowing what expression he should make for a moment.

Is it to smile, wave, and shout welcome, welcome, a warm welcome?

Or open your arms and embrace the skull warmly?

Ah, this is so weird.

She took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I got it."

In response to her, the wine bowl fell directly into her arms and stopped moving.

She wrapped her arms around the wine bowl and whispered, "Your soul, please come out quickly. I'm going to put the wine bowl into the system space."

The next moment, Feng Changye's soul emerged from the wine bowl.

Zhu Wuhuan signaled the system to store the wine bowl in its space, then looked at Feng Changye, "How is it? Didn't it alert the security?"

Feng Changye was extremely proud. "Oh, how could I, the emperor, alarm others when I go out? I even strolled around the museum leisurely. If there were nothing good in the museum, I would have brought you two good things to play with."

Zhu Wuhuan chuckled, "Alright, alright, alright. I know you're amazing! I know you dote on me! Thank you so much, Your Majesty! I'll repay your kindness right now and bury you in peace. Shall we go?"

Feng Changye glanced at her.

He knew she was joking, but he still corrected her seriously, "It's not for me, it's for the tyrant to rest in peace. It has nothing to do with me. It's the tyrant and I'm the wise ruler. I'm not the same person as it."

Zhu Wuhuan glanced at him, looking at how proud he was, "Let's go, if we're any later we'll be discovered."

Avoiding surveillance, the man and the soul quickly walked through this remote street, then exited from a small alley at the back and headed straight for the deep mountains and old forests they had chosen earlier...

Half an hour later, we reached the mountainside.

In the quiet and deserted mountains late at night, Zhu Wuhuan used the tools given to her by the system to dig a deep pit, then held the skull and prepared to throw it in.

"etc."

Feng Changye, who had been watching from the side, called out to her, "Are you planning to just throw it in like that?"

She turned her head and looked at him in surprise. "Why, do you want me to kneel down and kowtow to it reverently, then recite a passage from the 'Nirvana Sutra' for it earnestly, shed a few fake tears, and then bury it?"

"..." Feng Changye looked at her speechlessly. What the hell was she talking about?

He said arrogantly, "You've never even kneeled to me in your life, and you still want to kneel to it? Is it worthy enough? Does it think its death is not miserable enough?"

Zhu Wuhuan chuckled.

Feng Changye gestured to her, "Crush it into a powder that is unrecognizable and irreparable, and then bury it."

He sighed, "I don't want to go to all the trouble to dig it out and bury it now, only to have it dug up again in a few years or decades, identified as the emperor's skull, and then returned to the museum to be onlookers and cursed at... It's better to be completely shattered and quietly buried underground than to be placed intact in a museum."

Zhu Wuhuan understood his feelings.

This is the same reason why many people would rather burn their bodies than donate them for research. If they donate their bodies, they will still be respected by medical students and called "cadaver teachers." But Feng Changye is placed in a museum and ridiculed and cursed by everyone. This is even more unacceptable than donating a body.

She gave him a loving look and said, "Then turn your back?"

Meeting his puzzled gaze, she slowly said, "Otherwise, if you watch me smash your skull with a stone, I'm afraid you'll have a psychological trauma and have nightmares when you sleep with me in the future..."

Feng Changye: “…” What kind of nightmare?

The nightmare where she pulls a giant hammer out from under his pillow and smashes his head in?

He glanced at her dimly and turned away, "Smash it."

Zhu Wuhuan then smiled and placed the skull on the ground, picked up the stone next to it and smashed it into four pieces.

As she smashed the bricks, she said, "Hey, it's quite crisp! Snap! It feels good to smash them! Snap!"

"..." Feng Changye's forehead veins throbbed when he heard this!

He had a dark face and looked up at the sky silently.

Please shut up!

If this continues, he will really have a psychological trauma. He will dream of her swinging a huge hammer at him, laughing as she hits him. Tyrant, you have a fragile head...

After hitting it more than ten times, when Feng Changye was almost unable to bear the crisp sound, Zhu Wuhuan finally threw the stone down.

nailed it.

She pointed at the pile of debris and said to Feng Changye, "Look, are you satisfied? It's broken into pieces like this, and no one can tell whether it's human bones or..."

She almost blurted out the baldness behind her, but she quickly stopped and shut up.

Feng Changye stared at her with gritted teeth, "Oh, you are the one with the bone!"

Zhu Wuhuan laughed out loud. It seemed that he had guessed what she had said before she finished!

She quickly patted her mouth and said, "Your Majesty, calm down. I have spoken out of turn. I will bury it respectfully now."

Then she swept all the bone fragments into the deep pit without leaving a single one, and covered them little by little with soil in her hands. When the soil covered the bone fragments, she picked up the tools again and dug the soil to bury the bones.

After spending five minutes filling the pit, she spent another ten points to let the system restore the grass to its original state. Then she stood up and walked to Feng Changye.

"Okay, let's go back."

"Um."

"Now that both of us have put our worries to rest, we can enjoy eating, drinking and having fun. When the holiday is over and we return to Daning, we won't have to worry about this world anymore."

"You are the one who eats, drinks and has fun, and I am responsible for watching you eat, drink and have fun."

"Hahaha, look how aggrieved you are. We are husband and wife, can't I eat it for you?"

Under the moonlight, a man and a soul flirted with each other as they slowly walked down the mountain and gradually walked away.

…

The next day, the mysterious disappearance of the museum's treasured "Emperor Daning's Skull Wine Bowl" became a hot topic.

The reason why the loss of such a collection became a hot topic was because someone posted a video of the missing skull, which mysteriously flew out of the exhibition hall on its own...

The skull of a person who had been dead for a thousand years actually flew out of the exhibition hall in the middle of the night!

How bizarre, how incredible!

In just one hour, various entries flooded all major online platforms.

What about "The most powerful tyrant is immortal", "I heard that you still miss me? So I came back to see you, are you surprised?", "If anyone scolds me again, I will come and take you away personally"...

For several days, netizens were all in a frenzy.

Anyone who doesn’t know the name of the tyrant Feng Changye is not worthy of being a modern person!

Until the night when Zhu Wuhuan and Feng Changye were about to leave this world, the entry for Tyrant Feng Changye was still among the top trending searches.

"..." Feng Changye stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gently rubbing his eyebrows with his slender fingers. He didn't want to express any opinion about this.

His original intention was to steal the skull so that he could rest in peace and be forgotten by everyone. But who knew that it would have the opposite effect, and now the whole world knows his name...

Now when people mention tyrants, they don’t even remember who the other two tyrants are. They just keep shouting crazily—

Feng Changye! Feng Changye!

He, Feng Changye, a cold and aloof emperor who had been dead for a thousand years, became famous all over the world one day in such a dark and popular way.

He sighed deeply, "Heaven will not tolerate me!"

Zhu Wuhuan was lying on Miss Zhu's big bed, looking at his back with amusement, "Come here quickly, otherwise I will be summoned back by the ancestor Feng Nanyu, and you will be left here alone. That would mean no one would tolerate you!"

Feng Changye turned around and glanced at her silently, "Isn't there still a few minutes left? Can't I let the aloof Wangyue be melancholy for a few more minutes?"

Zhu Wuhuan glared at him, "No, I, Zhu Wuhuan's man, am not allowed to be depressed, not even for a minute! Come here quickly!"

"Yeah, coming over."

Feng Changye responded helplessly, walked over and waited with her for the ancestor to summon them back to Daning.

The two of them looked out the window at the bustling metropolis, then smiled at each other. They were both very satisfied with this journey back to the modern era.

Perhaps, Miss Zhu who returned to Daning was also very satisfied?

The ancestor spent fifteen days helping them make up for their respective regrets. This was the most perfect ending.