The entrance to the sinkhole is incredibly deep, yet surprisingly, some staircases and bungalows have been built around it.

The night was as black as ink, so thick it couldn't be dissolved. The moonlight, which should have been bright, was now strangely tinged with a reddish hue, as if the sky had been torn open with a bleeding gash.

Heavy clouds piled up, completely covering the sky, not a single ray of light could penetrate. Only the sinkhole, like a lurking beast, emitted a chilling aura, swallowing everything in its path.

At this moment, Ma Lihua was held firmly in Shangguan Wenyan's arms, chattering incessantly: "Shangguan Wenyan, I'm not marrying you anymore. Put me down, I want to go home."

Her voice was delicate, yet every word carried an undeniable stubbornness, resonating powerfully in the silent sinkhole.

Shangguan Wenyan seemed not to hear him, a faint smile playing on his lips, the smile winding all the way to his eyes, warm to the point of being almost burning: "Lihua, everything you said is right, but you don't have to marry me, it's fine if I marry you instead."

Ma Lihua's eyes widened, her anger rising. A faint blush of rage spread across her cheeks as she cursed inwardly at this person for being so shameless, even more scoundrel than herself.

She struggled with all her might, her hair disheveled and her clothes fluttering, looking like a little animal with its fur standing on end.

Shangguan Wenyan held her even tighter, his arms like iron hoops, firmly locking away her resistance.

The area around the sinkhole was eerily quiet, yet a chilling aura emanated from it. Ma Lihua keenly sensed that countless eyes seemed to be hidden in the shadows, lurking behind jagged rocks and among tangled withered vines, watching them intently.

Cold sweat crept up her back, and she unconsciously shrank into Shangguan Wenyan's arms, only to regret her show of weakness.

She was supposed to be a ghost hunter, but she would get scared every time she saw a ghost.

"Pear Blossom, let me take you deep into the sinkhole! We'll head back tomorrow night."

Shangguan Wenyan broke the silence, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, his eyes shining brightly with anticipation.

Ma Lihua's alarm bells rang, and she frowned, asking, "Go back? Go back where?"

"Back to the Divine Realm!" Shangguan Wenyan blurted out, his tone matter-of-fact.

Ma Lihua froze instantly, her aura turning icy cold, as if frost and snow had swept over her, her voice sharp as if tempered with ice: "Who are you?"

She exerted sudden force, shoving wildly with both hands, her fingernails nearly scratching Shangguan Wenyan's cheek.

Shangguan Wenyan wasn't annoyed; the corners of his mouth remained upturned as he gently whispered, "I am your husband!"

“No, your aura is very similar to someone I particularly dislike,” Ma Lihua retorted mercilessly.

In the realm of gods, where divine energy abounds and celestial breezes waft, a place that should be pure and carefree, there is one person whose body is surrounded by turbid energy. Every time they meet, Ma Lihua feels uncomfortable, as if she is trapped in a quagmire.

Shangguan Wenyan's eyes darkened, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart. So, in her heart, he used to be so worthless.

But in an instant, a burning determination ignited in his eyes. No matter, he could conceal his sharpness and suppress his turbidity.

"Whether it is or not, I am already your husband, it is destined."

Shangguan Wenyan's tone was calm, yet it exuded an undeniable domineering air.

Ma Lihua laughed angrily: "We're not even married yet!"

"Don't worry, once we've consummated our marriage and have a child, you'll be mine sooner or later."

Shangguan Wenyan gritted his teeth, the second half of his sentence almost squeezed out from between his teeth, his suppressed anger almost bursting forth, his aura suddenly changed, causing Ma Lihua to catch her breath, fear and anger surging into her heart at the same time.

At this moment, a faint whistling wind seemed to emanate from the depths of the sinkhole, with undercurrents surging, and a storm was slowly unfolding.

The deathly silence enveloped Ma Lihua like sticky glue. Her gaze was fixed on Shangguan Wenyan, her pupils contracted sharply, and her lips trembled as she squeezed out a few words: "Evil God! You...you are an evil god."

His voice trembled uncontrollably, every muscle on his face was contorted with extreme terror, cold sweat poured down his forehead, his hair roots were already soaked with sweat, and a few strands of hair clung awkwardly to his cheeks.

She heard that encountering an evil thief brought bad luck, and she's so scared! Will she never get any money again?

Shangguan Wenyan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Lihua, being too smart is not good, but I like that you are smart."

The laughter was light and airy, yet it struck Ma Lihua's heart like a heavy hammer.

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light emanated from his body, and his figure shifted like a dream. In an instant, a bright red lotus flower, as red as blood, bloomed in the center of his forehead, dazzling and alluring, as if it were about to drip blood.

A dark, magnificent robe draped over his shoulders, embroidered with lifelike birds and beasts in gold and silver threads, poised to take flight and roar, exuding an eerie yet luxurious aura in the darkness.

Ma Lihua's eyes narrowed sharply, her breathing became rapid and almost suffocating, and her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes until her knuckles turned white.

Oh no, she slept with the evil god. Rule Daddy, I'm sorry.

This outfit, like a sharp thorn, pierced straight into the depths of her memory—the last scene she glimpsed before being swept into darkness that night.

What is your purpose?

She suppressed the fear surging in her heart, her voice tense, each word carrying a sense of vigilance, like a taut bowstring ready to unleash an arrow at any moment.

Shangguan Wenyan chuckled softly, a laugh that was exceptionally alluring and captivating: "Purpose? Hahaha... My purpose is simply to be with you."

? ? ?

Ma Lihua's eyes widened, her anger somewhat masking her fear, her eyes reddening as she roared, "So... you're the one who brought me down from the realm of gods?"

Shangguan Wenyan smiled, neither confirming nor denying, and leisurely uttered two words: "Guess?"

Ma Lihua was completely enraged and blurted out a curse: "I bet you're a *****, you son of a bitch."

Shangguan Wenyan felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. His smile froze on his face, and he stared in disbelief, utterly astonished—was this still the gentle and delicate Pear Blossom?

His fiery temper was truly beyond his expectations.

Ma Lihua stood with her hands on her hips, her chest heaving violently, as if she were about to unleash all her pent-up anger: "What did I do to offend you while I was peacefully staying in the God Realm? You've come down here, fine! But you gave me such a weak body, you're really despicable!"

Thinking back on her life from childhood to adulthood, she was filled with sorrow and resentment.

In the realm of gods, she commanded the wind and rain, living freely and unrestrained, with abundant spiritual power. Unlike now, this body is weak and frail, panting after just a few steps, and easily knocked down by the slightest breeze.

The only solace was the family.

Her elderly yet kind grandmother always had good things to nourish her body, and her strong and cheerful mother would carry her over every little obstacle and carefully watch over her.

If it weren't for this warmth of family love, she would probably have been crushed by these successive misfortunes, collapsed in bed, and probably never be able to walk again.

Tears welled in Ma Lihua's eyes. She bit her lower lip and glared hatefully at Shangguan Wenyan, determined to fight him to the death and never let this evil god control her destiny at will.

Forget being a fairy, she wants to be a great woman like her mother, ready to take on everything, even her dog.