She was dressed in white, with a white low-cut long dress underneath and a white silk gauze over it. A white jade belt was tied around her waist. Her black hair was styled in a flowing cloud bun. Her eyes were like water, her fingers were slender, and her skin was like solidified cream. She looked like an ancient fairy who had stepped out of a celestial palace.
My wife walked slowly towards me, her pair of shapely, jade-like legs exposed, even her delicate, petite feet exuding a silent allure.
Fang Xiu, whose body was broken and completely collapsed on the ground, seemed to sense something. He struggled to raise his head, but very low, as if his head would fall off his neck if he moved even slightly.
A pair of lotus feet came into his sight, stepping on the dirty and messy ground. The mud and whiteness contrasted sharply, making it dazzlingly white.
Amazingly, these feet walked all the way without getting a speck of dust on them.
The scene was extremely bizarre. Above the sky were countless indescribable and terrifying gods. Their bodies were towering, like the heavens and the abyss, and the terrifying aura emanating from them caused the surrounding void to swirl and twist.
On the ground, not a single piece of intact land could be found. The crisscrossing cracks were bottomless, and crimson lava gushed forth, resembling a purgatory.
Yet, in this terrifying scene, a woman with an ethereal and otherworldly air stood quietly, with an object at her feet that was completely unrecognizable as human.
She seemed to exist outside the world, and the gods of evil were unmoved by her appearance.
That's my wife.
The object that could not be identified as human was Fang Xiu.
The corruption of different evil gods caused varying degrees of distortion in Fang Xiu's body, and each distortion bore the characteristics of a different evil god.
An angel gave him eyes, a god of happiness gave him a layer of fine white hair, and a Buddha's head gave him tumors that swelled up from his flesh...
"Is it worth it?" A cold voice rang out, but there seemed to be a hint of heartache in it.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Fang Xiu, who had been driven to madness, suddenly raised his head.
Click!
His neck snapped instantly, and his mangled head fell to the ground with a thud, rolling to his wife's feet before finally stopping after hitting her foot.
Even after his head was severed, Fang Xiu did not die. Like a fierce ghost, he stared straight up at his wife, who was wearing a white gauze dress.
His wife bent down and cupped Fang Xiu's head in her jade-like hands, as if she were holding a rare treasure.
"Is it worth it?" she asked again, her voice soft, like a lover's affection.
Fang Xiu stared intently at that stunningly beautiful face, even though his vision was already blurred and he couldn't see his wife's face clearly. But everything in this world isn't just about seeing with your eyes; you can also see with your heart.
Even if his wife turned to ashes, Fang Xiu would never admit his mistake.
"Shut up! You bitch! You're the first person I'll kill!"
He opened his enormous mouth, which resembled the jaws of a gluttonous beast, with rows of serrated teeth embedded inside, and bit down hard on his wife's front.
However, with only his head remaining, he was unable to break free from his wife's grasp.
But the next second, his wife held Fang Xiu's head in her arms and embraced him.
He was enveloped by a soft, warm body, but Fang Xiu remained unmoved. His eyes were filled with hatred, and he wished he could devour her flesh and drink her blood.
Just as he was about to speak, his wife emitted a soft white light that slowly enveloped Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu felt as if he had fallen into a hot spring; everything was warm and cozy, making him want to fall asleep.
Gradually, Fang Xiu's consciousness began to blur.
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Xia Kingdom, Shangjing City, Investigation Bureau Headquarters.
In the captain's office, Yang Ming and the other captains sat upright, their eyes all focused on Fang Xiu behind the huge desk.
Fang Xiu seemed to be asleep at this moment, his eyes closed, leaning back in the leather seat.
Bright sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his desk, but he remained hidden behind the sunlight, his face obscured.
Time ticked by, and Yang Ming and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Weren't we supposed to be going to the West? Is Hugh asleep?"
"Nonsense, Hugh is clearly thinking."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Do you think you'd understand the matter of prophets if I explained it to you?"
As everyone was arguing, they suddenly noticed that Fang Xiu's body was trembling slightly. His eyes were still closed, but a ferocious look flashed across his fair face.
At the same time, an extremely evil aura emanated from him, spreading slowly like wisps of black smoke, and soft, murmuring voices echoed throughout the office.
The feeling was like someone whispering in your ear, each word penetrating your ears as if scraping your eardrum with sharp fingernails.
The intense pollution and eerie babbling caused everyone to change color instantly, jump to their feet, and stare at Fang Xiu in horror.
At this moment, Fang Xiu was like a huge source of pollution, frantically spreading deadly pollution in all directions.
Outside the office, a series of shrill screams could be heard.
Bang!
A staff member rushed into the office, his face covered in cold sweat: "Something terrible has happened! Some of the spirit masters at headquarters have suddenly lost control of their spiritual powers!"
"What!?"
Everyone was shocked. Li Xiaoru said anxiously, "Quick! Quickly light some incense for them."
"Domain Deployment. Frozen Zero Domain!" Luo Qingxin shouted, instantly deploying her domain. A layer of frost immediately covered the ground and walls.
The entire office was completely transformed into a cold storage room, frozen solid.
When the office was frozen, the screams outside immediately subsided.
The pollution emanating from Fang Xiu was blocked by the ice.
"Brother Xiu! What's wrong?" Xiao Chuxia asked worriedly.
"Is Hugh about to lose control of his spirit?"
"Could it be that a special spirit master secretly poisoned Brother Hugh?"
"Bullshit! Even if you don't believe in our abilities, you have to believe in Hugh's ability to foresee the future. Who could possibly ambush a prophet?"
Just as everyone was getting anxious, suddenly, in the darkness, a pair of eyes quietly opened!
Fang Xiu, whose body was hidden in the shadows, suddenly opened his eyes.
Everyone was startled. Before their eyes were a pair of eyes, one silver and one red. The silver light was holy, like a silver moon, while the red light was evil, like blood.
Those intense gazes made it impossible for anyone to meet their eyes.
"Brother Xiu! You're awake!" Xiao Chuxia exclaimed in surprise, wanting to get closer but also hesitant to do so.
Fang Xiu slowly scanned the crowd present, his gaze deep and unfathomable. He looked at their tense or anxious faces, so vibrant, a stark contrast to their previous appearance when they had lost all their color and were on the verge of death.
He looked out the window again. The sun was shining brightly outside, and birds were singing and flowers were blooming. It was nothing like the hellish scene of the gods descending and lava covering the ground that he had witnessed before.
The scene before him clashed sharply with the image in his mind, causing him to feel slightly disoriented.
Peace and tranquility prevail... until the end of the world.
He vaguely remembered seeing his wife at the end of his life, a completely new wife.
Not a white silk nightgown, nor a black silk secretary outfit, this time it's an elegant and dignified ancient costume.
He couldn't remember anything else.
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