☆, 97, Eighty Corpses
"Xiao Jiu'er, I told you not to be so gentle. Those who are unworthy of being human, why should they be allowed to be human?" She lowered her head slightly, her voice soft and gentle. Then she began to sing. But strangely, there was no tongue in her open mouth. And the song itself was completely inaudible.
The bloody inscription Yu Jiuyin had written in the room slowly changed, its crimson color seemingly written in blood. Then, one by one, bewildered souls emerged from within.
The leader was the wife who had been killed by the man before.
"Are you willing? We all came here to exchange our lives, but you're out because you're too kind." The girl's gentle voice was full of temptation. As the human-skin umbrella in her hand spun, it also dropped a few drops of blood.
"Husband? Son? Brother? Parents? Are those titles useful? At the critical moment, you are nothing but food to them."
"Do you want revenge? Do you want them to feel the pain you've suffered?"
"Go, do what you want to do." The girl laughed softly, then opened her mouth and began to sing the silent ballad again. The eyes of the wronged souls gradually changed from their original innocence to resentment and hatred.
"You can trade a piece of human skin for a wisp of ghost energy from me. This deal is worth it." As the wronged souls gradually left, the smile on the girl's lips gradually faded, finally turning into an indescribable loneliness. "Xiao Jiu'er, you see, people are so despicable."
"Even so, you and I are both human. At least we used to be human." Yu Jiuyin's figure gradually appeared in the corner next to him. He reached out his hand, carefully holding the girl in his palm, and slowly changed the subject, "Xiyan, I see your pendant is old. I'll make you a new one tomorrow. The glass Rongrong brought back earlier is very nice. I think it suits you very well."
"Red?"
"No, it's blue. It would be a disservice to her beauty to always have red on her."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Hearing Yu Jiuyin say that she was beautiful, the girl's eyes finally showed some sincere smile. She reached out and put her arms around Yu Jiuyin's fingers and rubbed them. Then she floated to his shoulder and sat down.
Yu Jiuyin led Xiyan upstairs. He stopped at an empty room on the fourth floor and knocked on the door. Rongqing opened it from the inside. Yu Jiuyin walked in with a smile, then lowered his head and whispered in Rongqing's ear, "It's all set up. Rongrong, are you coming to watch the show with me?"
Rongqing looked up and met Yu Jiuyin's gaze, then suddenly pulled him down and kissed him fiercely.
Yu Jiuyin obeyed his actions, but did not close her eyes. Rongqing raised her hand to cover Yu Jiuyin's eyes and said word by word, "No matter in the past or now, you are still a human being in my eyes."
Yu Jiuyin was stunned at first, then suddenly relaxed and leaned his head on Rong Qing's chest, "Rongrong, I like you very much."
"Me too," Rongqing responded straightforwardly. But then he felt something was wrong. Turning around, he saw Xiyan sitting on Yu Jiuyin's shoulder, and his ears immediately turned red.
Yu Jiuyin laughed softly, "Rongrong, you are so innocent. How can I do something that will make you more embarrassed in the future?"
Rong Qing reached out and lifted Yu Jiuyin off him. "Jiuyin, there are still minors. Please be mindful of the impact."
Yu Jiuyin, who was suddenly pushed away: ...
Xi Yan, who has lived for who knows how many hundreds of years: ...
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Unlike the tenderness and warmth on Yu Jiuyin and Rongqing's side, those who pretended to be ghosts and wanted to find Yu Jiuyin and Rongqing have been trapped in the Shura field.
Because all the people they killed came back.
The moment midnight arrived, the door of their room was pushed open on time, and what walked in should be the reserve food they had killed and stored in the refrigerator.
"Wife?" The man stared at the woman in front of him, completely unable to believe what he was seeing. But then the smile on the woman's face gave him a subtle fear.
"I'm back, aren't you happy?" The woman smiled like a flower, her curved eyes seemed to contain a faint smile, looking particularly gentle. Even a relatively ordinary face, in this moment, became particularly charming.
The man stared intently at his wife, a moment of confusion in his eyes. Then, he suddenly realized that the place he was in had changed. No longer a gray, unfinished apartment, but an exquisite and luxurious villa. And the clothes he was wearing were no longer shabby street vendor clothes, but custom-made clothes from the famous brand XX.
It was as if he had become another person in an instant, and he fully enjoyed the rich life of his dreams.
In the company, he was no longer the downtrodden, good-natured guy, but the company's CEO. Those who usually bullied and exploited him were all trembling with fear to please him, fearing that he would kick them out if he didn't agree.
His relatively ordinary mind seemed to have suddenly become much brighter. Although he didn't quite understand the source of his intelligence, no matter what decision he made, it always boosted the company's performance. He was even recognized as one of City B's top ten outstanding young people and received an audience with the mayor.
As for the wife at home, she has also changed.
Her features remained the same, but her personality had become remarkably gentle and considerate. Her voice was even sweeter and more captivating, and the occasional gentle "husband" made his bones soften. Even her daily dinners had become much better. Everything was exactly as he had wished.
That’s right, the real person who made the wish in this couple was not his wife, but himself!
He had had enough of his mediocre life and felt suffocated by the unfair treatment he received every day. His wife at home was so rude and irritable that she almost broke him down.
So when he received the invitation, he immediately thought of the person who made him madly jealous, the young boss of their company.
Why is it that some people, thanks to their impressive family background, are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, have a smooth journey, and eventually take over from their fathers who are winners in life, and then become equally lucky winners in life? But those like him who have poor family backgrounds will always be crushed, treated as pitiful little things, and have no capital to resist.
So, he desperately wanted to replace him and take over his life. As for other things, such as ethics and morality, what did those things have to do with him?
Thinking of this, the man felt more and more that his life was like heaven. As for the fear he had when he first saw his wife again, it had completely disappeared.
But how could things be so simple?
Winter had passed and spring had arrived. Today was his and his wife's wedding anniversary. His wife had prepared a large table of delicious food for him to celebrate when he got home from work.
"What delicious food are you eating?" Then, the table full of meat dishes made him feel uncomfortable instinctively.
But his wife seemed very happy. She diligently picked up food for him and asked if it tasted good every time she picked it up.
"What's wrong with you today? Are you suddenly losing confidence in your cooking skills?" He put his arm around his wife's waist and whispered. In fact, he also wanted to avoid those dishes. The man felt that the taste of these meats was very strange.
But the wife smiled and shook her head, "No, it's because it's my first time making it. It's my first time making ingredients like this, so I'm not very confident."
"What kind of meat is this?" The man finally became alert.
But the wife still smiled gently, "I thought you knew! It's my flesh."
"You!" The man subconsciously wanted to push the person away, but the severe pain on his head made him unable to resist.
He watched helplessly as his wife inserted her hands into the top of his head and then tore his skin off piece by piece.
"Ah--" The man opened his mouth and let out a sharp howl, but then he realized that he was not the only one howling around him.
He opened his eyes wide in surprise, all he saw was a blinding crimson. Around the huge round table, each chair held a bloody, mangled humanoid figure. And these figures all had one thing in common: they lacked human skin!
He was exactly the eightieth one.
The door of the room opened, and Yu Jiuyin pushed Rongqing in from outside. Xiyan, who was sitting on his shoulder, sneered and said, "Look at you, little Jiuer, you really are not worthy of being a human being!"
The author has something to say: Yu Jiuyin: All those who are heartless and ruthless are dead.
Xiyan: You deserve it!
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