Chapter 180 Husband 17
Unknown species lurking around residential buildings fled in panic.
In the shadows cast by the tall buildings, a strange substance surged and tumbled, gradually covering the ground, forming a surging dark red sea. Zheng Song, terrified, braced himself on the ground, trying to escape, but his strength was exhausted. Furthermore, his legs were tightly entangled in the sticky substance. No, no, the sticky substance seemed to be connected to his legs, growing from them—
What's going on?
The color drained from Zheng Song's face and his heart almost jumped out.
He cried helplessly: "Help... Help!"
"It's no use. Even if someone hears your voice, they can't save you." The scarlet substance on the ground seemed to have life. It gradually agitated and gathered, gradually moving upwards. The flesh and blood condensed into thick tubes like blood vessels, entwining and tangling with each other. The man's body began to appear, with bulging muscles and a blurred face. His voice had an eerily gentle and familiar feeling.
He said, "Have you forgotten? You are already dead."
At this moment, Zheng Song was nothing more than a body made of the monster's flesh and blood, temporarily containing Zheng Song's consciousness.
He and Zheng Song faced each other, their clenched fists unable to loosen. As the images of the day flooded in, so did other images he hadn't dared examine in detail. Those images had previously flashed by like a revolving lantern, but now, inevitably, like a slow-motion movie, even the fine hairs on the protagonist's face could be seen clearly.
All these scenes are inseparable from Wen Hui.
He even captured those scenes hidden in Zheng Song's deep consciousness that were deliberately ignored, disregarded and covered up, and the scenes of Wen Hui being ridiculed and despised by his parents.
After the monster had emotions, he experienced other emotions again - jealousy and anger.
As the monster's voice fell, Zheng Song recalled what happened a few months ago on his way home from get off work.
Something like a jellyfish tentacle seeped in through the gaps in the car window. It was bright red and felt warm to the touch. He picked it up, thinking that the street pollution had not been cleaned up, and lowered the window to throw the dirty thing out.
Then, he experienced the most terrifying scene in his life:
As the number of tentacles increased, they entwined together to form a head-sized mass of scarlet flesh. Wherever it squirmed, it left a layer of sticky slippery fluid. At a slow speed, it easily pierced his temple.
This is his last memory.
His life ended there.
At that moment, the rearview mirror recorded the following scene: Zheng Song fell like a plump berry from a branch, its juices splattering as it collapsed onto the black leather seat with a thud. Like a goose egg stuck to the sticky substance next to the seat, its huge mouth suddenly opened, revealing sharp teeth as it devoured the berry's dried skin without wasting a single drop. Then, the monster, barely full upon its arrival, transformed into the form of food. Driven by its own instincts, it slowly and stiffly pressed the accelerator, careening through the already congested traffic scene, finally returning to Zheng Song's home and meeting his wife.
——Now she is his wife.
He looked at Zheng Song and said, "Do you remember?"
Zheng Song tried to escape but couldn't. He watched helplessly as scarlet flesh and blood gradually covered his chest. He felt suffocated, but the monster's shell was a crude, poorly crafted piece of work, devoid of all function. His heart had no beat, and Zheng Song grew increasingly panicked, his words garbled and incoherent. "I remember, I remember... What did you want to do? Please let me go, please let me go... No, that's not right. It's you. You're the one who's living for Wen Hui and me. Are you the one who caused the marks on her body?"
The terrifying aura emanating from that blurry face strangely softened for a moment.
He said, "You are not worthy to be her husband."
Zheng Song and the monster were clearly on different wavelengths. He was thinking the monster was using Wen Hui as a food reserve. He was completely consumed by the fear of being eaten by the monster, and he asked hesitantly with trembling lips, "What exactly do you want to do? What is your purpose in bringing me here alone? You didn't kill me because you had a purpose. I'll do my best to help you, so please let me go..."
His face remained unchanged, and the blurry, scarlet, wriggling flesh made him look terrifying and gloomy. I believe that no matter how brave or adventurous a person is, they would not dare to look into such a face.
Zheng Song trembled, not daring to look around, as this sticky substance surrounded him, rushing to his neck and strangling him.
The monster sighed, "I just don't want to be exposed."
His tone was filled with emotions that confused Zheng Song. He said, "Huihui always keeps things bottled up. When she was bullied by your mother, she wanted your care and understanding, but you didn't. You accused her of not being filial enough and not doing enough. Why? Huihui doesn't need to please anyone. Do you think you hid it well? You are arrogant, lazy and hypocritical, and you make Huihui feel sorry for herself every day because of you... You don't deserve her love!"
His tone suddenly changed.
From gentle to cruel.
The sharp howl almost pierced Zheng Song's eardrums - what did he mean? What was he talking about? Why did he speak so tenderly about Wen Hui...
The monster covered his chest, where something warm was beating slowly, again and again. The blood vessels hidden under the scarlet flesh were continuously supplying energy to its location, making him think of Wen Hui, and the heart in his chest began to tremble incessantly.
“I can do it! I’ve mastered the skills necessary for living in human society. I can do your job, and I can even do it better than you, earning more money and making life more comfortable for Huihui and me… Although I don’t have reproductive functions, according to Huihui’s feedback, my ability brings her a hundred times more happiness than you do. As for reproducing offspring, that’s truly beyond my reach at the moment, but I know there are adoption agencies in human society. If Huihui likes children, we could adopt one…”
At this point, he paused, looking slightly distressed: "I'm not sure if I'll eat him when I'm hungry."
"Your parents are overly involved in Huihui's life, and as her husband, you haven't played any role in mediating. This is your responsibility, but you've shirked responsibility and pushed it onto Huihui. When the situation gets out of hand, you're using moral constraints to hold poor Huihui hostage. You're truly despicable."
“…But it’s okay. I’ll take over your identity soon. If they bother Huihui again, I’m sure I’ll handle it well…” His facial features gradually revealed themselves. Inside his eye sockets were beautiful, sparkling pupils, emitting a faint red glow in the sunlight. He used the mouth he had just simulated to force a gentle smile: “…I like to spend time alone with Huihui. No one can disturb us.”
Zheng Song could no longer speak, his throat was strangled, and when he was conscious for the last time, he thought vaguely - could it be that the monster fell in love with his wife?
He remembered the first time they met, when Wen Hui was standing on the rotten, dilapidated rubble, wearing inconspicuous clothes. When her face was exposed to the light, she was like a small flower blooming on a cliff, waving in the wind, full of incredible vitality.
He thought of Wen Hui's shy smile...
The monster roared suddenly, "Don't even think about it! You can't even think about it!"
Zheng Song was so frightened that he began to tremble.
Consciousness indeed stopped emanating.
His voice was filled with hatred, and he stared at Zheng Song with a face that was exactly the same as Zheng Song's: "From now on, I am Zheng Song."
He emphasized in an unquestionable tone: "Huihui is my wife!"
Snap——
The body carrying Zheng Song's consciousness collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.
He was quickly thrown into a dirty and smelly corner by the scarlet flesh and blood, and he was even unwilling to eat it.
At the end of his life, Zheng Song recalled the moment he first confessed his love to Wen Hui. Wen Hui blushed, her eyes etched with hooks. His joy at that moment was genuine, and he truly wanted to grow old with her. Later, it was Wen Hui's tolerance and generosity that kept their family together. She possessed many virtues that he lacked... If possible, he would have wanted to return to his wife. Although he had many shortcomings, he truly loved Wen Hui, and it was because of her love that he wanted to marry her...
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A stray cat huddled in the corner, its fur drenched in blood and gore, its skinny body huddled into a ball. The flesh had faded, revealing the physique of an adult male, its features revealing a gentle, sunny visage. Zheng Song followed the scent to the corner and saw the kitten, its eyes glaring with bright black light.
He said to himself, "I'm not a monster."
He licked his lips as he walked forward. Shaping flesh and blood and killing Zheng Song had drained his energy, and now he felt incredibly hungry. Seeing the cat, his mouth began to secrete secretions. When he was half an arm's length away from the kitten, he stopped and said, "I'm Huihui's husband. I'm Zheng Song, not a monster."
The kitten in the corner was so scared that its fur stood on end.
The man in the suit changed direction and went to a nearby supermarket to buy a large amount of meat. When he returned to the corner, the kitten was gone. He left some of the food there, and the rest he swallowed without any dignity. He drank all the spilled blood, and after filling his stomach, he picked up the clean shopping bag next to him.
go home.
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Wen Hui was extremely angry. She had not expected that Zheng Song would just leave without saying anything after his actions and words insulting her. She felt a sense of resentment in her chest. Later, she felt dizzy and her lower abdomen ached slightly. She simply lay back on the bed and covered her head, but in her heart she was hoping that Zheng Song would come home soon. If he had left at any other time, he would have left, but it was not safe outside. What if something happened to him?
There was the sound of the door opening.
Wen Hui opened her eyes and clutched the edge of the quilt tightly. As she relaxed, the suppressed anger surged up again, and her eyes instantly turned red. So when Zheng Song came to touch her, she shouted angrily, "Don't touch me."
What just happened wasn't something she could just let go of. He actually suspected her of misconduct and cursed her with so many unpleasant words. Wen Hui was heartbroken. The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Tears fell like broken strings, soon soaking the quilt in front of her.
Zheng Song's helpless voice rang out: "Hui Hui, Hui Hui, I'm sorry. I spoke without thinking, I'm a jerk. Don't stay under the covers. You can scold me or hit me however you want. I'll take it..."
He tugged at the corner of the quilt: "Don't ignore me."
Wen Hui was annoyed by his pulling, so she lifted the quilt and waved his hand away.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Song lowered himself to her. Wen Hui hadn't expected him to adopt such an intimate posture after their quarrel. Strangely enough, his soothing words were unlike his style. When they quarreled, she was always the one to seek peace! She hadn't expected Zheng Song's posture, so she naturally moved a little too much. Without even looking, she waved his hand away, and it ended up hitting him directly in the face.
With a loud—"Snap!"
Wen Hui was stunned.
Her tears stopped. No matter how wronged she felt, she didn't want to hit anyone, and Zheng Song was always prone to anger. She shrank her shoulders timidly, her eyelashes drooping, not daring to look at him.
"Hui Hui," Zheng Song's cheek didn't hurt much. He moved closer to her, grabbed her wrist, and pressed it against his face: "Hui Hui, hit me again."
The harm done by words cannot be undone. Since he wanted to be Zheng Song, he had to deal with the bad debts Zheng Song had committed. He could not think of a better way to alleviate the insults Wen Hui had suffered.
"Megumin. I'm a bastard, I'm sick... hit me again."
Wen Hui stared at the man's face in disbelief.
He said aggrievedly: "Don't ignore me."
Wen Hui was shocked. Seeing that she did not move, Zheng Song held her hand and hit her hard on the face. Wen Hui did not pull it out. After the loud sound, her palm turned a little red, leaving a deep red palm print on Zheng Song's cheek.
Far from being annoyed, he smiled and said, "Hui Hui, have you calmed down? Let's fight again."
“…”Are you sick?
Wen Hui's thoughts were in a mess.
"Zheng Song, you..." Wen Hui frowned. His expression was even more aggrieved than hers. And somehow, seeing him in front of her, the suppressed grievance disappeared. She blinked, slid her eyes across his face with palm marks, curled her numb palms, and said, "What did you do when you went out?"
Zheng Song held her palm, looking bewildered, then brought it to his lips and kissed it gently: "I forgot you would feel pain too."
He raised his head and explained, "I had a terrible headache earlier. I said some unpleasant things and made some unreasonable assumptions. Huihui, I was wrong. I apologize. I went out to reflect on it. I've figured it out now. I'm sorry. What can I do to make you forgive me?"
Zheng Song rarely bowed his head. According to Wen Hui's character, she had forgiven him long ago. In fact, when Wen Hui looked at him, she saw the sincere regret in his eyes and wanted to tell him that she forgave him. But -
A strange feeling arose in Wen Hui's heart.
Her beloved husband sat beside her, apologizing for his earlier careless words. He even took her hand and slapped her in the face. His words were full of goodwill, and he even revealed his nervousness and helplessness, as if he was afraid that she would alienate him.
This made her feel a strange sense of disconnection.
A sentence suddenly popped up in my mind - Is Zheng Song such a person?
She knew Zheng Song too well.
Just like before, he self-righteously speculated about her behavior, slandered her character without any reason, and trampled on her self-esteem.
This is Zheng Song.
Wen Hui pulled herself into the edge of the quilt, and the coldness suddenly spread from her feet to her whole body.
She looked up and saw Zheng Song's face was calm, with a hint of guilt. "Huihui. When I left home, I witnessed a terrifying scene, so I fled back without being discovered by the alien species. At that time, I was thinking that the world had become so terrifying, and we should cherish the time we spend together instead of spending it arguing. Huihui, I was really a bad person before. You can scold me and hit me all you want, I really know I was wrong."
He has emotions and feelings.
Unlike those cruel monsters that only know how to devour.
It turned out that she was overthinking it.
Wen Hui felt guilty for her previous guess. It was a good thing that Zheng Song took the initiative to apologize to her. She actually felt uncomfortable because of this and even suspected that he was possessed by a monster. If he was possessed by a monster, how could he still be here apologizing to her and trying to please her, and he would have eaten her up long ago.
Wen Hui breathed a sigh of relief, but she still felt aggrieved, so she whispered, "You...you have to swear that you will never doubt me for no reason again, and you are not allowed to say such harsh words."
Zheng Song immediately raised his hand: "Huihui, I swear! If I don't do this, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death."
Wen Hui was completely relieved.
If it really was a monster, how could it possibly swear? Could it even say two idioms in a row?
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