Chapter 189 Husband 26
The monster's face, based on Zheng Song's features and after subtle additions, is a flawless work of art.
Even though he had given up his disguise, hoping his wife would soon realize his true identity—not Zheng Song, but a monster from another world—he still felt a little scared. He was too anxious. He couldn't be so anxious. Huihui had already been frightened by him.
He said, "Huihui, don't be afraid of me. At the beginning, I admit that I did treat you as food, but later, I treated you as my wife. I will never hurt you..."
After a pause, he asked, "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it long ago, right?"
The monster desperately needed to prove his true intentions. From Zheng Song's knowledge system, he'd learned that sincerity was the key to getting along with others. Therefore, unable to think of a better way, he could only use words to prove his sincerity and analyze his true thoughts.
Sticky flesh and blood emanated from all parts of his body, squeezing along the gaps to the interface between Wen Hui's back and the sofa, greedily wrapping his wife in the monster's most real flesh and blood, warm, surging, and full of vigorous vitality.
Wen Hui's back was stiff and she dared not move. Her limbs were wrapped in flesh and blood, and she had lost the ability to move. Even her neck was wrapped in flesh and blood, and it looked like she was wearing a thick bright red scarf.
The unusual heat caused her to break out in a thick sweat, but before it could condense into beads and roll down, it was licked away by the flesh. Finally, the flesh, which could shapeshift into bizarre shapes, mimicked the shape of a palm and touched the sweaty area.
Wen Hui was so frightened that her heart jumped into her throat. She stared at the face that looked like Zheng Song with her eyes wide open in confusion.
She lowered her eyes, avoiding the flesh and blood that was vying for attention before her. She wondered inwardly, what exactly was he trying to do? Was he trying to show her that their power was so vastly different that if the monster chose, she wouldn't even have a chance to escape.
He admitted this himself! He said that if he wanted to eat her, he would have eaten her long ago. This sentence was a warning to her not to make any pointless struggles and to obey her, otherwise she would die an ugly death!
Wen Hui said weakly, "I understand."
No matter what, it was always right to follow the monster's words. If she wanted to survive, she could only suppress her fear for the time being and continue to play the role of the wife the monster needed.
From what he said, he seemed to be very satisfied with her?
After she finished speaking, she bravely raised her eyes and carefully observed the monster's expression.
I have to say that he sculpted a very perfect face, which was even better than Zheng Song's appearance. He corrected the defects based on Zheng Song's facial features.
For example, Zheng Song's facial features are rounded, while Monster's jawline is smoother. Zheng Song's body is thin, while Monster's chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and legs hidden in his pants all contain powerful strength.
However, it also increased his sense of danger.
In Wen Hui's view of choosing a partner, appearance is the least important.
She stared at the handsome face in front of her, unable to stir the slightest emotion, but became terrified by the gradually spreading flesh and blood.
What does it mean to wrap it around her neck?
Wen Hui was about to beg for mercy when Zheng Song lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of her neck, hiding his face, which was convulsing with grief. If Wen Hui saw this horrible scene, she would probably never be with him again.
Zheng Song hugged Wen Hui and turned over, tightening his arms around her waist. Still hiding his face, he said in a muffled voice, "You don't understand."
Wen Hui had no time to notice the depression in his words. She was almost wrapped in scarlet flesh and blood. Without the burning eyes, she mustered up the courage to observe the flesh and blood. It was really horrifying. The color was a glaring scarlet. The blood that came out was like rotten tomatoes falling to the ground, or hundreds of tomatoes lying bleeding. The scene was spectacular.
The surface of the flesh was uneven, and there was a gurgling sound of blood inside, but from the outside, it looked like soft silk. The sunlight seeping through the cracks cast subtle rays of light on it, like floating golden light.
However, as the field of vision shifted, the flesh and blood that should have stretched as long as the surface of the sea was cut off, with the flesh and blood connected to each other by the epidermis and tendons, and blood gushing from the cut surfaces. This mass of flesh and blood, which was enough to cover the entire room, had countless such wounds.
Wen Hui thought of what he said, that this was torn apart by "Tao Qian".
She pursed her lips, a sigh-like feeling rising in her heart.
So pitiful.
In yesterday's battle, she was protected by the monster after all. If he hadn't appeared, she would have become Tao Qian's food.
Even the most bizarre scene, after watching it for a long time, the initial fear faded. Wen Hui looked at the monster that retained Zheng Song's appearance, ignoring the blood and flesh surrounding it, and asked, "Don't you need to treat your wound? It's bleeding. Is it okay to continue like this?"
Zheng Song was stunned and left the self-deceiving embrace. Wen Hui's cheeks were pale and her lips had lost their color, but there was genuine concern in her eyes. Hope ignited in him instantly, and this was when his mind was working fastest.
He spoke in a normal tone, "I should have dealt with it when I came back yesterday. But at that time, I didn't reveal my identity. I was thinking about being able to live like this with you forever. Naturally, no matter how painful the wound was, I endured it. You were scared by 'Tao Qian' and couldn't sleep, so I didn't dare leave your side. Later, when you fell asleep, I had time..."
He forced a miserable smile and continued to gaze at Wen Hui with his spring-like eyes.
He had learned a few tricks and was experimenting with them. Seeing Wen Hui's expression suddenly soften, his nervous mood was relieved.
He was speaking the truth, he had nothing to hide, his tone becoming increasingly humble: "Now you know, Huihui, I really regret it. To be honest, it's because I'm not capable enough. If I could endure this pain and not reveal it, we would still be the closest couple... You are my wife, would you still be so indifferent when you found out I was hurt?"
Wen Hui bit her lip, feeling guilty.
She hesitated and said, "What do you need me to do?"
Zheng Song sat up, put Wen Hui aside, picked up the nearest piece of flesh and blood, stared at it for a while, and then threw it to the ground like garbage.
Wen Hui: "Be gentle..."
Zheng Song smiled at her and said, "I'm fine. You know, I'm not Zheng Song. I'm a monster from another world. These injuries only look serious."
Then, with a dazed look in his eyes, he began to recount what happened yesterday in detail: "'Tao Qian' has committed many murders since it arrived here, so its power is far greater than mine. It tore my flesh and blood into rags, and I spent a lot of effort to piece them back together. It knows you are my wife. Even if you escape temporarily, it will find you by your scent. I can't let it do that. Fortunately, it underestimated my strength, and when it was complacent, I saw the opportunity to kill it..."
After saying that, he looked at the stunned Wen Hui and comforted her softly, "It's really okay. I was fine even in the situation yesterday. These are just some minor injuries that I can bear. It's just a little bleeding, don't worry, Huihui."
Wen Hui wasn't very worried, but when she heard him say that, she couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.
She recalled Tao Qian's attitude yesterday; she was truly determined to capture him. From what she'd said, she'd witnessed Tao Qian devouring many humans since arriving here. Tao Qian could create the forms of many people, all of whom she'd devoured. Besides, the monsters in Jade Garden had been included in national news reports.
What about "Zheng Song"?
It seems that apart from the unlucky Zheng Song, he did not kill any other humans. In such a confrontation between two monsters with such a huge disparity in strength, Zheng Song was able to kill Tao Qian. The degree of tragedy can be imagined.
Wen Hui grabbed the edge of her clothes, lowered her eyes, and stared at the rags of flesh and blood. "Will medicine help? We should still deal with it. Even if you think it's insignificant, it must still hurt."
Zheng Song nodded first, telling her that human medicine worked, then shook his head: "It doesn't hurt much, Huihui. You don't have to worry about me."
Wen Hui automatically ignored his last words, thought for a moment, took the medicine box, squatted down, poured the medicine on it, and patiently handled it.
She moved very gently. The potion was a stimulant, and pouring it on the wound was very painful. She was afraid that the monster would become enraged and tear her apart while she poured the potion. Even after she had finished dealing with the particularly large mass of flesh and blood, the horrific scene she imagined did not unfold.
Wen Hui stood up; her legs were numb from squatting for so long.
Zheng Song hugged her in time.
“Meihui, thank you for your hard work.”
Wen Hui met the man's eyes. There was no cruelty or greed for food as she had imagined, but a gentle expression as always.
She ultimately failed to report the monster's whereabouts. But having to stay with the monster like this always made her feel uneasy. She tried several times to leave home and escape from him under the pretext of shopping, but perhaps the monster noticed, as he almost never left her side.
Wen Hui was in a depressed mood.
She was wearing a pure white sweatshirt and sweatpants, and had changed her slippers into sneakers in case of emergency. Zheng Song was dressed the same as her.
Ever since his identity was exposed, his behavior had barely changed from before. Wen Hui wasn't sure if he was just like that or if he was just pretending. But if he was pretending, what was his purpose?
Wen Hui scooped out the rice porridge from the pot. Over there, Zheng Song had already fried the steak, carefully cut it into pieces, and placed it on a plate.
The monster tilted its head and smiled at her, "Hui Hui, my steaks always lack flavor. Your cooking skills are always better."
His eyes curved, his scarlet flesh hidden, and he stood in the kitchen wearing an apron, looking no different from a human being, even his taste was impeccable. He shamelessly approached Wen Hui and took the bowl filled with hot porridge.
"Hui Hui, the pickles you made are delicious."
Wen Hui: "I've finished eating. If you want to eat, I'll make it later."
Listen, his taste is no different from humans! It's unbelievable that a monster likes to eat pickles! Wen Hui was embarrassed to associate him with those ferocious monsters...
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