Mushroom Man

"You, how come you're alright?"

Seeing that Zhuo Buqun was unharmed, the woman in the purple dress narrowed her eyes slightly, and her face turned pale instantly.

At that moment, her mind was in chaos, her heart was pounding, she clenched her fists nervously, and a hint of panic and fear flashed in her eyes.

If Zhuo Buqun isn't dead, won't she be in trouble?

You should know that she just watched Zhuo Buqun being swallowed up by the undercurrents and did nothing about it.

Such an act of refusing to help someone in distress will surely be met with tenfold or even hundredfold retaliation from Zhuo Buqun, that beastly character.

At this moment, if Zhuo Buqun were to be blinded by rage and choose to kill her here, she would not be surprised at all.

Although she and Zhuo Buqun were both third-level mushroom masters, their strengths were vastly different.

She was skilled in healing and had absolutely no methods of killing.

If Zhuo Buqun had harbored murderous intent at this moment, she would definitely not have survived.

The woman in the purple dress felt even more terrified upon thinking of this.

In this situation, she didn't even notice the odd thing about Zhuo Buqun's words.

Zhuo Buqun was panting heavily, looking like he had just survived a disaster.

"My wife, you have no idea how dangerous it was just now. I almost never saw you again."

"Fortunately, I was not destined to die. I was pushed by the current onto a reef and got stuck. That's how I got rid of the current and swam back with all my might."

As Zhuo Buqun spoke, he coughed up several mouthfuls of water, clearly indicating that what he said was true.

Upon hearing this, the woman in the purple dress was not pleased. Instead, she thought to herself that Heaven was unjust and wondered why the beast hadn't been drowned.

At the same time, perhaps because Zhuo Buqun's words seemed to imply that he did not blame the woman in the purple dress for not helping her in her time of need.

The woman in the purple dress gradually calmed down and vaguely sensed something was amiss.

But she had only just calmed down and was still somewhat shaken, so she didn't know where the strange thing was coming from.

Seeing her like this, Zhuo Buqun couldn't help but frown and said, "Wife, what are you waiting for?"

"Why aren't you taking me away from here right now?"

"My bubble mushroom was shattered by the undercurrent, so I can only share a bubble with you."

"For some reason, things have suddenly become turbulent here. If we stay any longer, we might lose our lives. If we don't leave now, when will we?"

Upon hearing this, a look of understanding flashed in the woman's eyes.

'Bubble mushroom...'

'Yes, that beast's bubble mushroom is broken.'

'No wonder this beast changed his usual temper and didn't immediately attack me with beatings and insults.'

'So he was afraid of killing me; even without the bubble-shroom, he would have died at the bottom of the sea.'

'If I'm not mistaken, this beast is probably planning to settle accounts with me later, once we're ashore.'

'If that's the case, should I take this opportunity to perish together with him, and die at the bottom of the sea?'

'Since I'm going to die anyway, why not take this opportunity to drag this beast down with me?'

The woman in the purple dress was filled with mixed thoughts and was somewhat tempted by it.

But she was always submissive and often suffered bullying from Zhuo Buqun, yet she dared not fight back.

Her refusal to help when someone was dying was the result of her long-standing resentment and hatred suppressing her fear.

If you really wanted her to kick someone when they're down, or to kill someone and die together with them, I really wouldn't have the guts.

And that makes sense...

After all, if the woman in the purple dress really had that kind of guts, she would have already fought desperately when Zhuo Buqun threatened to sell Tao'er.

Where would they still be subservient, hesitant, or indecisive?

The woman in the purple skirt is the epitome of someone who has the desire but not the courage to act. Such a person will never dare to risk everything and rise up in resistance unless absolutely necessary and driven to the brink.

While the woman in the purple dress was struggling with her dilemma, Zhuo Buqun kept calling her "wife" and urging her on.

Even the slow-witted woman in the purple dress noticed something at this point.

She was somewhat surprised and asked incredulously.

"Husband, what did you just call me?"

Seeing her like this, Zhuo Buqun raised an eyebrow and then said matter-of-factly, "I'll call you wife. What's wrong with that? Is there something inappropriate?"

"Why bother getting involved in all this nonsense when we should be leaving this troublesome place right now?"

"No, it's nothing." Upon hearing Zhuo Buqun's reply, the woman in the purple dress felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and her spine went cold.

Weird, really weird.

She was just wondering why she felt something was wrong.

The problem was here.

Others may not know, but surely she does?
When has that beast Zhuo Buqun ever called her "wife"?

Normally, she's either a stinky old woman or a good-for-nothing, a despicable person.

Now the sun has risen in the west, and after escaping death, he's like a completely different person.

As the saying goes, when something is abnormal, there must be something wrong!
Zhuo Buqun's sudden change to such gentleness must be for some reason.

Was it because of the bubble-shroom, worried that she might do something irrational, that he was deliberately trying to please her, or...?

Just as the woman in the purple dress was thinking this, Zhuo Buqun waved his hand impatiently, interrupting her thoughts.

"Madam, what's wrong with you?"

"Why are you lingering here? Do you intend to stay and search for that so-called thing that fell into the sea?"

Zhuo Buqun's impatient demeanor gave the woman in the purple dress a sense of familiarity.

The woman in the purple dress thought she was overthinking things, so she bit her lip and said weakly, "It's nothing, I was just a little distracted."

In the end, she couldn't bring herself to fight to the death here.

Perhaps she was clinging to a sliver of hope, thinking that even if Zhuo Buqun got ashore, he wouldn't publicly provoke her.

So the woman in the purple dress eventually pushed the bubbles and obediently swam Zhuo Buqun to the shore.

What she didn't know was...

As they pushed the bubbles away, a short time later, a bloated corpse floated up from the dark seabed, propelled by the surging currents.

The corpse was pale and its face still showed signs of extreme terror, as if it had seen something horrifying before it died.

If the woman in the purple dress were to return at this moment, she would surely recognize this corpse as her husband whom she hated to the core... Zhuo Buqun.

Not long after the corpse floated away, a tall, hideous, and terrifying white skeleton emerged from the seabed.

The soul fire within the eye sockets of the white skull, unaffected by the seawater, continued to burn and flicker.

"As expected of the special envoy, he is meticulous and cautious in his work."

“A corpse that could have been left unattended and allowed to be eaten by fish and shrimp, is now being specially cleaned up by this old man.”

The skeleton, also known as the Bone Immortal, said he admired the special envoy, but his tone was actually somewhat helpless.

Clearly, they believed that the special envoy was being overly cautious, and that sending him out was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito—a waste of his talent.

However, this was, after all, the special envoy's order, and he dared not disobey it or do a perfunctory job.

With a wave of his hand, the Bone Immortal caused the corpse's flesh to vanish instantly, leaving only a skeleton.

The white bone trembled slightly and transformed into a small skeleton soldier, following behind Bone Master... (End of Chapter)