Wife is hell

Chapter 70 The Man in Green Appears

Inside the room, light filtered through the thin paper of the windowpanes, casting hazy beams of light.

Dust floats and sinks silently in the light, like fragments of time.

On the table, a pair of hands rested.

A pair of hands so perfect they resemble works of art.

However, the once lifelike blue butterfly pattern on the back of his hand was now much dimmer, as if covered with a thin layer of gray.

"So, it's not that my wife's hands have gained their own consciousness, but rather that the 'Sinful Curse Butterfly' is controlling these severed hands. It only seems close to me and can be sensed by me because it is familiar with my aura."

Jiang Mu stroked those cool, soft hands, feeling a pang of disappointment.

However, this was to be expected.

In his hazy memory, his wife Luo Xianyu and his senior sister were both dead.

It couldn't possibly be the wife controlling it remotely.

"However, if Yu'er's hand is here, where is the rest of her body?"

"According to the characteristics of the Cursed Butterfly, her remains will be divided into three parts: hands, head, and torso, and will only appear in the hands of a woman with extremely heavy Yin energy."

"Could it be that only a portion of the remains fell into this world, while the rest remain in the Xuanming Realm?"

"If all the remains could be retrieved, is there a way to revive them?"

"What exactly happened in the Xuanming Realm?"

"..."

The imprisoned memories, like raging waves, crashed against the fog in his mind, once again causing his head to throb with pain.

Jiang Mu rubbed his temples hard, trying to ease the pain.

"No matter what, we should try to find other bodies of my wife."

Jiang Mu secretly set a small, main goal.

Assemble the bodies.

then,

Come to life, my love.

perfect!

Jiang Mu snapped his fingers and said to the severed hand on the table, "Come on, little paw, give your husband a shoulder massage first."

Those hands lightly leaped onto his shoulders.

Press down on the left and right sides with moderate force.

Jiang Mu squinted comfortably.

Putting aside his killing skills, my wife's skillful hands are bound to develop many ways to play.

For example... or for example...

I understand everything I understand.

No matter how bizarre or daring the idea, they can always come up with something amazing.

At this moment, in a secluded upper room of an inn in the city.

Three people were sitting around a square table.

One of them was an old woman with gray hair, holding a pipe, puffing away on her pipe.

One of them was an elderly man with a solemn expression.

The other person was none other than Zhang Huan, the head of the Sixth Hall of the Patrol Office!
"Master Zhang, is this case of the supernatural disaster that has caused such a stir in the city just going to be closed like this?"

The old woman took a puff of her cigarette and slowly exhaled grayish-white smoke.

"Done."

Zhang Huan nodded: "The murderer has been caught, so the case can be closed."

The old woman scoffed, tapping her pipe on the edge of the table, and said mockingly:

"Is this how your patrol office always handles cases? The spirit object wasn't found, all the people you were supposed to protect are dead, and the murderer you arrested is also dead. Is this how you close the case?"

Zhang Huan said calmly, "It's already quite good that this spiritual disaster case has been closed. There are countless unsolved spiritual disaster cases piling up in various prefectures and counties of the Great Qian Dynasty."

As for the spirit creature, I led my men to search again, and there was indeed none. This means that after the murderer's death, the spirit creature either changed hands or developed its own consciousness and went into hiding.

The old woman sighed: "I originally planned to use this spiritual disaster case to make a fuss, but I didn't expect that woman named Huang Xiang'er to be so determined, willing to risk her life to complete her revenge."

"It's a pity I didn't get to see that magical object; I should have snatched it beforehand."

Zhang Huan frowned slightly, his tone turning cold:
"You'd better stay put these days. Chongtian Temple is still searching for you. You've got some nerve, daring to cause trouble at Chongtian Temple."

"We're not causing trouble, we're going to rescue the cult leader!"

The old man, who had been silent all along, slammed his hand on the table and said coldly, "Zhang Huan, you are also a former member of the Spirit Sect. Don't you want to rescue the sect leader and restore the prestige of our Holy Sect?"
Although the sect leader was a woman, she was incredibly powerful and influential back then, suppressing all the major sects so much that they couldn't even raise their heads..."

Zhang Huan interrupted him impatiently:
"Third Elder, how can you still fantasize that the leader is still alive? When the imperial court joined forces with several sects to suppress the Spirit Sect, the leader died. I don't know where you heard the rumor that the leader's soul was imprisoned in Chongtian Temple."

"This is a clue that my Holy Mother of the Spiritual Church overheard when she went to the palace to steal things last time."

The Third Elder's eyes were burning. "I believe what the Holy Mother said. The leader's soul was fused with a special spiritual object back then, which is why it was preserved."

Zhang Huan countered, "Did you find the imprisoned soul of the sect leader when you broke into the forbidden area of Chongtian Temple?"

The Third Elder was speechless for a moment.

The old woman standing nearby chimed in:
"We lost six spiritual items before we could break that exquisite little tower that suppressed the soul. It is said that the cult leader's soul was imprisoned inside."

But before we could make any further arrangements, the Taoist priests from Chongtian Temple noticed and attacked, so we had to hastily retreat.

As for whether the cult leader's soul has been freed... we cannot know.

Zhang Huan shook his head as he listened.

These guys are really something.

Zhang Huan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked:
"Is the disappearance of the female disciple named Jiang Zhenzhen from Divine Phoenix Island related to you?"

Jiang Zhenzhen?
The two looked at each other.

The Third Elder shook his head and said, "We have never heard of this name, and we have not had any contact with any disciples of Divine Phoenix Island recently."

Zhang Huan put down his teacup and said calmly:

"The disappearance of Jiang Zhenzhen, the massacre of the entire Yang family, and the death of Madam Yang... Now the patrol office has attributed all these cases to your Lingjiao sect."

"Snapped!"

The old woman slammed her pipe on the table in anger. "Slander! This is pure slander! We're going to report this to the authorities!"

"Whether you did it or not, you know the truth in your hearts."

Zhang Huan stood up, straightened his robes, and his tone returned to its indifferent state.
"As I said before, you must keep a low profile and behave yourselves during this period. If there is any unusual activity at Chongtian Temple, I will find a way to notify you. Try not to go out if you can avoid it."

As evening fell, twilight descended.

As usual, Jiang Mu sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the sky, and began to circulate his qi.

As his inner energy circulated and his practice deepened, a wisp of impurities slowly exhaled from his nostrils, like light ink spreading in water, gradually dissipating until it vanished without a trace.

The wife's severed hand lay quietly beside the bed.

"Ding--"

Just then, the Donghuang Taichu Bell on the table vibrated slightly without warning, emitting a clear ringing sound.

Jiang Mu opened his eyes.

Looking at the slightly trembling bell, doubts remained in his heart.

Ever since he returned from prison, the bell has been trembling every now and then, and he has no idea why.

Just as he leaned over to pick it up and examine it, something unexpected happened.

A wisp of smoke suddenly escaped from the bell.

Jiang Mu was a little confused.

What's going on? Is Senior Sister using this magic weapon to smoke cigarettes?

To Jiang Mu's astonishment, the wisp of smoke did not dissipate; instead, it slowly condensed in mid-air...

Ultimately, it outlines a slender and graceful human figure.