Wife is hell

Chapter 95 Taking down Sister Yuyan? (6400 words)

After Qingyi told Jiang Mu about the contents of the painting, Jiang Mu fell into a long silence.

He checked repeatedly to make sure that Qingyi wasn't seeing things or lying, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Will he kill Sister Yu-yu?

How can this be?

And it was a single, direct stab.

Of course, he did consider stabbing Sister Yu-yu, but definitely not in such a bloody way.

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Mu scratched his head. "Is it a prophecy? Or... it can't be a scene from my past life, can it? Could it be that Sister Yuzhu is also from the Xuanming World? Is she my enemy?"

Jiang Mu suddenly remembered the note the mysterious person had given him.

The note told him to win over Yu-yu-jie as soon as possible, or he would surely die at her hands in the future.

Is it possible that Yu-yu and I will become enemies in the future?

Mutual slaughter?

wrong!

Given Shi Yuyuan's personality, even if he rushed into her room and forcibly took her right now, the woman would at most be angry and aggrieved, but she wouldn't harbor resentment to the point of hatred.

After all, she really loved her little brother, Xiao Jiang.

In any case, they could never become enemies.

Besides, he didn't have any long spears, either in his previous life or now.

"It seems someone is deliberately trying to disrupt my Dao heart!"

Jiang Mu slammed his fist on the table. "It must be that mysterious person who gave me the note who's behind this!"

He had seen this kind of trick before in the Xuanming World.

In his hazy memories, someone tried to confuse his Daoist heart and sow discord between him and his senior sister and master.

But it ultimately failed.

After all, Master and Senior Sister are not to be trifled with.

Jiang Mu forced himself to calm down, banished these chaotic thoughts, and carefully put away the scroll.

This painting is sinister and can bewitch people, so it's best to avoid looking at it.

After dinner, he chatted with Uncle An for a while before returning to his room to set up the formation for refining the ghost pill.

Qingyi watched with great interest from the side.

"Young master, can this formation really completely refine the ghost pill? Could it have refined my sister instead?"

"Yes, you guessed right, it's for you."

“Disgusting~~”

The woman in green lightly pounded Jiang Mu's chest with her slender hand.

Her fingertips passed through his body, leaving only a wisp of cool breeze.

"However, there is definitely some risk involved, since I haven't fully understood your situation yet."

Jiang Mu mixed gold dust and cinnabar together and drew on the talisman paper with a brush, saying, "Of course you can rest assured, even if you are refined into a hair, you won't die with the bell."

The woman in green's beautiful eyes lit up, and she tentatively asked, "Young master, could you make my sister... a little bigger?"

"Bigger? In what way is it bigger?"

"What do you say?"

Qingyi deliberately puffed out her chest, "Forget about Madam Tao, she's not a normal person. If she can be about the same as Manager Tang, I'll be satisfied."

To be fair, the woman in green already had a shapely figure.

But having seen Tang Jinxian's plump and voluptuous figure so often these past two days, it's hard not to feel a pang of envy.

"This might not be enough with just training; you need massage and acupressure."

Jiang Mu said seriously, "I think I can try to get close to you and give you a massage myself."

"Young master, you have a really wicked mind."

The woman in green leaned closer, her breath sweet as orchids, "If you can really meet your sister, she will grant you anything you ask."

"Keep your word."

Jiang Mu didn't think he would never encounter this female ghost.

If Ning Caichen could do it, there was no reason why he couldn't.

We'll beat this female ghost to death then.

……

Setting up formations is complex and time-consuming.

Jiang Mu stayed in his room until midnight before he finally finished.

On the ground, a circular array about five feet in diameter was drawn, with three layers of Bagua symbols nested inside and outside.

Eight white candles guarded the eight directions respectively.

A finger-width blood-red talisman was pasted on the candle.

At the center of the array was a small bronze incense burner, from which wisps of smoke rose, emitting a calming and soothing fragrance.

"Okay."

Jiang Mu took out four ghost pills from his pocket and placed them in the center of the array diagram.

"Go to the center of the formation," he gestured to the man in blue.

The woman in green showed a rare hint of nervousness as she gracefully floated to the center of the array.

Eight candles lit up with a ghostly blue flame at the same time.

The talismans attached to the candle rose up without wind and began to slowly rotate around the array diagram.

Beams of white light shot out from the talisman and intertwined with the ghost pill.

The four jet-black beads trembled slightly.

Like four black pearls, they automatically spun to her waist, pulling out thin black threads that held her firmly in place.

"Concentrate your mind, relax your body, and clear your mind of all distractions."

Jiang Mu gave a deep, solemn instruction.

Qingyi took a deep breath and relaxed her body.

Soon, wisps of black energy seeped from the surface of the Ghost Pill, which she slowly inhaled into her body.

As time passed, the blue-clad woman's clothes began to become transparent, from the collar to the hem, like a thin veil blurred by moisture.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

To make matters worse, Qingyi was completely unable to move at this point.

"The one surnamed Mu!"

The woman in green was both ashamed and angry. "Did you do this on purpose?"

Jiang Mu's eyes widened, and he scratched his head awkwardly: "This... the formation has this effect? ​​The ghost clothes can also become transparent?"

But since things have come to this point, the formation cannot be discontinued.

Jiang Mu needed to pay close attention to the effectiveness of the talismans, so it was impossible for him to avoid it.

"So what if I look? It won't hurt me."

Jiang Mu simply began to appreciate it openly, admiring the jade-like body that was faintly visible.

Their gaze is like a ruler, measuring every inch.

The woman in green gritted her teeth.

I could only pretend not to care and calm down to absorb the ghostly energy.

It wasn't until late at night that Qingyi finally absorbed all the Yin energy from the Ghost Pill.

The ghost pill shattered into mist with a "pop".

It seeped into every inch of her skin.

The black mist and snow overlapped, like ink falling into mutton fat jade, creating a unique charm.

The woman's soul was noticeably more solidified.

Her once neatly tied hair had come undone at some point, and her dark black hair hung down to her waist.

The dress was also restored to its original state.

Unfortunately, the "big" that Qingyi had hoped for did not change.

"Snapped!"

The woman in green snapped her fingers.

A candle flame flew to her fingertip and slowly expanded into a fireball the size of a fist.

"After absorbing this yin energy, I finally remembered some minor spells."

She smiled sweetly in her green dress.

The fireball traced an arc from her fingertips and landed on the candle, making the flame burn brighter.

Jiang Da was quite surprised.

Logically speaking, casting a fireball spell in this world requires the aid of a spiritual object, yet this woman was able to cast it directly.

It seems this woman was indeed a formidable figure in the past.

Jiang Mu tried to reach out and touch her shoulder.

Although the palm still passed through, this time I clearly felt a damping sensation.

Especially when he withdrew his hand, the front of his blue robe swayed slightly.

The woman in green blushed instantly, her face as pink and translucent as the first peach blossom in spring. She said coquettishly, "You're already touching me before I've even cultivated my true form. Once I've truly cultivated it, won't you take advantage of me completely?"

Jiang Mu didn't take it to heart: "Anyway, you've already sold yourself to me."

"Sell you my head."

The woman in green gave him a flirtatious wink, then twisted her body and transformed into a wisp of green smoke, disappearing back into the bell.

Before disappearing, she left behind a soft, seductive whisper:

"Once I've cultivated my true form, I'll show you what true bliss is."

"Actors are the most heartless..."

Jiang Mu muttered something, tidied up the array diagrams in the room, collapsed onto the bed exhausted, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next day, the morning mist was as thin as gauze.

Jiang Mu, Shi Baolu, and Shi Shuangsui practiced the Five Animal Fist in the courtyard.

An Chenghu stood by with his arms crossed, supervising.

Jiang Mu, who had already integrated his cultivation into his technique, practiced Qi Fist with natural ease, his movements flowing smoothly through his bones and blood.

With each stretch and retraction of the arm, the joints crackled like a string of firecrackers all the way to the fingertips.

He finished with a Hupu (a popular Chinese sports forum) routine, completely calm and collected.

An Chenghu raised an eyebrow in surprise: "That's strange. Before, when you practiced boxing, your arms and legs moved separately, like they weren't even from the same team. Now you're actually doing quite well."

On a whim, he got into a fighting stance: "Come on, let's exchange a few moves!"

"Uncle An, I'm scared..."

"I'm not afraid of shit!"

An Chenghu pulled off his outer shirt, revealing his dark, muscular physique, and waved, "Let your uncle test your strength."

Seeing this, Jiang Mu had no choice but to accept the challenge.

I was thinking of taking off my clothes too, but then I felt that two grown men shirtless would feel like a sword fight, so I gave up on that idea.

The two stood facing each other.

Shi Shuangsui waved her little pink fist: "Go, boss! Remember to go easy on him. Uncle An is too old to be killed."

An Chenghu's lips twitched.

You little brat, you don't know what a real expert is.

"watch out!"

He slashed with his left foot, and his right fist, accompanied by the whoosh of wind, cut straight down Jiangmu's path.

However, after a few rounds, An Chenghu began to pant, and his punches became weak.

Uncle An looks so weak.

Seeing this, Jiang Mu wanted to let the water flow.

So he deliberately turned to the side to deflect the force, intending to use the feint to let the opponent hit him, but his foot suddenly slipped, and all his strength surged to his fist, which he couldn't stop.

"boom!"

The fist slammed solidly into An Chenghu's stomach.

It's like striking a drum covered with cowhide.

The echo was dull.

An Chenghu stumbled back a few steps and leaned against a willow tree.

"Uncle An!"

"fine!"

An Chenghu patted his stomach without changing his expression and laughed, "That's all the strength you have, just a tickle. Your aunt was right, you're too weak... Let's try again!"

At this moment, Yan Wenxiu called everyone to eat.

An Chenghu immediately stopped, speaking calmly: "Let's eat first."

While everyone else headed towards the dining room, he lagged behind, grimacing and rubbing his stomach as he gasped for breath.

Unexpectedly, this scene was caught red-handed by the quick-witted Shishuang Sui.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she opened her mouth to shout, "Uncle An, he—"

An Chenghu reacted quickly, grabbing the little girl and throwing her over the wall.

Suddenly, a loud "wailing" sound came from next door.

An Chenghu sneered, "You little cricket, how dare you spout nonsense here?"

……

After breakfast, An Chenghu led Jiang Mu and the other man to the yamen for roll call, and then began their daily street patrol.

Jiang Mu wasn't in a hurry to go to the yamen.

Finding someone takes time, and I believe Tang Jinxian will let us know if she has any leads.

As An Chenghu walked, he explained the precautions for patrolling the streets to the two men. When they passed a brothel, he immediately stopped, coughed twice, and said with a serious expression:

"This kind of place is extremely dangerous. It's full of man-eating demons who suck the yang energy of young men like you. They suck it out without leaving a trace, not even bones."

So remember this: never get close! You're young, and your self-control is nowhere near as strong as an old hand like me, understand?

Upon hearing this, Shi Baolu was so frightened that he moved further away from the brothel.

Jiang Mu patted his chest and said:
“Uncle An, I’m a gentleman just like you, and I never go to places like this.”

An Chenghu nodded in satisfaction.

Just then, several girls who had just finished their night shift saw him and surrounded him with giggles:
"Uncle An, what brings you here today?"

"Do you miss us sisters?"

Without warning, pairs of jade-like arms wrapped around her, and the scent of perfume wafted over her.

An Chenghu was pulled and swayed from side to side. He tried to refuse, but his face was all smiles. He unconsciously moved his feet further inside.

"Uncle An! You mustn't!"

Jiang Mu's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed his arm, forcefully pulling him out of the gentle embrace.

"cough!"

Coming to his senses, An Chenghu straightened his clothes and regained his dignified and awe-inspiring appearance.

"I just went deep into the tiger's den, offering myself as bait. It was all to test whether these... these vixens had committed any crimes! You young people have weak willpower, so don't follow my example!"

Jiang Mu nodded: "I understand, I understand, Uncle An is the greatest."

While resting at a tea stall, Jiang Mu brought up the recent Apple case.

An Chenghu hesitated for a moment, his rough fingers stroking the rim of the teacup, and said:
"Xiao Jiang, you must remember one thing: every murder case has a purpose. And the answer to that purpose can be found in the victim."

For example, the murderer took the life of the maid Xiaonan to steal her youth and lifespan. The same was true for the other women who suddenly aged; the murderer's desire was nothing more than their youth.

What was the murderer's motive for killing Wenxianniang and her maid by hanging? What did she want?

What do you want?

Jiang Mu rested his knuckles against his chin, lost in thought.

He had pondered this question repeatedly, but it remained elusive, like looking at flowers through a fog, and he could not find the truth.

An Chenghu took a leisurely sip of coarse tea, and looking at his nephew's furrowed brows, offered some advice:
"Think about it again. The murderer took the most precious things from Nan'er and the others, but he didn't touch Wen Xiuniang."

In other words, what the killer deliberately left behind might be exactly what he needed.

"What was deliberately left behind... is exactly what's most needed..."

A bolt of lightning cleaved through the fog.

Jiang Mu's eyes widened suddenly, and he slapped his thigh hard: "So that's how it is! The murderer had already laid the answer out in front of us!"

Those young women, like Nan'er, had their youth stolen away.

Wenxiuniang, however, was not taken away.

why?
Was it because the murderer didn't want it?
No, it was precisely because the murderer wanted it that it wasn't destroyed!
because--

What the murderer truly coveted was Wenxiuniang's corpse!

Thinking of this, Jiang Mu suddenly stood up, hurriedly gave An Chenghu a few instructions, and headed straight for Yuxianglou.

Upon finding the madam, Chen Mama, Jiang Mu asked directly, "Where are Wenxiuniang and her servant buried?"

The madam, intimidated by his imposing presence, stammered, "...just bury him in the city..."

"Just take me there!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Mu pulled the madam onto a carriage, and also grabbed a shovel.

Led by the madam, the two found the grave of Wenxiuniang and her servant.

Because the master and servant had a good relationship, and Chen's mother was worried that Wenxiuniang would be lonely in the afterlife, she buried her in the same coffin.

Jiang Mu stared intently at the new grave.

Although the soil of the grave had been compacted, there were obvious signs of it being turned over at the edges.

It's obvious that someone tampered with it.

Without saying a word, Jiang Mu started digging with his shovel.

The grave soil flew up and down, and the shovel made a muffled "gurgling" sound as it shoveled into the wet mud.

Madam Chen, the madam, turned pale and clutched her handkerchief tightly: "Master Mu, is this...is this appropriate?"

Jiang Mutou didn't even look up: "Investigating the case is the priority."

If Jiang Mu hadn't been wearing his official uniform and hadn't witnessed such desecration of his young lady's resting place, the madam would probably have fought back fiercely.

Once the coffin was completely dug out, Jiang Mu squatted down and pushed the coffin lid open.

With a creak, the coffin lid, which should have been nailed shut, opened easily, as if it had never been sealed at all.

Jiang Mu struggled to open the coffin lid.

There was a rotting female corpse curled up inside.

It vaguely resembled the maid Xiao Tao, her clothes torn, and there was a clear cut in her chest, her heart missing.

However, Wenxiuniang's body was not found.

The madam gasped and collapsed to the ground, her voice trembling:
"Xiuniang...where is Xiuniang's body?! I personally watched her being buried!"

Jiang Mu stared at the half-empty coffin, his fingertips stroking his chin, his eyes dark and deep: "It seems that Wen Xiuniang's body has been taken away by the murderer. Is she trying to... possess his body and return to life?"

wrong!

It cannot be described as a resurrection.

It's likely that the body the murderer is currently using is no longer sufficient and urgently needs a new one. This new body must be compatible with her soul, most likely requiring a match in birth date and time.

Both bone structure and destiny must be aligned.

After asking the madam for Wen Xiuniang's birth date and time, Jiang Mu immediately went to the patrol office.

-

Inside the patrol office, in Tang Jinxian's small courtyard where she lived alone.

As soon as Jiang Mu stepped into the moon gate, he saw a dashing red figure leaping and dancing, with the wind whistling through the air.

Tang Jinxian was seen practicing with a silver spear in her hand.

The woman wore a moon-white, narrow-sleeved short-sleeved blouse, covered by a crimson vest, and a pleated battle skirt with a cinched waist.

The skirt was specially cut short to make it easier to move around.

Her waist was tucked in so tightly that her buttocks and thighs appeared even more bulging, like an inverted jade millstone.

The spear seemed to come alive in her hands.

Sweep, pick, snap, tease... a cluster of red tassels was stirred into a vortex of fire.

As her slender waist twisted and turned, her skirt bloomed like a red lotus, revealing a layer of moon-white silk trousers underneath, causing fallen leaves to flutter down from the ground.

The large, millstone-like object also stretched out a smooth, rounded curve.

Above that, it trembles precariously.

Each thrust of the arm creates undulating waves.

Jiang Mu was stunned for a moment.

He then remembered that Tang Jinxian was the daughter of a military family, so it was not surprising that she knew how to use a gun.

Jiang Mu was somewhat moved.

Not only was she the daughter of a military family, but she was also a woman of exceptional talent and beauty. No wonder that even after becoming a widow, she still had many powerful and talented men secretly admiring her.

Just as he was lost in thought, Tang Jinxian had already stopped and stood still, holding her spear upside down, breathing slightly heavily.

Sweat rolled down her flushed cheeks, down to the hollow of her collarbone, and then disappeared deeper.

Seeing Jiang Mu standing blankly at the door, the woman raised a brow with her phoenix eyes, her languid expression carrying a hint of reproach:
"Have seen enough?"

Jiang Mu snapped out of his daze and immediately clapped his hands in admiration:

"Excellent marksmanship! Like a dragon slicing through lightning and a phoenix falling back into the snow, Lady Tang's marksmanship is divine. She truly deserves to be called the number one heroine of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Grumpy."

Tang Jinxian rolled her eyes at him, her tone tinged with weariness.
"I saw the note you left. I've sent people to investigate that woman. We should have news tomorrow."

She paused, then noticed the mud on Jiang Mu's clothes and frowned slightly: "Did you go dig up a grave?"

"You guessed right, I really did go dig up the grave."

Jiang Mu grinned and recounted the new clues he had discovered, speaking earnestly.

"Right now, Wen Xiuniang's body has definitely been taken away by the murderer, and she needs a new body. So, I have an idea that might help us find the murderer."

Tang Jinxian looked on in astonishment, her beautiful eyes scrutinizing him for a moment before she couldn't help but sigh, "Mu Jiang, Mu Jiang, you're truly born to solve cases. Let's go, let's go to the study..."

She suddenly looked down at her sweat-soaked outfit, her face slightly flushed: "I'll go change my clothes first."

As she spoke, she handed over the spear in her hand.

"By the way, this is the spiritual item that was approved for you from above."

My spirit?

Jiang Mu took the gun and his wrist sank.

The gun is jet black and looks quite rough.

"This is a spiritual weapon that I subdued on the battlefield four years ago. After it was refined, it has been kept in the headquarters ever since."

Tang Jinxian said this with a hint of helplessness.

This magical spear has been unwanted for a long time.

The main problem was its low power and severe wear and tear; it had been gathering dust in the headquarters warehouse. Unexpectedly, the higher-ups actually approved such a substandard product for Jiang Mu.

It's probably because she beat up Gan Yuanyuan before.

However, Jiang Mu was not a member of the patrol office, so it was already an exception that he was granted this position as an unofficial staff member.

Tang Jinxian didn't feel comfortable asking for it.

"If you want to acknowledge the master, just drop a drop of blood on the gun. Whether it works or not depends on your luck."

After Tang Jinxian finished speaking, she turned around and went into the house to change her clothes.

Jiang Mu, holding the long spear, remained in a daze and did not hear the woman behind him.

Because the moment he got his hands on it, it felt very familiar.

"This gun looks like..."

Jiang Mu frowned, piecing together fragments of memory.

Ghostly Gun!
He remembered.

Purple Abyss has gold as its bones, and Ghost Soul has steel as its edge.

When the gun is drawn, ten thousand ghosts follow, and even immortals and gods cannot stop it.

This is the "Ghost God Spear," one of the Ten Great Ferocious Weapons of the Xuanming Realm!

Jiang Mu's heart pounded wildly.

Following his vague memory, he gripped the iron band on the gun barrel with his thumb, turned it four times to the left and nine times to the right.

A series of soft "click" sounds continued.

Then, he gripped the middle of the gun with both hands and twisted it sharply.

"Om-"

The surface black coating instantly peeled off, revealing the purplish-gold gun body underneath, with two characters engraved on it—

spirits!

In an instant, a manual of spear techniques surged into my mind.

Jiang Mu couldn't help himself and stepped forward to pick up his gun.

The purple-gold spear whistled out, and the white sand in the courtyard was whipped up by the wind from the spear, condensing into a long gray-white dragon that circled around him.

At this moment, Jiang Mu was as if possessed by a gun god.

His figure sometimes resembles a lone crane soaring into the sky, and sometimes a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

His movements became faster and faster, and the shooting techniques he remembered flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

Every move was imbued with an aura of extreme ruthlessness.

In stark contrast to Tang Jinxian's valiant spear skills, this one is even more domineering.

"This...this is..."

Tang Jinxian changed into a clean long dress and was stunned by the scene before her as soon as she stepped out of the room.

She subconsciously rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.

Only after Jiang Mu finished his stance did she finally manage to find her voice, her lips slightly agape: "Where did you learn this spear technique? And why does this spear look different now?"

Jiang Mu stroked the purple light flowing across the gun barrel and laughed:

"Just like you said, the blood oath was performed, and it changed. I also have a new gun technique formula in my head."

So fast?
Tang Jinxian was terrified.

Her original intention was to find some free time to personally oversee the fusion of Jiangmu and the spirit, in order to prevent any accidents from happening.

So all I did was change my clothes, and the other person got it done?

Is this the power of a spiritual medium?
"Let me see it."

Tang Jinxian stepped forward and took the spear from Jiang Mu's hand, her jade-like hand stroking the spear shaft, her heart filled with awe.

The spirit creature, which was identified as inferior, is actually so powerful.

Those guys misjudged it.

Suppressing her inner turmoil, she handed the spear back to Jiang Mu, her expression complex, and said, "You're really lucky. But remember, don't use spirit items too often, as they consume a lot of energy."

"Yes, got it."

With a flick of his wrist, Jiang Mu's spear became as pliable as a noodle and wrapped around his waist.

Is this also possible?

Tang Jinxian's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she even felt a little jealous.

"If those guys knew that you got such a good spiritual item, they'd probably go crazy."

Tang Jinxian smiled and gently patted the dust off Jiang Mu's shoulder from his shooting practice. "Let's go to the study first and talk business."

Jiang Mu traced the words "ghosts and gods" with his fingertips, but his mind was in turmoil.

They were naturally overjoyed to obtain the divine weapon.

But the painting that Qingyi saw yesterday made him feel depressed.

He had initially thought the painting was fabricated because he didn't have a spear. But now, with the Ghostly Spear in his hand, could the scene in the painting be a harbinger of the future?
Jiang Mu suddenly began to believe what the mysterious person had left on the note.

Or... should we hurry up and win over Yujuan-nee?

(End of this chapter)