Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

"No, I didn't... Ah!" Chai Xiaomi was distracted as she answered Jiang Zhiyu's question when her waist suddenly tightened.

The boy's hand, which was wrapped around her waist, suddenly tightened, his knuckles pressing against her most ticklish spot. A sensation of pain and numbness shot through her, and she gasped sharply.

At the same time, his blood-stained index finger pressed against her lips.

The slightly fishy, ​​warm touch sealed off all the words that were about to come out, forcing her to shut up.

"Why waste your breath on him?" Wu Li's voice was low and deep. "Didn't you hear me tell you to swallow it?"

The words were addressed to Chai Xiaomi, but her eyes glanced sideways at Jiang Zhiyu, carrying an unmistakable warning.

Jiang Zhiyu's back suddenly stiffened.

Wu Li's eyes carried an imperceptible chill, like frost clinging to a blade in the dead of winter, sharp and dangerous, as if he were about to collect Wu Li's corpse if he were to interrupt by even one more word.

Jiang Zhiyu's Adam's apple bobbed, then he shook his head inwardly. He was really judging others by his own petty standards. Although his younger brother always had a cold face and spoke harshly, he had never done anything to truly hurt him, yet he thought such things of him.

Perhaps he noticed something was wrong with Xiaomi's complexion and became flustered, losing his composure for a moment.

Moreover...

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly recalled the scene he had witnessed in Ribai. He remembered that Wu Li had taken out the Crimson Blood Silkworm from his body and given it to the Ribai clan chief, who had fed it with his own blood essence.

The witchcraft of the Gu clan is mysterious and unpredictable. Perhaps this blood can truly exorcise evil spirits?

Thinking of this, he also urged softly, "Swallow it quickly, Xiaomi."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his collar tighten suddenly.

Song Yueyao grabbed him and pulled him back half a step, whispering through clenched teeth, "Didn't you see Xiaomi's face is almost completely red? Staring at her like that, like you're watching a monkey show on the street! How can you treat a young girl like that!"

She had noticed it long ago: Xiao Mi's eyes were downcast, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her dark eyes were shimmering with tears, full of anxiety.

If it weren't for everyone's attention being focused on her, she probably would have swallowed that drop of blood long ago. Perhaps it was because of the embarrassment that she subconsciously picked up where Jiang Zhiyu left off.

Even being stared at while eating makes one uncomfortable, let alone such ambiguous behavior.

But this blockhead is as dull as a pig!

Jiang Zhiyu felt a little wronged after being scolded. He thought that Xiaomi's face was red from holding it in under the covers, and that he wasn't the only one who didn't notice.

Jiang Zhiyu was pulled aside and muttered under his breath, "Yaoyao, why are you only scolding me?"

He pointed behind him, pulling Yan Xingxiao down with him.

There's a burly man standing right there!

Yan Xingxiao stood by the bed with his arms crossed, his thick eyebrows furrowed, as if he hadn't fully grasped the undercurrents of the situation.

When Jiang Zhiyu pointed at him, he made a blank "hmm" sound and blinked, not understanding what was going on.

Despite this, he remained where he was and did not leave.

Just as he was about to ask Jiang Zhiyu what he meant by pointing at him, he suddenly felt an intense itch all over his body, as if ants were crawling all over him, running from his back all the way to his neck.

Yan Xingxiao's expression changed drastically, before he could even utter a sound—

"Hahahaha!"

The burly man suddenly burst into a loud laugh, as if pulled by invisible threads, dancing and gesturing around the room. He twisted his waist and slapped his legs, laughing so hard that tears almost streamed down his face, creating a comical scene that caught everyone off guard.

"..." Chai Xiaomi's lips twitched, and she turned to look at Wu Li. "Could he be...possessed by a ghost?"

Should we sprinkle some glutinous rice on top? Or perhaps we can pat it down with a pomelo leaf?

Wu Li lowered his eyes imperceptibly, and a wriggling centipede tail quickly retracted from his sleeve, disappearing into the folds of the fabric.

"Yan Biaotou has plenty of yang energy, how could he be possessed by a ghost?" He smirked slightly, a somewhat eccentric smile playing on his lips, but his gaze returned to Chai Xiaomi's forehead, where a thick, murky black mist seemed to float faintly. "Perhaps he just wants to dance a little. Look, isn't he laughing quite heartily?"

The girl's face, as pale as paper, had just blushed slightly, giving her a faint hint of life, but she still didn't look very good.

Everyone has three souls and seven spirits, but at this moment, her face clearly showed a hollow appearance, as if she was missing one spirit.

"But you," Wu Li's gaze lingered on her face, his voice low and slow, "don't you feel something strange inside you?"

Chai Xiaomi's eyelashes trembled.

"That brat has already crawled inside."

A young man's casual remark was as devastating as the dropping of a nuclear bomb.

Her pupils dilated, her eyes trembling as a horrified tear welled up in them, and she stammered, "I...my body...inside..."

Ahhhh, where's the glutinous rice?! Where are the pomelo leaves?!

Throw them all at me! Quick!

Chai Xiaomi unconsciously shrank closer to the boy's arms.

In her fright, she saw his eyes flash suddenly. The young man tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on her lower abdomen. He examined it carefully for a moment as if he had discovered something, before slowly raising his eyes.

A half-smile curved his lips, and his heterochromatic eyes shone with a beautiful yet cold light beneath his eyelashes.

"Didn't you always say you were pregnant?" he said meaningfully. "Congratulations, your wish has come true."

Wu Li curled the corners of his lips slightly, deliberately leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "It's inside your belly."

"Once it has absorbed all your vital energy, it will be able to be 'born' smoothly."

A smile gradually spread across his eyes, but he calmly observed her frightened expression, adopting an attitude of indifference as if it were none of his business.

He even tapped the edge of the bed with great interest: "While we still have the energy, why don't we think about the style of the coffin? Phoebe wood is thick and resistant to insects, cypress wood doesn't rot for years... Oh, right."

As if suddenly remembering something, he raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze drifting back to her face: "As your husband, I still have to personally handle your coffin placement, burial, and tombstone erection. These trivial matters still require my attention."

"Why don't you decide for yourself how you want the funeral to be held—simple or elaborate?"

There is indeed no such thing as true deep emotion in the world.

She was really about to break down.

Does anyone know?!

"Considering you're my first 'wife,' I think I should give you a grand funeral, at least to maintain some dignity..."

Chai Xiaomi wouldn't listen to a single word.

As if grasping at the last piece of driftwood, she suddenly grabbed the finger in front of her, still dripping with blood, and without thinking, opened her mouth and put it in.

Warm fingertips were suddenly enveloped by soft, wet lips and tongue.

She hastily and desperately licked the sweet, metallic taste from her fingertip, swallowing it with a drop of blood in her mouth, as if it were the only medicine that could save her life.

The boy beside her suddenly fell silent.

Ignoring all shame, Chai Xiaomi stuck out her tongue and carefully licked along the tiny crack on his fingertip, one stroke at a time.