About how my wife resurrected me as tentacles after my death.

the next day.

Sunlight streamed in through the small window and fell on Yu Wan's face.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

His scarlet eyes still held a dazed look, as if veiled by a layer of mist.

She stared blankly at the ceiling for several seconds before slowly regaining her senses.

Then she looked down at her chest.

There was a small cluster of purple tentacles curled up there, the tips of which rested on her collarbone, rising and falling gently with her breath.

Yu Wan's lips curved slightly into a smile.

He lowered his head again and kissed the little tentacle.

[Experience points +0.5]

"Good morning, A-Yuan," she said softly, her voice still a little hoarse from just waking up.

Chen Yuan didn't react; he was still asleep.

Yu Wan kissed him again.

There was still no response, so she rubbed her face against it again.

The tiny tentacle retracted slightly and then remained still.

I did stay up too late yesterday.

Especially... when I was taking a shower last night.

Thinking of this, Yu Wan's face flushed slightly again.

She nuzzled Chen Yuan again, then gently lifted him out of her collar.

The tiny tentacles swayed softly in her palm.

The tips of the tentacles drooped, lacking even the strength to curl up.

"Ah Yuan is so cute..." Yu Wan said softly, then carefully placed him on the table.

Then cover Chen Yuan with the small blanket, leaving only a small section of the tentacle tip exposed.

Then she bent down and kissed the tip of the stem again.

[Experience points +0.5]

"Ah-Yuan, sleep a little longer," she said softly. "I'll go make breakfast."

Chen Yuan's tentacle tip twitched slightly, as if in response, and then remained still.

"Pfft... Pfft..."

Yu Wan smiled and turned to walk towards the washroom.

.......

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Her long, silvery-white hair was neatly tied up, revealing her fair neck.

She swapped her old T-shirt for that black hoodie with a large hood that covered her entire face.

Yu Wan looked at it for a few seconds, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

I'm going out today, to the black market.

.......

In the kitchen, cooking some noodles is enough.

The pot was bubbling and steaming, and the white steam rising up blurred her face.

She stirred it with her chopsticks and added a little salt.

They served it out in two bowls: one large and one small.

She placed the small bowl on the table next to Chen Yuan.

"Ah Yuan, dinner's ready."

Chen Yuan peeked out the tip of her tentacle from under the blanket and groggily picked up the spoon.

suck.

[Energy replenishment +0.2]

[Experience points +0.02]

It's still the same efficiency, but I'm used to it.

Yu Wan sat down, ate a few bites, and then looked up at the window...

After finishing breakfast, Yu Wan tidied up the dishes and then took out a cloth bag from the cupboard.

There were two things lying inside.

One of them was a small bronze bell about the size of a palm, its surface covered in rust and engraved with incomprehensible runes.

There were dark red marks on the bell, like blood that had dried for a long time.

The other item was a bull's head bone, carved into a strange shape, with dark red bloodstains on its surface.

These two items were chosen by her from the altar in the basement.

It's neither the most valuable nor the most conspicuous.

It belongs to the category that looks a bit eerie, but it's not like it's unsellable.

That way, even if they are traced, they won't find anything.

In short, it's about testing the waters first.

Yu Wan wrapped the two ceremonial objects in old cloth, put them in her bag, and zipped it up.

Then she walked to the table and picked Chen Yuan up from it.

"Ah-Yuan, we're heading out."

Chen Yuan shifted twice: Okay.

Yu Wan tucked him into her collar and put him back in that familiar spot.

Then he put on his hood and opened the door.

........

A corner of the western part of the city.

This place is different from the east, south, and north of the city.

At least in those areas, there are Alliance patrols that occasionally pass by, streetlights that break will be repaired, and trash will be collected.

But the west side of the city is a place the alliance doesn't bother with.

The houses were dilapidated, and the streets were full of potholes.

There are all kinds of stalls on both sides of the road, selling all kinds of things.

Old parts, second-hand weapons, and drugs of unknown origin.

Yu Wan lowered her head, her hood completely covering her white hair and small face.

She walked through the stalls to a small shop.

The convenience store was dilapidated, with several empty cardboard boxes piled up at the entrance and a layer of dust on the glass counter.

Inside sat a thin, old man wearing reading glasses, reading a yellowed comic book.

Yu Wan walked over and placed two point coins on the counter.

The old man glanced at her, then at the two coins, before turning around and pushing open an iron door in the corner.

Behind the door was a narrow, dark staircase leading downwards, where one could barely see the steps beneath their feet.

Yu Wan walked down.

The staircase was long and winding, and it got darker and darker as you went down.

After walking for about two minutes, a glimmer of light appeared ahead.

This is an underground street.

It's very big, and also very old.

Above us was an arched concrete ceiling with some old light bulbs hanging from it.

There were all sorts of stalls and shops on both sides, selling everything imaginable, and the goods were much better than those at the small stall in the west of the city.

There were quite a few people.

There were hunters wearing old combat uniforms, merchants wrapped in black robes whose faces were obscured, and several men and women wearing masks, huddled together furtively talking.

Yu Wan found an open space.

She sat down, placed the cloth bag on the table, and unzipped it.

Two ritual objects were brought out.

The bronze pendulum is on the left, and the bull's head and animal bone are on the right.

She tugged at her hood and continued to hide herself in the shadows.

Then I started to wait.

......

People came and went in the underground street. Some walked past her stall, but only glanced at the two items before quickening their pace and walking away.

The bloodthirsty aura emanating from these two items could not be concealed.

The dark red marks on the bronze bell and the bull skull clearly indicate where they came from.

So people only dared to glance at it from afar before quickly walking away.

They also knew that this level of item was not something they could touch.

People are the same.

People who can produce something like this are not people they can afford to mess with.

So Yu Wan quietly set up her stall for a long time, but not a single person came to ask about the price.

Chen Yuan nestled against Yu Wan's chest, feeling a bit suffocated.

He peeked out from under his collar.

The underground street was dimly lit and bustling with people. He glanced again at the two items on Yu Wan's stall.

The bloodstains on the bronze bell are very conspicuous, as are those on the bull skull.

Chen Yuan withdrew her gaze and tucked it back into her collar.

But just as he pulled back, a pair of feet stopped in front of the stall.

"How much is this monster?"

Yu Wan raised her head.

Standing in front of the stall was a middle-aged man.

He was in his forties, wearing a dark black robe made of good quality fabric, not the cheap kind.

A smile played on his face, neither too deep nor too shallow.

He stood there, his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the two ritual objects on the stall.

But he wasn't looking at the bronze bell or the bull skull.

"Not for sale." Yu Wan said coldly, "There are only two ritual objects, twenty points in total."

The man was already preparing to leave.

But when he heard that it was only 20 o'clock, he stopped and turned around.

Twenty points to buy a ritual artifact of this caliber? Are you kidding me? This top-tier bloodthirsty item is worth at least a thousand points.

Is this how wasteful you are?!

"Twenty points?" he repeated, his gaze sweeping over the two ceremonial objects before settling on Yu Wan's face, which was hidden by her hood.

"I want it."

He spoke very decisively, without haggling or hesitating.

He pulled a points card out of his sleeve.

The money arrived at 8 PM.

Yu Wan didn't move, and the man didn't rush to take anything either.

He took a business card out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Yu Wan.

"My name is Li Song, and I am the manager of the Li family's shop."

He paused.

"If you have any goods coming to the black market in the future, feel free to come to me, whether they're white or black."

Li Song looked at her for a few more seconds, but seeing that she didn't speak, he didn't care.

He smiled, reached out and picked up the two ritual objects on the table, wrapped them in a black cloth, and tucked them into his sleeve.

Until we meet again.

He turned and left.

With a measured pace, they quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Yu Wan remained seated until his figure was completely out of sight before she reached out and picked up the business card from the table.

I glanced at it.

The words "Li Family Shop - Li Song" were printed on it.

Below is a line of address and contact number.

She turned the business card over.

There's nothing on the back.

He put the business card in his pocket, then stood up, packed his bag, put on his hood, and turned to walk towards the exit.

It's almost noon, I need to go back and cook for Ayuan...