rs Coins, these are my brother's most commonly used knocking methods. I followed his lead and tried it once.The moment the lock clicked open, a sinister and violent aura from within surged out, imposs...That ring was found by my great-grandfather on the ancestral altar in the ancestral hall on the day I was born.

He speculated that this was a sinister gift left for me as a wedding present.

When I was little, this ring was too big, so I could only wear it around my neck with a red string.

For so many years, I've been accustomed to wearing it. After he warned me, I tried putting the ring on my finger. In the end, it fit perfectly on my right ring finger. As soon as I put it on, it got stuck firmly between the bones and wouldn't come off.

I've worn this ring since birth. Even knowing it belonged to him, I can't bring myself to hate it.

The ring used to be entirely crimson, but now it's becoming increasingly bright and warm. The deep red is gradually fading away, leaving faint traces of blood clots behind. However, the shape is too blurry to make out what it resembles.

The next day my brother sent me to school. He is a fifth-year medical student, and his main task this year is internship.

But he helped his dad with work, and through behind-the-scenes connections, he found the director of a big hospital to help him secure an internship. Then he spent all day in the store helping my dad manage those strange and mystical items.

He went to school because he heard about yesterday's falling incident, and I was one of the people involved. The police called him this morning.

My brother has a wide network of contacts. That police officer is an acquaintance of his and said he would wait for me at the school to ask some questions.

"To be honest, your creepy husband didn't do anything wrong. Whoever messed with my sister-in-law, I would have killed them." My brother said while patting the steering wheel. "Of course, I'll be a bit more polite."

"Do you have a wife now" I asked darkly.

My brother shook his head and sighed, "It's too hard to find a wife in our line of work. Women are yin by nature, and constantly dealing with Yin objects can lead to an early death. Look at our mother..." He trailed off, then muttered, "I guess I'll just stay single."

"Brother, I could die young too." I reminded him. "If I die one day, take good care of Dad."

My brother frowned, reaching out to mess up my long hair: “Don't talk nonsense. I analyzed it, if your ghost husband wanted to kill you, he would have let you die two years ago to join him. Why go through all this trouble He must have other motives. Be patient, maybe he has already achieved his goal and left on his own.”

I wryly shook my head. Since the male ghost said it himself, I could only follow him until death.

"By the way, Xiao Qiao, what does your spooky husband look like Is he handsome"

I shook my head. "Never seen it. He was wearing a ghoul mask."

"Tsk, so mysterious... Was his voice nice"

“Sound What about sound” I asked curiously.

“You wouldn't understand, usually the real person behind a male god voice is an ugly, reclusive otaku!”

I was stunned, thinking to myself that it was over. His voice was clear and deep, and if it weren't for the icy tone, it would have been very pleasant to hear.

He must be a hideous monster, that's why he wears a spooky mask.

My brother is an optimist. Even though the family is so dark and heavy, he still enjoys himself playing the game of life.

Being with him, I難得ly smiled. These days, my face was about to stiffen up.

As the car passed by a pharmacy near the school, I quickly told my brother to stop. Then, I snuck in and bought some after-sex medication.

Near the school, everyone understands, the best-selling product is after-pill.

The sales assistant handed me a box of medicine with a blank expression, her eyes already numb.

It's been four days since the first time, I don't know if it's still too late to take post-exposure medication.

My brother stared blankly at me standing by the car, swallowing a pill. Then he hurriedly threw the medicine box into the trash can.

He suddenly reacted and asked, "You have no measures at all!!"

My face turned red!

You're discussing this with an obsessive man, no, a male ghost!

"Look at me stuttering as I get on the car," my brother frowned, "You can't take medicine every day! This stuff is bad for your body!"

I swallowed a pill, and my throat feels a bit uncomfortable, like I have a hand stuck in my neck. The pill is stuck in my throat and won't go down.

On my way to the small meeting room, I saw a hot water tank next to the restroom and hurried to tell my brother that I was going to drink some water.

My brother went straight into the small conference room to talk with the officer. As I was bending over to pour water, a cold body pressed against my back.

"You're brave," he said, his voice laced with danger.

I turned around and saw him standing behind me, radiating with cold anger.

He reached out and grabbed my collar, pulling me into the nearby restroom.

"You, you... what are you doing..." I looked at him in terror.

He threw me unceremoniously into a cubicle. His icy hand clamped onto the back of my neck, two fingers suddenly shoved into my mouth— Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!

"Woooo... Ugh..." My throat suddenly ached, forcing the unswallowed pill back up.

"You actually dared to take the medicine" He sneered, slamming me against the cubicle door. "Luckily I've been following you, otherwise you would have swallowed it."

"You... you're forcing me to do this, and now you won't even let me take my medicine!" I was angry too. This guy's behavior at night was simply outrageous.

What does it mean to flay the skin, strip the bones, and swallow whole

I've been bullied to the point of fainting by him one day after another, and he just doesn't stop!

“Force you” His voice held a hint of chilling coldness, followed by a self-deprecating sneer: “Fine, then let’s force it.”

Having said that, he reached out his hand—

This is the meeting room, there are hardly any people coming here, but, but this is a school after all!

"Don't... Don't! Please don't!" I trembled, truly afraid this time.

No matter how he torments me at home, it's still in my own room, on my own bed. No matter how humiliating or degrading it gets, only I know.

Now it's a public place...

"I... I won't take the medicine anymore, not anymore... Please..." My tears streamed down my face as I trembled, pinned beneath him against the door.

His angry breaths gradually subsided, and finally, he let me go.

At that moment, my tears came pouring out. I crouched on the floor by the door, hugging my shoulders and shaking uncontrollably.

He crouched down, reached out and cupped the back of my head, tilting my face up.

Mu Xia Qiao, remember this, you are my wife in name only. You must fulfill the duties of a wife.

I closed my eyes and nodded resignedly.

"I have a lot to do in the human world, and you are my proof of existence. You can't die; live well for me, understand"

I nodded again, tears wetting my cheeks.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.

"Finally, protect all of this..." He placed his hand over my stomach.

I opened my eyes and looked at him, a little confused.

He let go of me, his voice returning to its coldness and indifference: "If you fulfill my request, I can promise you that after the matter is settled, you will be able to live a peaceful life alone, and I will never appear before you again."

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