Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 110 Give My Body Back to My Husband

On the other side, in room 601.

Ruan Zhijuan, who was peering out of the bathroom door, panicked when he heard Yang Siyan chanting incantations. He wanted to shut the man up and tell him to stop.

Is Zhou Gangxun afraid of him and wants to send him away?

Ruan Zhijuan's lips drooped, and she silently shed tears, feeling wronged. It's okay, it's okay. Zhou Gangxun was just frightened. Don't blame him, and don't hate him.

He's already dead, and has become a beautiful water ghost, so it's normal for Zhou Gangxun to do this.

But when Ruan Zhijuan thought about that bastard Zhou Gangxun, who might marry a new wife in the future and spend the money that should have been spent on him, doing laundry, cooking and serving other people, he felt unhappy, very unhappy.

He's a big bad guy now, can't you take Zhou Gangxun away?

Zhou Gangxun can't even take care of himself. He's hard of hearing, has presbyopia, and has trouble walking. When he becomes paralyzed, will anyone else take good care of him? They'll definitely abandon him and ignore him. They might even bully him because he's urinating and defecating, and they'll pinch and hit him. Ruan Zhijuan hates that.

But Zhou Gangxun is only twenty-seven years old now, and he can live for a long time to come.

Ruan Zhijuan knew what death felt like; he had died twice already, and it was not pleasant.

"Fine," Ruan Zhijuan pouted, her eyes red and moist as she hummed, "Zhou Gangxun, I won't let you get away with this... You might as well live a long and healthy life, you bastard, you stinking bastard..."

As she was cursing, a sudden, intense dizziness made Ruan Zhijuan almost unable to stand, and she vomited a large amount of lake water because of the discomfort in her stomach.

When Ruan Zhijuan opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom. His body was no longer wet and had returned to its usual dryness. The chanting in the room had also stopped.

The calm was as if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare he had.

But Ruan Zhijuan was already someone who had seen many ghosts. He hurriedly ran out of the bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom, where he saw a large expanse of red inside the bathroom.

Zhou Gangxun sat leaning against the wall, amidst that sea of ​​blood, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Before Ruan Zhijuan could even process what was happening, his body immediately began to gag, tears welled up, and his heart felt like it had been smashed to pieces by a blunt object—it hurt so much.

It's more painful than if he died himself, more painful than if he were sold off. It's so painful.

Ruan Zhijuan couldn't breathe, and tears streamed down his face. He wanted to go to Zhou Gangxun's side.

But his leg seemed to be broken; it was so heavy that he couldn't lift it at all.

She could only crawl over on her hands. Soon, Zhou Gangxun's blood stained Ruan Zhijuan's body. She cried even harder, cursing in aggrieved voice, "Zhou Gangxun...you are really the worst person in the world. I will never be friends with you again..."

He stopped beside Zhou Gangxun and carefully touched his body.

Zhou Gangxun's body grew cold, just like in his dream.

So much blood, it must hurt so much.

Ruan Zhijuan touched Zhou Gangxun's pale, bloodless face and asked Yang Siyan, who was also in the bathroom, "Is he dead? How should I hold his funeral? He didn't teach me."

"I'm his wife, should I be buried with him, or should I be burned for him...?"

Yang Siyan, who was about to answer, was stunned when he heard the second half of the sentence. This was the second time he had been speechless because of this kind of taken-for-granted life-and-death situation. He had never thought that Zhou Gangxun was like this, and that his wife was like this too.

Especially since Ruan Zhijuan was clearly pampered by Zhou Gangxun, how could she say something like burying him alive and burning him alive?

The husband sacrificed himself to save his wife's life, and the wife committed suicide because of her husband's death.

No wonder it was a destined connection.

Yang Siyan touched his slightly numb scalp and told Ruan Zhijuan about the current situation, "Your husband Zhou Gangxun is not dead, but his soul has left his body. I have already stopped the bleeding for him, and the ambulance is downstairs."

"But next, his body may be taken over by another ghost at any time, and he will fight with this ghost for his body."

"We need to help him win."

……

In July 2002, the day before Ruan Zhijuan was evicted from the Ruan family home, at midnight.

On the third floor of the Ruan family's house, several oil lamps were placed in the four corners, casting a gloomy, bluish light inside.

On the altar in the very center is a black coffin, buried by the Ruan family nineteen years ago, containing the baby hair, nails, and placenta of little Ruan.

Beside her was Ruan Zhijuan, who had been drugged and was unconscious, her body curled up on the sofa.

Standing in the room were the Ruan family couple, the real young master Ruan Xingyue, and Kuang Yehai, who had been killed by Zhou Gangxun in the future.

Zhou Gangxun touched Ruan Zhijuan's face, then looked up and stared intently at Kuang Yehai.

Kuang Yehai, who was arranging talismans, suddenly stopped and looked toward Zhou Gangxun's location as if he had a premonition. He felt a strong killing intent that chilled him to the bone.

A demon, a demon that has haunted the Ruan family for nineteen years.

For nineteen years, he had set up formations and pasted talismans, but none of them worked. This ghost was too vengeful and burdened with karmic debts. If he confronted it head-on, it would only backfire and drag him down with him.

We could only let him be and find a room on the third floor to burn incense and make offerings for him.

Kuang Yehai frowned, calculating with his fingers, but he couldn't figure it out. Something was probably going to go wrong today.

We can only take it one step at a time.

He opened the coffin, and a black and red aura, like smoke, immediately billowed out. The centipede and scorpion tail inside the coffin seemed to be resurrected by the aura, writhing incessantly.

Kuang Yehai grabbed the dark red evil soil from inside the coffin, scattered it in a circle around where Ruan Zhijuan was, and began chanting incantations to steal her fortune and luck.

"Dig out the roots of good fortune, extract the source of blessings..."

Then, blood-red blood flowed from the longevity lock hanging on the red rope around Ruan Zhijuan's waist. As if he were being consumed by a nightmare, his body began to tremble, and he frowned and sobbed softly, tears sliding down his cheeks.

Zhou Gangxun bent down and wiped away his tears, his gaze falling on the gold longevity lock around Ruan Zhijuan's neck.

This was bought by the Ruan family.

It turns out it was meant to harm his wife.

Zhou Gangxun pulled the gold lock off. He saw it when Ruan Zhijuan climbed into bed. He thought it was too small, so he threw it away and replaced it with the solid lock that his wife was wearing on her waist now, which he bought by weight.

It was probably because it was too heavy that his wife tied it around his waist.

Suddenly, Zhou Gangxun felt a piercing pain in his chest, as if every inch of his body was being torn apart, as if his bones and tendons were being pulled out. He gritted his teeth, swallowing back the muffled sounds of pain.

Perhaps it's a case of things reaching their extreme and then reversing; when the pain reached its peak, the body began to deceive itself, allowing Zhou Gangxun to still have the strength to force a smile, "It's good that it's not his wife who has to suffer like this."

He had long ago guessed that this was how he would eventually disappear.

He would never allow Ruan Zhijuan to have her life force taken away; it would only be him who would be taken away. So, for the past nineteen years, every trick they used on Ruan Zhijuan was used on himself instead.

Yang Siyan said that he has many karmic lines on his body.

It is said that he carries karmic debts that do not belong to him, but the creditors do not want him to die.

So in addition to being robbed of his life, the backlash also fell on him.

He was burdened with the karmic debt of the Ruan family stealing Ruan Zhijuan's fortune, and the creditor who didn't want him to die was his wife, Ruan Zhijuan.

The veins on Zhou Gangxun's body bulged, his ears began to bleed, and then he went blind...

He wiped the blood seeping from his ear with his fingers, his mind clear as he connected all the events: the Zhou family went bankrupt and was acquired by the Ji and Ruan families because his destiny had been taken away, and he was now bearing the consequences.

In the dream after his bankruptcy, his organs were emptied, his body festered and festered due to infection, he was cut up alive without anesthesia, and died a gruesome death... because of the backlash.

Everything has a reason.

Zhou Gangxun's body began to dissipate. He gave Ruan Zhijuan at this moment one last kiss, his eyes red as he looked at the Ruan family and Kuang Yehai, who had committed so many crimes. He would settle scores with them one by one and make them suffer a terrible death.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the windows of several adjacent rooms in the villa shattered, and the four oil lamps were instantly extinguished, plunging the house into deathly silence and darkness.

Everyone was startled by this sudden change. Crouching behind the furniture, Ruan Xingyue, whose luck had been switched, asked tremblingly, "Master Kuang, is it... is the switch already complete?"

"I felt my body relax and feel warm, unlike the cold and chilling feeling I had experienced for the previous nineteen years."

Ruan Xingyue's joy was undisguised. Master Kuang had told him that the reason he died of bad luck was because in his previous life, he was born by borrowing someone else's luck, but in the end, he killed that person. That's why he had this fate in this life, and that person was Ruan Zhijuan.

Ruan Xingyue pouted in dissatisfaction. What did his past life have to do with him now? How could it be related to him? It was really annoying. Now that the troublesome person was dead, his good fortune had returned. What debt repayment? It was all bullshit.

"Yes, it's over." Kuang Yehai was saying when he suddenly coughed violently, blood gushing from his mouth. His body seemed completely exhausted, and he could only stand by holding onto the table.

Kuang Yehai frowned. Something was wrong. The evil aura in the room seemed to have dissipated, but a chilling feeling lingered behind him. So, had he just changed Ruan Zhijuan's fate, or...?

That evil spirit.

……

Room 601, midnight.

In the bedroom, eight mirrors were placed in a staggered pattern around the bed, and candles were lit everywhere. Red threads strung with copper coins densely surrounded the bed, and a sound would be made to warn any spirits that tried to enter.

Zhou Gangxun's wrist injury has been treated, and his vital signs are within the normal range.

Ruan Zhijuan sat on the bed, his face covered in red marks from crying, and kept watching over Zhou Gangxun. Every three minutes, he would touch Zhou Gangxun's heartbeat and check his breathing.

Zhou Gangxun's fingers suddenly twitched, and Ruan Zhijuan immediately stared at him nervously, "Zhou Gangxun..."

Zhou Gangxun's eyelids kept twitching, then his eyes suddenly snapped open, staring straight at Ruan Zhijuan. His face contorted into a strange smile as he called out, "Wife..."

Ruan Zhijuan suddenly felt a chill run through his body, as if the blood in his body had frozen. He was certain that this person was not Zhou Gangxun.

"Yang Siyan, come here quickly! A ghost! A ghost is coming!" He hurriedly called out to Yang Siyan outside the house, tears streaming down his face. His mind was filled with thoughts of Zhou Gangxun's body being taken over by an evil ghost. What would happen to Zhou Gangxun?

Ruan Zhijuan, for reasons unknown, tremblingly reached out and covered Zhou Gangxun's mouth and nose, her whole body shaking as she forcefully blocked his breathing, trying to suffocate him. She cried as she pressed down, "You...you're not my husband! Don't call me that! It disgusts me! I won't allow you to occupy his body...Get out!"

"Give my body back to my husband..."

"Otherwise, I'll kill you every time you show up... I mean it..."

Zhou Gangxun returned just then. He stood by the bed, his body still aching, when he saw his wife making threats at the ghost. She was clearly afraid of ghosts, her body was trembling violently, and her face was covered in tears.

Wow, baby, you're looking more and more like him!