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

Chapter 108 Body Swap

Zhou Gangxun got up, put the diary in his pocket, and went back to the hospital.

He smoked one cigarette after another in the car, his hands trembling with rage.

When they arrived at the hospital, Yang Siyan was already waiting outside the ward.

He was wearing a faded black coat, his trousers were patched and had loose threads, and his gear was wrapped in a tattered cloth on his back. He had calculated that he had to dress poorly to keep a low profile.

Yang Siyan paused noticeably as Zhou Gangxun walked towards him. "You... have many causal threads on your body."

He had heard his uncle talk about Zhou Gangxun and his wife, something like frequently encountering ghosts and murder cases. Seeing him in person today, it was indeed true. He might not see ghosts, but it was hard for him not to encounter murder cases.

Zhou Gangxun swallowed hard. He didn't understand what Yang Siyan meant, so he asked bluntly, "Have I done so many bad things that have affected my wife?"

"Why do you say that?" Yang Siyan said with a blank expression, dispelling Zhou Gangxun's idea. "From what I see so far, there is a sick ghost in your wife's body that occupies her body and takes away her life. However, his birth chart is incompatible with your wife's, so he can't be used. He can only be like a vegetable."

"As for your wife, her soul is outside; you must call it back."

"Calling back the soul is only the first step; we still need to remove it from the body." Yang Siyan looked at Zhou Gangxun, without revealing the fact that Zhou Gangxun and the sick ghost's birth charts were compatible, but he seemed to have already foreseen the outcome.

Looking at Ruan Zhijuan in the ward through the glass, Zhou Gangxun said without hesitation, "Use my body as bait to get him to come out."

He said in a low, guttural voice, "You need me to die, don't you?"

Yang Siyan was taken aback by Zhou Gangxun's decisiveness. Even though he could tell from Zhou Gangxun's appearance that he was a picky but very devoted and loyal person, he was still shocked to hear it with his own ears.

He asked, "You love him very much?"

Zhou Gangxun didn't answer, but looked at his sleeping, beautiful wife for a long time and said, "Two months ago, I had a dream that my wife would conspire with someone else to kill me."

"But you didn't believe me," Yang Siyan confirmed.

"Hmm, I can't believe it." Zhou Gangxun never said that in the plot he saw, besides his death, there was also Ruan Zhijuan, his wife who was deceived by those bad men after leaving him and became addicted to drugs. It was very, very bad.

So as long as he lives, his foolish wife will live.

"You did the right thing." Yang Siyan nodded affirmatively, crossed his arms, and struck a pose of profound mystery as a master, saying, "What you saw may have been the originally predetermined course of fate, or it may have just been a worrying but not necessarily real concern."

"Whether you harbor resentment and let this happen, or try to change things and turn things around, which path you choose and what the outcome will be, all depends on you."

Who can truly see the nature of fate? Perhaps things will change in the next minute, even if we are in this one.

"You probably haven't found your wife's birth chart, otherwise you would definitely have asked me to calculate it," Yang Siyan suggested. "Would you like me to calculate yours?"

Zhou Gangxun thought for a moment and said, "On April 13, 1975, I wanted to know about my marriage with him."

Yang Siyan was already used to it. This Zhou Gangxun was a born romantic. At this time, he didn't ask about his own life or death, but about his marriage. He calculated with his fingers and said, "You and your wife had a predestined relationship in your past life, but due to various reasons, you were unable to cultivate this relationship. The relationship has not ended, so you will definitely have some entanglement in this life."

"But whether it's a tragic or a happy relationship, like the dream you mentioned, it's up to you to decide."

"Hmm." Zhou Gangxun took a deep breath, staring greedily at Ruan Zhijuan. "Hurry up and call his soul back into his body. The longer his soul is separated from his body, the harder it is for it to return. I don't want anything to happen to him."

Yang Siyan looked at Zhou Gangxun, whose body was covered in black and deathly aura, interspersed with wisps of faint golden light. He was destined to be rich and noble, but he was burdened by evil karma.

He carried karmic debts that were not his own, but his creditors did not want him to die.

Therefore, death is inevitable and unavoidable, but it is also accompanied by a glimmer of hope.

……

Ruan Zhijuan got off the bus halfway to the hospital. He didn't know why, but he just really wanted to go home, to go back to the home he shared with Zhou Gangxun.

Sigh, how come he died at the age of nineteen again?

Ruan Zhijuan was unhappy. With red eyes, she ran home with her head down, only to find the door of 601 wide open.

"Ruan Zhijuan..."

Zhou Gangxun's voice came from inside. He closed his eyes and lit incense at the newly added incense and candle holder in the living room, muttering, "Lin Dazhuang, Ruan Zhijuan, wife..."

Just like in my dream, except the sound was muffled by a layer of mist in my dream, but now it's finally clear.

So Zhou Gangxun was calling him.

But how did Zhou Gangxun know that his name was Lin Dazhuang?

"Zhou Gangxun, I'm here, but you can't see me..." Ruan Zhijuan replied with a pout, her eyes red as she ran through the water to Zhou Gangxun. He couldn't make the "drip drip drip" sound anymore.

"What should I do, Zhou Gangxun? Are you scared? I... this isn't the first time I've died. It's okay, it's okay. Don't cry, don't be sad... everyone... everyone will come to this point..." Ruan Zhijuan was just comforting Zhou Gangxun, telling him not to cry, but her own tears kept falling.

He sobbed, his words broken, "Zhou Gangxun, I didn't really want to die either. I didn't mean to leave you behind. I... I can't bear to part with you..."

"Husband, waaaaah, husband..."

As if sensing something, Zhou Gangxun, who was burning incense with his eyes closed, looked at him. His eyes were red, and he jokingly said, holding back his tears, "Wife, are you back? I think I can smell your sultry scent."

"Zhou Gangxun, are you sick? Waaaaah, you're still saying I smell bad at a time like this..." Ruan Zhijuan was so angry that the snot bubbles from his tears burst. He pouted and reached out to touch Zhou Gangxun, but unsurprisingly, his hand passed right through Zhou Gangxun's face.

"I can't touch you anymore," Ruan Zhijuan said aggrievedly. In just a short while, more and more water had accumulated at his feet.

Zhou Gangxun could neither hear Ruan Zhijuan's words nor see her, but he could see that there were some small puddles on the floor of the house and that his wife was dripping water.

It must be very cold.

Zhou Gangxun lowered his eyebrows, swallowed hard, and cut off his reluctance before saying to Yang Siyan, "We can begin."

He looked at Ruan Zhijuan and coaxed her, "Wife, I'm going to the bathroom. I'll see you soon. Be a good girl and wait for me here. When you hear me, step in the water."

Suddenly, the small puddle on the ground moved.

"Hmm, good girl." Zhou Gangxun approached the puddle, estimating Ruan Zhijuan's body outline, and reached out to hug her loosely. "Wife, don't be afraid, and... remember I love you."

After saying that, he stepped into the bathroom.

Ruan Zhijuan stood there, stunned, still feeling the warmth of Zhou Gangxun's body on his skin. He slowly blinked his reddened eyes. Zhou Gangxun had just... said he loved him.

Why did he feel so upset when he heard that? His heart felt heavy, as if something bad was about to happen.

Ruan Zhijuan looked towards the bathroom and then noticed that there was another person in the living room. However, he ignored Yang Siyan in the living room and followed him to the bathroom door.

He pressed his face against the blurry glass of the door, sniffling, and peered inside. "Zhou Gangxun, did you go to the bathroom again? Or did you take a shower? Why do you have to take a shower at a time like this... I, I'm not scared... I just want to look at you, not your butt... just you... husband..."

I can't see anything.

Ruan Zhijuan tried to squeeze in, but she couldn't get in...

The bathroom was covered with talismans by Zhou Gangxun. Ruan Zhijuan could not enter without his permission. After he died, Yang Siyan would cast a spell to let the sick ghost possess his body, and Ruan Zhijuan would immediately return to his body.

He gave her enough money, and Yang Siyan would guarantee his wife's safety afterward.

As for the rest, we'll see if he can outmaneuver the sick ghost after he becomes a ghost.

If not, kill him. He won't allow any other filth to occupy his body or get close to his wife.

Zhou Gangxun sat on the edge of the bathroom, in a spot that was easy to clean, deliberately keeping a distance from the bathtub that Ruan Zhijuan liked. He was afraid that if he got too close, Ruan Zhijuan would be traumatized and unable to take a proper bath in the bathtub in the future.

Zhou Gangxun put Ruan Zhijuan's mint green underwear into his pants pocket and cut his wrist with a knife.

Blood quickly flowed out, silently staining the ground red... and flowing into the sewer.

Inside the living room, Yang Siyan's chanting began, the chanting so drowsy that it made people drowsy. Zhou Gangxun felt himself getting colder and colder, his consciousness began to blur, and his vision gradually turned white.

Suddenly, a blinding white light pierced his eyes.

After a long while, Zhou Gangxun squinted and opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the 601 he should be in; everything around him was unfamiliar.

then……

He saw... Ruan Zhijuan as a child.