I am Xiao Qiao (2)

ily sends someone more capable, these ghosts will have no choice but to go to the underworld and face punishment…” Mu Yunliang spoke with almost an impassive expression.This is when it hit me – this w...I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid.

When I woke up, there was no one in the room.

Only the lingering traces of a sultry atmosphere remained in the room, yet I hadn't even seen his face.

I was stunned for a while, propped myself up, and any movement sent a sharp pain through my lower back.

All of these reminded me, he was here, this wasn't a dream, it was the continuation of that night two years ago.

The phone on the bedside table rang, and I hurriedly swiped to answer it. It was my brother's voice: "Xiao Qiao, open the garage! Dad got hurt!"

My heart skipped a beat. My dad and brother went out of town to handle something tricky, they wouldn't be home for the next two days, how could they get hurt!

I stumbled out of bed, my legs weak and trembling. I landed hard on the floor with a thud.

The feeling of humiliation was overwhelming, a sourness rising in my gut and every fiber of my being.

I wiped away my tears hastily and ran downstairs to press the garage door opener.

My house is a three-story courtyard building located on a commercial and cultural street. This is a unified planned commercial district, and a building like this would cost several million yuan.

But my father's not short on money, our family has always been involved in "shady" businesses, we're well-off.

It's just a shortened lifespan.

My brother drove in his dusty jeep. I saw him and my dad covered in mud and dried bloodstains, and I couldn't help but feel afraid.

"Xiao Qiao, don't be afraid, quickly go prepare some hot water, the hotter the better." My brother commanded me as he carried our father upstairs.

This situation is rare, and we don't know what kind of accident they encountered.

I was standing in the kitchen heating water. Because I was extremely tired and my mind was racing, I accidentally burned my hand, and a blister formed on my right hand.

But I didn't have time for that, so I hurried upstairs with the hot water to see my dad.

My dad's condition is very bad. He tightly closed his lips, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shook his head at me silently without saying a word.

My brother understood what Dad meant and kicked me out of the room.

I sat on the doorstep, hearing shrill screams coming from inside, like the agonizing cries of an animal being slaughtered.

I buried my head in my hands, while everyone else's 18th birthday was a time of youthful freedom and wild rebellion.

Why must I endure the invasion of a demon, to spend every day in the company of horror and gloom…

That night, he came again.

Fear and resistance were useless. No matter how much commotion I made, my brothers downstairs couldn't hear me.

And he seemed to take pleasure in overcoming all my resistance, not just in bed, but desks and windowsills became his battlegrounds for subduing me.

I can feel pain, I can feel helplessness.

You can also feel his icy chest and solid arms.

But I dared not open my eyes.

He leaned in close to my ear, and as I dodged, my cheek brushed against a cold, hard mask—the kind from the Taoist temple, with its wide-eyed glare, green face, and fangs.

"...How is your hand" That cold voice rang out, and at the same time, icy hands gripped my chin, forcing me to answer.

"Hot, hot..." I closed my eyes, shrinking under him.

That all-encompassing chill enveloped me, inescapable and with no way to retreat.

He didn't speak again, only, before I could bear it no longer and was about to faint, he lightly licked my wounded hand with a cold, soft tongue.

The next day, my father sat in the yard basking in the sun. The reason he couldn't speak last night was because he had a copper amulet in his mouth.

As soon as he saw me, he smiled and said, "Finally you can speak! I almost suffocated from holding it in."

This old geezer, does he think words are more important than life

I managed a strained smile, but my eyes were stinging with unshed tears. Every smile threatened to bring them on.

"Little Qiao, what's wrong Your face looks so pale" My dad noticed that my complexion was off.

I thought to myself, this husband of mine is so fierce, every time I think I'm going to be tortured to death. Maybe he really came here to kill me.

It's just that the way they killed me was rather special.

Then, with the blood pact and dowry in place, wouldn't the next step be for me to die and become a spirit to complete the marriage ceremony

Thinking that I was going to die, I said in a self-defeating way: “Dad, he’s here…”ooked, evil path, unable to be with youI stood here lost in thought, starving with an empty stomach and a knot of frustration in my chest, feeling extremely uncomfortable."There's still plenty of time...