Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 62: Ghost!

The sky gradually darkens as the bright lights come on, and the stars are obscured.

A cloud slowly rolls in, covering the bright moonlight, and snowflakes start to fall again.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!

From the adjacent room, a hauntingly beautiful sound of a zither emerges, punctuated by playful noises from another chamber.

Li Qingmu and Long Yue had fallen asleep to the soothing zither music, awakening to find the neighboring room silent.

"Tok, tok, tok!"

The sound of a wooden clapper echoes from outside; it is already the third hour of the night.

"Creaaak—"

A door gently opens; the room is silent, except for the steady breathing, and two faint candle flames flicker beside the bed, revealing two men and two women lying inside.

Their clothes are disheveled, sprawled intertwined, appearing chaotic.

Li Qingmu notices Qian Yi lying on the outside, his mouth moving in sleep, his face slightly flushed—perhaps from the heat?

He sneers coldly, gradually moving closer.

He extends his hand to strangle the other’s neck.

He doesn’t squeeze hard immediately but does it gradually, letting him feel the suffocating sensation.

"Mm..."

Qian Yi struggles to breathe, grunts, and tries to turn over, but the suffocation grows worse, forcing him to struggle.

"Mm, mm, cough cough... help..."

He instinctively cries out, then notices the pressure on his neck lessen slightly and quickly opens his eyes.

In the dim candlelight, a ghostly pale face appears before him: disheveled hair, hollow sockets, dried blood stains on the face, with hands covered in fresh blood, dirt, and broken skin...

Qian Yi sees the face, freezes momentarily, then widens his eyes in horror!

"Aaaah—ghost—"

The piercing scream jolts those nearby from sleep, and Young Master Feng, hearing the cry of "ghost," panically rises, shouting, "Someone, come quickly!"

Qian Yi dizzily observes Li Qingmu’s ghastly white face, scared witless, then turns to see Young Master Feng calling out.

But to him, that is not Young Master Feng, but Li Qingmu’s vengeful spirit!

Because Young Master Feng is covered in blood, disheveled, just like what he saw earlier!

This is Long Yue’s handiwork!

She smeared chicken blood on them while they slept earlier!

"Ah, Li Qingmu, you’re not dead? No, how could you not be dead? You fell off a cliff, there’s no way you survived... ghost, yes, you’re a ghost, you’ve come to take revenge on me, no, why are you as a ghost coming after me? Go reincarnate, hurry up, want me to send you off? Ah, haha, I’ll send you off!"

Qian Yi truly panics, convinced Li Qingmu must be dead, so seeing him appear before him, scared to death, he instinctively lunges forward to choke him.

"Die, go die, hurry up, don’t come after me, go die, die die die!!!"

"Ah, help, mm—"

Poor Young Master Feng, waking up bewildered only to suspect there’s a ghost, then suddenly having Qian Yi lunge at him to choke him.

He calls out, trying to fight back, but Qian Yi is now deranged, with immense strength, and Young Master Feng, who frequently indulges in pleasures, doesn’t have much strength.

Before long, he is foaming at the mouth, eyes rolling back, on the verge of death.

"Ah, Young Master is covered in blood. Someone wants to kill Young Master!"

"Mr. Qian wants to kill Young Master!"

The two serving girls finally snap out of it, quickly don a thin garment and frantically run outside while shouting.

"Help—someone wants to kill Young Master!"

Young Master Feng is a VIP at Yunshui Building, guarded by dedicated guards outside, and as soon as the girls shout, guards rush in.

"Protect Young Master!"

"Protect the master!"

"Bang!"

The door flies open with force as several guards burst in, immediately spotting Qian Yi straddling Young Master’s stomach, grimacing as he desperately chokes him, and Young Master is already near death!

"Shing!"

A gleam of cold light flashes, a guard without hesitation cuts off one of Qian Yi’s arms, and boiling hot blood gushes from the stump, splattering both Young Master and Qian Yi.

"Ah—"

A searing pain strikes, Qian Yi screams miserably, and another guard rushes forward delivering a kick, flipping him to the side, clutching the wound and crying out, "Kill him, he’s a ghost, why are you hitting me?"

He panics, not realizing his arm has been chopped off, only thinking he was punched.

But soon, cold gleams flash, and he discovers himself with swords crossed at his neck by guards.

In this moment, he finally regains clarity.

"No, no... aaah—"

The pain from his severed arm sears deeply, and Qian Yi screams wretchedly, feeling his vision blur with blood, clutching the wound as he stares at Young Master being helped to stand, completely dumbfounded.

It is Young Master, only covered in blood, appearing disturbingly tragic and terrifying, but indeed it is Young Master...

Oh my god, what have I done?

I actually tried to strangle Young Master?

He truly is an aristocrat!

This Young Master’s grandfather is Marquis Nanyang, Feng Huaiyuan, who once had meritorious service defending the Emperor, possessing military honors, and was awarded the title Marquis Nanyang with inheritance rights.

Yet his descendants remain unambitious, aimlessly wasting away, without achievements, lingering in Ling’an City.

But his grandfather is formidable!

That fiery-tempered Old Marquis Feng, if he learned I nearly strangled Young Master, wouldn’t he utterly destroy me?

Thinking this, Qian Yi disregards the pain in his arm, tearfully pleading for mercy: "Young Master spare me, I’m innocent, I’ve been framed, yes, someone framed me, Young Master..."

"Pwah! Qian Yi you bastard, nearly strangled me, cough cough... my throat still hurts... someone, stop his bleeding, don’t let him die, I want to slowly torture him to death, hmph!"

"No, no, mercy..."

Qian Yi pleads wretchedly, but it’s useless, as having walked through the gates of hell, Young Master Feng grieves him to the core, unwilling to spare him.

Immediately, guards step forward to treat his wound, then take him away.

However, as Qian Yi is escorted past a doorway, turning sees a disheveled face, one he knows well—it is Li Qingmu!

"Aaaah, ghost—"