Newlywed woman's corpse

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Wen Qiang had been here all morning. The sun was scorching, and he was parched, hungry, and exhausted, with not a penny in his pocket.

"I was just walking through a small grove of trees, and I've already encountered time travel! What kind of place is this?! Holy crap, what the hell!" Wen Qiang practically crawled to a small town, looking up at the people dressed in Republic of China era clothing and sighing to the heavens.

"Am I going to be the first time traveler to starve to death?"

Wen Qiang rubbed his stomach and looked at the passing crowd with a self-deprecating smile.

Wen Qiang didn't believe that Mao Zedong's money from the 21st century would be useful in the Republic of China.

"The Tu family is having a free banquet, let's all go and see."

"Is there some kind of happy event at their house?" No, his daughter died just two days ago. "Shh, don't talk too much, today is their daughter's wedding day, it's a wedding ceremony and the groom's introduction all at once." Wen Qiang was already excited to hear the crowd talking about a free banquet and eating for free, and he rushed over eagerly.

When Wen Qiang arrived at the Tu family's house, there was already a large group of people there, but the food hadn't been served yet, so no one ate, but they were all talking about it.

"Master Tu, please begin the banquet! We've been waiting for ages. Are you going to make us come for nothing?" a wealthy merchant shouted from below. The others joined in the commotion.

"Please calm down, everyone. My daughter suffered a misfortune a few days ago, wronged by someone. I, an old man, had to bury my daughter. It should have been a grand funeral, but yesterday she appeared in my dream. She was still unmarried when she died, and she was worried that I would be left alone without children to care for me. So she appeared in my dream to ask me to find a husband." The middle-aged, plump man on the stage, Master Tu, paused.

"Today, someone has volunteered to be my son-in-law, so I'm beginning the banquet. Otherwise, how can there be a bride without a groom?" As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd backed away. Who would want to marry a dead person? Besides, the woman's death was suspicious. She faked a hanging, and then some kind of retribution struck her. The cat was startled by the crow and pounced, knocking over the stool. She died unjustly. Those who saw that hideous face still trembled with fear; who would dare marry it?

Both black cats and crows were considered particularly ominous. The combination of the two was terrifying; everyone nearby was drenched in cold sweat.

Although the scene looked somewhat familiar, Wen Qiang didn't think much of it. As an atheist, he didn't care about gruesome deaths or strange occurrences. For the sake of his stomach, he stepped forward first.

"Since Master Tu is seeking a son-in-law, I, though unworthy, do not wish to keep you all waiting any longer. I wish to become your son-in-law." Master Tu looked up at the voice and saw a handsome man of medium height, with short hair, dressed in a Western-style suit, looking like an intellectual. He was overjoyed.

Who else could it be but Wen Qiang? Compared to the ugly ducklings around, Wen Qiang was outstanding. However, Master Tu felt a different kind of emotion. He would have accepted even an ugly duckling, but now a handsome, well-educated intellectual who had returned from studying abroad had appeared. If Jiaojiao were still alive, this son would have a good future, what a pity.

"May I ask where you are from, sir, and where you have worked?"

Master Tu asked, feigning concern.

"My name is Wenqiang, my hometown is in the Huguang region. I studied abroad a few years ago and only returned home this year to visit relatives, passing through this place." "Good, good, then Wenqiang will be my half-son. My daughter, Tu Jiaojiao, would be very fortunate to know this in the afterlife." Master Tu said with great joy.

"Father-in-law, please accept my bow."

Wenqiang forced himself to bow to Master Tu, despite feeling uncomfortable.

"Good, good, son-in-law, no need for formalities. Everyone, please take your seats."

Master Tu's face was beaming with joy. He had originally planned to find that greedy, short, and stout security captain if no one else was available, but then a golden turtle appeared in his

life, although he might become a dead turtle soon. The group of people toasted and drank, enjoying themselves immensely. Wenqiang also ate with great relish. He only mentioned that he had been traveling a long way and was very hungry.

As dusk approached, it was almost time for the bride and groom to enter their bridal chamber. The guests had all left.

"Ah Cai, Ah Wang, aren't you going to escort the groom back to his room?"

Master Tu said to his two servants.

"Wenqiang, it's getting late. Get some rest. Ah, I'm getting old, I can't stay up all night. I'll head back to my room first," Master Tu sighed, turning to Wenqiang.

"Father-in-law, you flatter me. You're in your prime, full of vigor, not showing any signs of old age," Wenqiang replied with a smile.

"Wenqiang, get some rest. Don't wander around tonight. Spend some time with this young lady,

" Master Tu nodded with a smile, then sighed and left, remembering something.

"Please, son-in-law," Wang

Cai and Ah Wang said, pretending to lead the way.

Wenqiang followed the two men out of Fuyuan, walking further and further into the wilderness, where there was a small grove of trees.

"Hey brothers, where are we going?"

Wenqiang quickly asked. This was all so strange; wasn't this supposed to be a time for sleeping? Why were we in the middle of nowhere?

"Of course, I'll take you to see Miss,"

Awang grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Hearing this, Wen Qiang was startled, ready to finish off the two servants at any moment. Now, full of energy and refreshed, Wen Qiang could easily take on two or three people using modern folk martial arts techniques. In a life-or-death struggle, his success rate with a sneak attack would be even higher. When learning martial arts, Wen Qiang preferred off-stage grappling, throws, and ruthless attacks targeting vital points, rather than ring combat.

"Young master, don't misunderstand. Miss isn't staying with the master; we're just taking you there," Acai quickly said with a smile.

"I see,"

Wen Qiang said with a knowing smile.

Wen Qiang didn't want to waste this opportunity for wealth and status. He had inquired at the banquet and learned that this Master Tu was the richest man in the coastal area, even having connections with the Governor of Hong Kong—a man of immense influence here. Wen Qiang was just a nobody in modern society; he didn't want to waste the chance to climb the social ladder.

However, the atmosphere among the three cooled down because of this incident; their laughter and chatter ceased, and it was unclear whether Awang's words were intentional or unintentional.

The three arrived at a barren wasteland, devoid of vegetation and the sounds of birds and insects.

Awang and Acai pulled open a hidden door in the ground of a grave, revealing a small underground passage.

"Young master, please enter the bridal chamber,"

the two said, exchanging a glance.

Wenqiang didn't hesitate; he was only after wealth and status, and sleeping with corpses for a few nights was nothing.

Wenqiang entered, and the two quickly closed the hidden door. Fortunately, the room was well-ventilated, so there was no fear of suffocation.

Inside the grave, there was a room the size of an ordinary bridal chamber, decorated with large red double happiness characters. A female corpse, dressed in a bright red bridal gown and with a red veil, lay on the bed.

Wenqiang, seeing that it was essentially a bridal chamber, didn't pay much attention and drank a few cups of wedding wine from the table.

"I wonder what Tu Jiaojiao looks like. How can she be my wife in name only?" Wen Qiang pondered as he walked to the bedside and lifted the female corpse's head.

The corpse was deathly pale, with a hint of fierceness and malevolence in her eyes. Clearly, she was a spoiled, arrogant young lady who thought she was the most important person in the world. There were ligature marks on her neck.

"You won't be sleeping in the bed tonight,"

Wen Qiang muttered, covering his nose.

It was midsummer, and although Tu Jiaojiao hadn't been dead for long, her body already emitted a faint odor, which was still noticeable despite the incense covering it.

Wen Qiang hugged Tu Jiaojiao's body; it felt soft to the touch, but it was much heavier than a living person.

After a while, Wen Qiang finally shoved his wife into the wardrobe.

He collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Wen Qiang had a bad sleeping habit: he liked to fidget or hug something, whether it was a blanket or a pillow. He had at least eight or nine different sleeping positions, making his sleeping posture quite varied.

Just as Wen Qiang was half-asleep, he felt something extra in his arms; it was soft to the touch, but he didn't pay much attention. A few meters later, he suddenly woke up with a start, a thought flashing through his mind:

"Damn, there's someone in the grave?!" "What the hell?"

Wen Qiang stared at the female corpse on the bed, sweat beading on his forehead, at this unbelievable scene. How did she get out of the closet?

Wen Qiang still didn't believe a corpse could just walk out on its own.

"Damn it, it must be Wang Cai and his friend playing a prank, trying to scare me to death? Pah!" Wen Qiang cursed inwardly.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Wen Qiang frantically knocked on the hidden door, the sound carrying outwards. Wang Cai

and his friend, sleeping on the grave outside the hidden door, immediately woke up.

"Hey Ah Cai, this...this can't be...something happened, can it?"

Ah Wang stammered, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"How...how would I know?"

Ah Cai wasn't much better off.

"Should we...should we go back?"

Ah Cai said hoarsely.

"Going back now will definitely get us beaten to death by the master. Why don't you answer?" Ah Wang knew that Master Tu was all-powerful, and anyone who dared to disobey him would die a miserable death if caught.

"Why don't you answer?"

Ah Cai retorted, not to be outdone.

The two started wrestling and pointing at each other. The commotion grew louder.

"Damn it, it must be you two kids outside, whispering to each other. You didn't stay up all night, did you?" Wen Qiang, hearing the voices from behind the hidden door, felt a sense of calm but his anger intensified.

Wen Qiang roared, and the outside fell silent as if time had stopped. In the midsummer heat, the surrounding area was chillingly cold, and a chilling atmosphere rose from the two men's hearts. Even a tiny whirlwind swept past underground, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye, and even emitted a faint whooshing sound.

"Aunt, Aunt, is that you, Master?"

Awang couldn't help but answer.

"Nonsense, if it wasn't me, would there be someone else inside? What are you two doing, staying up so late, trying to amuse me?" Wenqiang roared angrily.

"No, it's the master who ordered us to stay here with Master and see if he needs anything." Wangcai and Awang were relieved to hear this.

"Get lost, you bastards, open the door now. I'll beat you to death." Wenqiang was furious. He had already been tricked by them, and now they dared to use his father-in-law to pressure him. He could tolerate this, but he couldn't tolerate it.

"The master said it would be half an hour later."

Acai smiled with relief.

"What kind of rules are you spouting? Are you trying to mess with me? 'Rules of conduct,' my foot! You two dare touch my wife? Did she just walk away on her own?" Wen Qiang roared angrily.

Wang Cai and his companion were terrified. Their new son-in-law wasn't putting on airs at all; he was clearly serious. A

chill ran through them. It was past four o'clock, but they couldn't see any birds.

Suddenly, two crows flew by!

A death knell!

But

then, a bizarre scene unfolded: the crows froze in mid-flight and plummeted to the ground, landing

right at their feet. Their bloodshot eyes blazed with hatred as they stared intently into the grave.

A chill ran through Wang Cai and his companion.

They knew the crows had indirectly caused, or rather, killed Tu Jiaojiao.

But they had also heard from the town's Taoist priest, Mao Dachu, that this was a resurrected corpse. Master Tu was a ruthless and wealthy man who had killed countless people. Rumor had it that the zombie was originally a good official, and even in his zombie form, he wasn't particularly harmful. The Celestial Master intended to spare him, but Master Tu, on his own initiative, took advantage of his unpreparedness and set him ablaze with the sun's fire, burning him to death.

Thus, his malevolent spirit remained, transforming into a crow to seek revenge on the Tu family. Unfortunately, Master Tu was unlucky, but he brought death to his daughter.

Wangcai and his companion stared at each other, their faces pale and stiff. After a long while, they ran away.

Hearing their footsteps disappear, Wen Qiang immediately took a nap on the bed, completely unaware that the strange smell emanating from Tu Jiaojiao had faded to almost nothing.

"It's so hot here, yet it's still so cold. How bizarre," Wen Qiang muttered, pulling the blanket over himself and shivering.

Finally, just before noon, the hidden door was opened.

"Where are those two bastards, Wangcai? Where did they go?"

Wen Qiang roared angrily as soon as the door opened.

"They went back to their hometown,"

the two new-faced servants replied with forced smiles.

"Where is their hometown? I'll skin them alive!"

"Master said their hometown is in the underworld. Once they go there, they can't come back. They disobeyed Master's orders and had to be exiled back." The voice was stiff and filled with fear.

"You two won't sneak in at night like Wangcai and his brother to mess with me, will you?" Wen Qiang sighed inwardly at his cheap father-in-law's ruthlessness, but asked casually.

"Of course not, we don't want to go back to our hometown."

The two shook their heads hurriedly.

Wen Qiang had nothing to do during the day. Several lackeys led him around, ostensibly to familiarize him with the business. While they were wandering around, cockfighting, and walking dogs, Master Tu had secretly sent people to pour the blood of Wangcai and his brother onto Tu Jiaojiao's grave. The grave mound slowly absorbed the blood as if it were alive, until there was no trace of blood or smell of blood left, making the servants tremble.

If Wen Qiang had been more observant, he would have noticed that this plot was similar to the plot of a certain zombie-themed video, but unfortunately, it wasn't.

Wen Qiang, who was strolling around, was quite observant. He noticed an old man and two children staring at him intently, and wondered what was going on as they approached. He figured there were plenty of lackeys these days, so what was there to fear about the elderly, weak, or disabled daring to plot against him?

"Master, why are you staring at that man? Look, he's coming over,"

a short, stocky man said to the old man.

"Old man, why are you staring at me? Have I offended you in any way?" Wen Qiang asked politely, noticing that although the old man was short, stout, and bald, his complexion was ruddy, his spirit was high, and he seemed upright, not like a petty scoundrel.

"Nothing much," the old man said, "it's just that your appearance is unusual, and recently you seem to have been surrounded by malevolent energy, yin energy, and resentment. If you have nothing to do, it's best not to wander around at night, and definitely not to stay outside alone. Stay away from corpses, crows, and the like." The old man spoke eloquently, while his two lackeys or apprentices quickly tugged at his sleeves, signaling him to stop talking.

"My name is Wen Qiang. May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"

Wen Qiang thought to himself, "So you're a wandering sorcerer." He still bowed respectfully, as the old man was not to be rude.

"I am Mao Dachu, a disciple of Maoshan. My master and I, along with my two disciples, fled from Beiping to escape the war." Seeing Wen Qiang's polite manner, the old man introduced himself.

"My master is a renowned ghost-catching master. If you have any problems, just go to him. He was the one who subdued the zombies in town last time." The tall, thin man beside him was quick-witted and immediately elevated his master's status.

As an atheist, Wen Qiang wouldn't believe it unless he had seen ghosts and zombies with his own eyes or had irrefutable evidence.

"I have important matters to attend to now, so I won't bother you any longer."

Wen Qiang couldn't very well just walk away, so he said a curt farewell.

"Here are ten silver dollars. Master, you can't just tell my fortune for nothing, so please accept them." Wen Qiang took out ten silver dollars from his pocket and handed them to Mao Dachu.

"It's just a face reading, sir, there's no need for that. Besides, I didn't see much of a problem. Your fortune is too peculiar." The old man raised his hand to refuse. "

Master, please accept them. We haven't even had dinner yet, and we still need to rent a place. Running a shop requires money. These ten silver dollars are a great help." The tall, thin man quickly snatched the silver dollars from Wen Qiang's hand when he saw his master was about to refuse.

"Thank you, sir. Please come again next time."

He said with a fawning smile, his smug expression making everyone laugh.

Wen Qiang said goodbye to the old man, ignoring the young man, and walked away.

"Strange, strange, such peculiar fortune telling, such strange fortune telling." The old man murmured, watching Wen Qiang's retreating figure, completely ignoring the scene of the tall, thin man and the short, fat man arguing over the silver dollars.

"Master, everyone's gone. What are you still looking at? What's so strange about that person?" The short, stout man couldn't help but ask, seeing his master's absent-minded expression.

"You don't understand. If three kinds of malevolent and evil energies converge in the Heavenly Court of an ordinary person, they will suffer a series of misfortunes and will undoubtedly die within seven days. In this case, it's more likely that demons are absorbing their yang energy. What's even more terrifying is that this person's astrological chart shows a blood-red aura, indicating that he recently caused the deaths of two people. He automatically filters out evil energies, and is immune to all evil influences, leaving no trace of any magic, and can even transfer his energy to others. How can such a person exist in the world?" Wen Qiang didn't hear any of this, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care. If this person said he had some connection with Mao Xiaofang, perhaps Wen Qiang would have noticed the cause and effect, and even understood the difference between his own and others'

constitutions. Three-dimensional and two-dimensional, three-dimensional beings and two-dimensional beings—can there be no difference? One exists on paper, in paintings and television, the other is real. Otherwise, why would a transmigration novel have such a wildly powerful cheat ability, or such heaven-defying luck? Could the consciousness of another dimension tolerate this? There was no other way; the golden Buddha wanted to overshadow the smaller temple, so the only option was to use the "golden finger" to diminish its power. Once inside, there was no going back. Did a half-three-dimensional being expect to return to the three-dimensional world? As

night deepened, urged on by those around him, Wen Qiang bought several roast chickens, liquor, and some late-night snacks before returning to the tomb.

The bright moonlight shone through the tomb onto Tu Jiaojiao's corpse, making her appear even more radiant and extraordinary, even somewhat bewitching. If it weren't for the chilling aura emanating from her body, one might mistake her for a living person.

The two servants guarding the hidden door dared not leave the area, fearing they would be sent back home. Despite the chilling winds that seemed to carry the cries of ghosts, the constant cawing and wailing sounds, like a desperate attempt to take their lives, the two servants failed to notice their own deathly pallor, as if they had just recovered from a serious illness. The midsummer weather only exacerbated their chill, leaving them shivering

. Inside the tomb, Wen Qiang ate roast chicken and drank liquor, seemingly unaffected. He only felt a slight chill, and was completely unaware that the beautiful corpse of Tu Jiaojiao behind him had twitched its fingers. An ordinary person would have been restless, unable to eat even the finest delicacies, their suppressed fear manifesting only in their food, unlike Wen Qiang, who enjoyed his midnight snack with ease. Although rumors circulated that Wangcai and his companion hadn't touched the corpse, most people would have felt uneasy, not even daring to approach Tu Jiaojiao's body. But Wen Qiang didn't care, thinking the two were just being stubborn when they said they were going back to their hometown. This is the terrifying aspect of atheists in the mythical and demonic world. What you dare not do, I dare to do. Mao Dachu, as a celestial master, possessed the ability to temporarily travel to the underworld and was deeply respectful of gods and Buddhas. If Wen Qiang were to say to the judge of the underworld or Mao Dachu, "The Jade Emperor is my grandson, " it would be unthinkable in the old society, especially given the frequent appearances of demons. After a hearty meal, Wen Qiang prepared to rest, but the female corpse on the bed remained uncomfortable, so he decided to drag her back to the wardrobe. Upon closer inspection, the corpse was completely different from the previous night. The deathly pallor of yesterday was gone; instead, her skin was smooth as jade, and her complexion was as vibrant as a peach blossom, lifelike as if she were alive. She felt incredibly smooth to the touch, but much colder than yesterday. If yesterday she was like warm jade, today she was almost cold jade. As the saying goes, "When you're full and warm... " Driven by lust, and seeing his beautiful new wife, Tu Jiaojiao was immediately aroused. As expected, Tu Jiaojiao bribed the underworld officials and obtained a method for resurrecting corpses from the judge, which she then presented to her father in a dream, falsely claiming that she could be resurrected in seven days. The old man, longing for his daughter, complied. However, the short, greedy captain of the guard team, who was also Tu Jiaojiao's fiancé, was ultimately coerced and tricked by the old man, who drained all the yang energy from the tomb, leading to his death. The short man was terrified on the first day, and on the second night, Wangcai and his companion blocked him in a secret passage, preventing him from escaping. He could only eat and drink excessively to bolster his courage. On the third day, he kindly persuaded the others to play cards in the tomb, but the other three were terrified by strange noises in the middle of the night, dropped their cards, and ran away, blocking the door behind them. Let that short, stout guy run out. On the fourth day, the short, stout guy froze. Seven days later, Tu Jiaojiao's vengeful spirit completely merged with her own corpse, refining the Xuan Yin Kui Corpse Technique. She became the invincible Corpse King. Originally, zombies were formed from the resentment of the dead, giving rise to intelligence. From this, it can be seen that zombies are different from the person in life. Basically, the soul has returned to the underworld, and the corpse, due to the resentment, has given rise to intelligence from the evil spirit that still remains in the body, becoming a unique existence with a second personality. Essentially, they are not the same person. The memories in the brain cells are naturally also read, and in order to completely sever all ties and relationships from the past, whenever the zombie comes out to harm people, the first person it kills is its closest relatives. Tu Jiaojiao naturally did not understand these things, but simply followed the method of refining corpses. As a result, Master Tu was naturally the second to be drained of his blood and killed by the resurrected Tu Jiaojiao. The first was naturally her newlywed husband, who tasted like crunchy chicken. So strictly speaking, Tu Jiaojiao is a corpse ghost, half corpse and half ghost. The vengeful spirit forcibly occupied the evil soul in the body of the nearly zombie, similar to possession of a corpse, of the same kind, the same body, and the same evil, Xuan Yin, Xuan Sha, and the resentment of life and death combined. It was simply outrageous and insane, although she was conscious, she was already crazy. If she hadn't been killed by heavenly lightning in the end, the ghost-catching master would have become a corpse, and the entire coastal area, including Hong Kong, would have become a ghostly dead zone... Of course, Wen Qiang didn't know this, but instead, his lust was aroused. A normal person would have wet themselves in fear at the sight of a corpse, but Wen Qiang in the 21st century had seen everything, what beasts had he seen? I've heard all sorts of rumors about sex and necrophilia. Besides, what's wrong with a nominal wife doing something? Besides, an emperor of the Great Yan Kingdom did it, that's one thing. Wen Qiang rummaged around on the table for a while, then picked up a thin piece of silk, not for any other reason than to prevent infection. After all, it's a corpse, and there's no condom right now. Tu Jiaojiao isn't some slut or a promiscuous woman. Reversing the relationship after resurrection is impossible; she'd be more like a crunchy chicken—she even bit her own father to death. The protagonist doesn't have any charm system halo to add... "Yes, otherwise I wouldn't have almost starved to death. People don't love or hate without a reason." Tu Jiaojiao was a spoiled young lady in life, and after death, she felt her father had wronged her, disapproving of her relationship with Qiu Sheng. She even developed feelings for Qiu Sheng's devoted female ghost, her hatred overflowing, all of which contributed to her untimely death. Now, even though she was merging with the evil spirit within her, she could still sense her surroundings. Seeing her cheap husband begin to undress her, she felt a mix of emotions. In the dim light, Tu Jiaojiao's body shone with a jade-like luster, even a slight blush. What shocked Wen Qiang even more was that Tu Jiaojiao was a "white tiger"—her lower body had no pubic hair whatsoever. This was truly remarkable for Wen Qiang; others in this era would have been terrified. The eerie and sinister nature was compounded by the "white tiger" symbolizing malevolence. Wen Qiang picked up the silk cloth, wrapped his penis, and tried to insert it. The opening was so small; could Wen Qiang, with his almost novice level of experience, possibly succeed?

Wen Qiang's left hand wrapped around his aroused, erect penis, while his right hand spread open the entrance beneath Tu Jiaojiao's corpse, revealing a pinkish-white vaginal opening.

"Damn, this is too small! How am I supposed to get in?"

Wen Qiang was dumbfounded, staring at the opening, which was even smaller than his little finger.

"Whatever, she's dead anyway, I'll force it in no matter what." Without thinking twice, Wen Qiang thrust into Tu Jiaojiao's vagina.

Although Tu Jiaojiao couldn't move, she could feel it, wishing she could bite Wen Qiang to death right now, but she also felt a strange sensation spreading throughout her body. As for the pain in her lower body and the resentment of the torture she would suffer in hell, it was nothing compared to that.

"Anyway, she hasn't been dead for many days, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Wen Qiang said, simply throwing off the silk cloth and thrusting his erect penis inside. Although he didn't get in, the strange stimulation on the glans and the pleasure from the neurons gave Wen Qiang even greater stimulation.

At this moment, Wen Qiang didn't even notice that Tu Jiaojiao's body trembled and her fingers twitched.

As Wen Qiang's penis gently entered and exited Tu Jiaojiao's vagina, it began to secrete pre-ejaculate. With lubrication, the penis penetrated deeper. At this moment, Wen Qiang endured the slight pain in his glans, feeling greatly encouraged. The vagina even secreted vaginal fluid, but Wen Qiang didn't notice. With several layers of lubrication,

Wen

Qiang took a deep breath and thrust his penis in.

The narrow vagina almost made Wen Qiang ejaculate instantly.

After penetrating, he didn't immediately begin a brutal thrusting. Instead, Wen Qiang took a breath, resting to reduce the stimulation. A few drops of blood flowed from the vaginal opening, proving that Tu Jiaojiao's virginity had ended.

Tu Jiaojiao finally breathed a sigh of relief; after all, this guy's rubbing against her was extremely unpleasant. Tu Jiaojiao felt a strange sensation in the area where the hot penis was located inside her vagina, like a kitten circling around, making her unbearably itchy. But at this moment, she couldn't move on her own. This feeling of wanting to live or die made Tu Jiaojiao even more uncomfortable, a feeling that she wanted to give up the fusion with the evil spirit within her. But how could he let such an opportunity slip by?

The vagina was cool and dry, offering little stimulation to Wen Qiang's penis, which even began to shrink due to the cold.

Wen Qiang couldn't resist; looking at her smooth, jade-like body, he grasped her firm, full breasts with both hands. Lust surged within him, his hormones raging uncontrollably, and his penis instantly swelled and burned, ignoring the cold vaginal environment.

Wen Qiang began thrusting. Without lubrication, it was dry, but the vagina was still soft flesh, not ice; the unique stimulation was something his hands couldn't provide.

"Splash, splash,"

the sound of water began to flow. Although Tu Jiaojiao was dead, she was now half-dead, her soul returned to her body, and she had consciousness, able to sense her bodily functions. She naturally felt the pleasure transmitted by neurons to her brain, and her revived brain naturally sent commands to her body to secrete love fluid.

A strange, unprecedented pleasure surged through Tu Jiaojiao's heart.

Although Tu Jiaojiao's body remained motionless, Wen Qiang continued his vigorous thrusting.

His hands rubbed and kneaded her breasts incessantly, deforming them, then returning them to their original state, indulging in the urge to masturbate.

The dry, cold vagina lacked the burning stimulation of a living person, but it allowed him to last longer.

Each time his penis penetrated, it felt like entering layers of fleshy buds, as if both pushing against him and drawing him in. Wen Qiang was overwhelmed with pleasure.

He didn't know how long he had been fucking, but the pleasure slowly began to build up. As the peak of pleasure gathered at the head of his penis, Wen Qiang increased his thrusting speed.

As the pleasure gathered at the head of his penis faster and faster, Wen Qiang's penis became numb and tingling, almost reaching its peak. He grabbed Tu Jiaojiao's thigh and pressed it against the tomb wall, which gave him a moment of respite, further prolonging the time before ejaculation.

Taking advantage of the pleasure, he frantically fucked Tu Jiaojiao's corpse-like vagina. Just as the pleasure was about to reach its peak again, a sudden coolness emanated from the vagina, wetting the head of his penis. Stunned by this, Wen Qiang could no longer hold back, and his semen instantly erupted into the vagina and shot into the cervix.

"Ah!"

Tu Jiaojiao couldn't hold back any longer and let out a hoarse cry, her body still trembling slightly as she savored the lingering afterglow of her orgasm.

Wen Qiang's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this; his penis, still erect after ejaculation, had almost shrunk from the shock.

"Damn it, you bitch, you scared the hell out of me!"

Seeing that Tu Jiaojiao didn't move, Wen Qiang assumed it was just a nerve current reaction and cursed loudly.

"I'll fuck you to death."

Wen Qiang took advantage of his still-hard penis and began to thrust violently, his previously somewhat limp penis becoming as hard as iron again.

Perhaps it was the short intervals between thrusts, or perhaps Wen Qiang felt that suppressing the sudden fear in his heart with his powerful strength was particularly stimulating, that he felt he could fuck even a zombie to death, that even a cannibalistic zombie would be as obedient and docile as a cat under his crotch, that even a raging flood or a demon would groan beneath him.

At this moment, Wen Qiang felt a surge of pleasure, his ecstasy intensifying.

As Tu Jiaojiao felt waves of pleasure, she was overjoyed to feel the astonishing yang energy emanating from the semen within her uterus.

"The Profound Yin Corpse Demon Technique is inherently extremely yin and evil; now it's rapidly transforming into a Profound Yin Corpse Ghost. Once it drains this person's yang energy, it will advance to become the Nine Yin Profound Fiend Undying Corpse Demon," Tu Jiaojiao thought with a cold laugh.

The area around the tomb grew even colder. Such an anomaly would have revealed this place to a ruthless corpse-raising ground if a wise person were

to pass by. The servants guarding outside, preventing Wen Qiang from escaping, were certainly not wise men; they only sensed the extreme evil of the place, the chilling coldness, and the darkness as if a greedy beast were coldly watching them.

The two men turned even paler, as if they had just recovered from a serious illness. But if they didn't want to return to their hometown, they would have to die in the tomb while guarding their short-lived son-in-law. Unfortunately, they didn't know that Master Tu had already reserved their lives as food for Tu Jiaojiao.

"Tsk tsk, not bad at all. Good food and drink provided, and a beauty by your side. So comfortable." Wen Qiang touched Tu Jiaojiao's naked corpse, feeling its cold, soft, and slightly elastic skin, and smacked his lips in admiration.

Having had sex with her for so long, Wen Qiang was too lazy to put Tu Jiaojiao back in the wardrobe, so he simply held her and fell asleep.

"I heard that during the Ming and Qing dynasties, many people would kill young girls and seal them in wax for their own pleasure. They're said to be the earliest inflatable dolls. Should I seal this cheap wife up too?" Wen Qiang drifted off to sleep, lost in thought.

The moonlight shone brightly, and his heart pounded with unease. Under the moonlight, the fingernails of a naked woman slowly grew to half a foot long, completely unaware of the sleeping man holding her beside her. Once

Tu Jiaojiao's fingernails had grown to their full length, sharp teeth began to grow from her mouth, gleaming coldly in the night.

"Cluck cluck cluck,"

with a rooster's crow, the sharp teeth in Tu Jiaojiao's mouth slowly retracted from the tomb, and a new day dawned.

"Master, why are we putting up all these talismans everywhere? It's ten silver dollars! We can't just waste it like this. We haven't paid the rent yet, and we haven't had a single customer in the past few days, not counting that 'benefactor'." Qiu Sheng, who was helping Mao Dachu put up talismans at each house, turned around and asked.

"I know, I know, Master, it must be some kind of buy-one-get-one-free discount promotion," the short, fat Wen Cai chimed in.

"I told you to work harder, but you don't take it to heart. Sigh, I wonder who will inherit my craft in the future." "Didn't you notice that everyone in the town has black hair on their foreheads? And it's like dark clouds covering their heads, black with a reddish tinge. I wonder what kind of calamity has caused everyone in this town to suffer an irreversible bloodbath. I only figured out that the calamity is somewhat related to the Tu family, but I don't know the specifics." Mao Dachu said with a grim face.

He wondered what kind of ghost or monster was so ferocious. You know, ghosts and monsters usually harm people individually; it's rare for a ghost or monster to massacre a large number of people. Because all humans possess yang energy, and this yang energy is even more potent when people are concentrated in a crowd. Even ghost kings rarely venture into towns with large populations; they tend to slowly erode them.

Whether it was Mao Xiaofang back then, or other celestial masters, grandmasters, and Taoist priests, it was rare to see ghosts or monsters breaking into homes and harming people when they exorcised evil spirits. The grievances always had their perpetrators,

and the debtors had their accomplices. Mao Dachu, while directing his two disciples to set up the celestial master's corpse-extermination talisman, was also pondering the method of using talismans to summon lightning and the exorcism experience of past Taoist priests.

Mao Dachu looked up at the bustling crowd on the street, but the people under the dark clouds seemed not to be living people, but rather a group of dead. A chilling sense of dread washed over him.

"Isn't this Taoist Priest Mao? Starting work so early? What's with all those talismans plastered everywhere?" Wen Qiang greeted Mao Dachu and his disciples, yawning and eating breakfast early in the morning.

"So it's Mr. Wenqiang. I'm setting up the Celestial Master's Corpse-Extermination Talisman here... It contains the arrangement of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, forming a complete celestial layout. And this method..." Wenqiang watched as Mao Dachu started talking about this stuff without stopping, spitting everywhere.

Wenqiang automatically distanced himself from Mao Dachu, treating it like a lullaby; anyway, there were no computers or TVs here, so it was incredibly boring.

Just then, a clear day with white clouds stretched for miles, when suddenly dark clouds rolled in, and the sun began to disappear. "Ah?? Why is it getting dark?" "Yes, what's going on?" "Look! A celestial dog is eating the sun!"

Countless townspeople began to discuss.

Suddenly, a shrill female voice came from the sky!

"Hehehe, everyone must die!!!"

The voice was filled with boundless resentment and hatred.

"Oh no, folks, everyone hurry home and close your windows and doors!"

Mao Dachu shouted hurriedly in the street.

Mao Dachu was somewhat well-known in the town, and everyone rushed home upon hearing the news, though the crowd was in complete chaos.

"Didn't expect to encounter a solar eclipse. Lucky you!"

Wen Qiang completely ignored Mao Dachu's worried and anxious expression.

"Mr. Wen Qiang, it's dangerous here. We should hurry back and close the doors and windows," Mao Dachu quickly said.

"It's just a normal solar eclipse. I just bought some sesame cakes; would you like to have a few to calm your nerves and enjoy the eclipse?" Wen Qiang's wicked joke left Mao Dachu and his two disciples speechless.

"Forget it, I'll go back to the rooftop, eat while watching the eclipse, and see what kind of demons and monsters appear," Wen Qiang interrupted Mao Dachu as he was about to say something, then turned and left.

"These old charlatans love to pull these kinds of tricks,"

Wen Qiang thought to himself, but didn't say it aloud.

"Master, what should we do?"

Wen Cai asked Mao Dachu.

"Hey, what else can we do? He's asking for it, what does it have to do with us?" Qiu Sheng said nonchalantly.

"You can't say that! He's a big customer! A money-making machine!"

Wen Cai, the short, stocky guy, quickly retorted.

"Let's go to the Tu family! The Tu family servants didn't let us put up any talismans, and Mr. Wen Qiang doesn't believe us at all, let's leave that aside for now. That evil spirit must have gone to the Tu family. The Tu family is currently filled with malevolent energy; something bad might happen. Let's go quickly." Mao Dachu was a man full of justice; despite his animosity towards the Tu family, he didn't want to see demons harming people.

"Such a strong smell of blood, damn it?!"

Wen Qiang returned to the Tu family and saw corpses everywhere, entrails flying everywhere, some bodies torn to pieces.

Wen Qiang stepped into the Tu family, looking at the scene of blood flowing everywhere. Besides feeling disgusted, he had a huge question: How do we destroy the Tu family's wealth?

"Did Jack the Ripper time travel? Or is that guy from Saw here?? What the hell caused these wounds??" Wen Qiang squatted down, carefully examining the corpse, muttering to himself.

"Thump, thump, thump,"

came the sound of a round object rolling.

"Who?"

Wen Qiang's hair stood on end at the sound. Even with his thick skin, he would be extremely attentive in such a gruesome scene.

The rolling object was none other than a human head! Next to the head were a pair of delicate white feet, and above that, a pair of long, shapely legs, a slender waist, and a bright red wedding dress.

"Jiaojiao? You're not dead?? Why did you kill your father?? Holy crap, what's going on?!" Wen Qiang suddenly felt completely overwhelmed.

"Wen Qiang, isn't this what you've always wanted? That old bastard always wanted you dead; he was just using you. And you were a nuisance. Isn't this what you wanted?" Tu Jiaojiao's ferocious face smiled, a twisted beauty about her.

Or rather, it was pathological, at least that's what Wenqiang thought.

"Ahem, Jiaojiao, are you saying your father-in-law wants to kill me? This? And why didn't you tell me? We could have discussed it together, if it didn't work out, we could have talked. How are we going to clean up

this mess now?" Wenqiang felt it was truly tragic. His wife, whom he had just married, was a serial killer who had slaughtered her own family. She was utterly depraved. "Darling, don't worry, no one here will know, including you!" Tu Jiaojiao's sexy red lips suddenly revealed two sharp fangs.

"Where did you buy those fake teeth? You're such a grown man, still playing with childish things?" Watching Tu Jiaojiao walk closer, Wenqiang didn't care and reached out to touch her fangs.

"Darling, can't you face reality? I'm not human." Tu Jiaojiao chuckled softly.

"Of course you're not human, you even killed your own father!" Wenqiang grabbed Tu Jiaojiao's neck and said viciously.

"Of course, I like it. I also think that old guy is in the way, but your method is too radical." Wen Qiang turned around and grinned lewdly, grabbing Tu Jiaojiao's full, white breasts and kneading them until they were deformed.

Tu Jiaojiao felt a strange sensation in her chest, remembering the intense exercise every night, and felt a little wet down there.

"Aren't you afraid I'm a zombie?"

Tu Jiaojiao's body went limp as she leaned into Wen Qiang's arms, choking his neck as she asked breathlessly.

"Even if I were a zombie, such a beautiful zombie, I wouldn't let it go." Wen Qiang replied while his hands groped Tu Jiaojiao's shapely, pert buttocks.

"But I want to be with you forever."

Tu Jiaojiao said coquettishly.

"Then let's be together."

Making love with a female serial killer in a bloody, demonic scene was a unique kind of thrill, and Wen Qiang answered without much thought.

"Don't you regret it, darling?"

"Only a fool would regret it, darling, don't say anymore." Wen Qiang was no longer satisfied with his lustful desires; his right hand reached inside Tu Jiaojiao's breasts and began to knead them.

Tu Jiaojiao's fangs snapped into Wen Qiang's neck.

In this world, another pair of doomed lovers were taken...

[The End]

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