Chapter 1: The Nether Husband is Fierce (1)

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, I woke up, it was the seventh day in a row.

In my dream, there were always a pair of hands stroking my body. The cold big hands were stroking my smooth skin inch by inch, brushing across my neck and shoulders, lingering on my chest, and slowly slid down my lower abdomen.

A trace of cold and ambiguous breath brushed by my ears. When those hands touched my privacy, their body felt a terrible numbness...

No matter how scared I was, my body could not move, and I could only feel this strange fear in the darkness over and over again.

The hands were so teasing that they pressed and kneaded lightly or heavily again and again, making me unable to help making a sound, a little cold and softness slipped into the corner of my lips, a little entangled, and a little invaded.

In the hazy state, a low voice said in his ear: "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine in a while."

The tearing pain was like Lingchi, sharpening the tender flesh and blood with one knife.

I used blood to lubricate, tear it inch by inch, and it took me again and again, and the long torture made me feel so painful that I was about to faint.

Before my consciousness fell into chaos, I faintly heard a sigh in my ears.

This is just the beginning, and I don't know when it will end...

My name is Xiao Qiao, Mu Xiao Qiao, the daughter of the Mu family, and—

Sacrifice.

From that day on, I often repeat the fear of that night in my dreams, and the pain cannot dissipate even after I wake up.

My father said that it was a blood alliance, and the alliance reached with the Yin people with the blood of the virgin. The so-called Yin people are actually ghosts in the underworld.

Our family is different from ordinary families. It is a family that is free from the edge of ordinary society.

There are people in the family who are masters, some who are masters, and there are also people in industries such as forensics, funerals, etc.

My father is the eldest son and grandson, so he naturally inherited his ancestral property - running a small antique shop.

Some things that are old and are tainted with yin energy will be dealt with, purchased, and then sold to those in need.

Mu family, Tomb family.

I even suspect that my great-grandfather crawled out of the tomb, which would cause the entire family to be dragged down by this surname.

And I am the one who was dragged down the worst.

The year I was born, my family changed and many people died inexplicably. Most of them were promising backbone elements in various industries of my family.

Grandpa said that our family is contaminated with dark objects all year round, which will inevitably disrupt the order of the underworld. This is when people settle the scores in the autumn.

On the day I was born, lightning and thunder were roaring, and the yin and yang were disordered. My mother suddenly broke the amniotic fluid at home in the middle of the night. Her hometown was not far from the hospital in the county. However, the storm and rain that day triggered mountain torrents and destroyed a bridge that had been around for hundreds of years. So I could only leave my fate to be born at home.

Fortunately, my grandmother is experienced. After I cried, my great-grandfather picked up a blood jade ring on the table of the ancestral hall.

The ring was dark red and looked like solidified blood, and no one knew where it came from.

Grandpa shook his head and sighed, saying nothing.

Later, when I was sixteen, I was sent to the "bed" in the cellar of my ancestral home.

It is said to be a cellar, but in fact everyone in the family knows that it is an empty tomb of a prince.

The cold stone coffin and wooden coffin are my happy bed.

After that nightmare-like "white joy" incident, the family suddenly became calm and there was no accident again.

And my identity as a sacrifice has continued to this day.

Because of that night, I was regarded as an alien in the entire family, as if I was a ghost, and everyone was afraid of me and disliked me. The ring that I had hung on my chest for eighteen years was said to be the betrothal gift left by the Yin man who had sex with me.

Ghost marriage is a matter between two yin people, and almost everyone thinks I will die that night.

However, I survived. Although I was seriously ill, I did have a heartbeat, body temperature, and shadows.

After that, my dad brought me from my hometown to my side. I lived with my dad and my brother. It was calm on the surface, but I was often awakened by nightmares at night.

My brother is a medical student. He always pestered me to ask what happened that night. It was hard for him to imagine having sex with a ghost.

Recently, this nightmare has become more and more intense, and every time it wakes me up, at a loss at the darkness of the room.

Because of the dream at night, I had a split headache. I was always distracted during the day, but I still had endless spring dreams at night.

And today, those hands feel particularly clear.

This touch is no longer a dream, but is no different from the night two years ago, cold and real.

"Xiao Qiao, my wife..."

He stroked my body over and over again, his hands familiar with the way, and his slender fingers stroked the sensitivity everywhere with some scrutiny.

The cold hands lingered repeatedly on my chest and lower abdomen, and finally slid towards the numb part of me. The cold and oppressive feeling was overwhelming, making me tremble all over and recall the pain and fear of that night.

I felt his hands reaching into my body, not very patiently expanding, and shame and fear made my whole body tremble and tense.

This tension did not relieve the pain. As his cold body leaned over and entered, I was so painful that my whole body was trembling.
Chapter completed!