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

Chapter 46 Zhou Gangxun, are you possessed by a ghost?

Zhou Gangxun slowly shifted his gaze away from Ruan Zhijuan, lowered his eyes, took a mop from the bathroom, stood in the living room, and forcefully rammed it into the center of the ceiling above.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The walls emitted a dull echo, and the scratching sounds from the interlayer grew increasingly rapid, even harsh, causing restlessness and unease.

"Bang—Bang—"

The skeletal body jerked away as if startled, violently colliding with the four walls, the short, heavy thuds making one's temples throb.

As Zhou Gangxun listened to what was inside, his face darkened. It wasn't a rat running around; something was dragging its body inside... crawling, something much larger than a rat.

But it won't be a person.

The dull thud suddenly turned crisp, and the cement wall was pierced through. With a loud "boom," the ceiling collapsed, leaving a large hole about one meter wide.

There were no rats, and... nothing at all.

Ruan Zhijuan, pinching her nose and clutching her underwear, came running over with her head held high. She stared wide-eyed at the large hole in the ceiling. d(´⊙∀⊙｀), Zhou Gangxun... he demolished the house?

How much money will he have to pay? His 20,000 yuan is just gone like that...

No, this can't be fixed.

"Zhou...Zhou Gangxun, you...you hit me gently, my heart hurts..." Ruan Zhijuan said, clutching her chest in anguish, when she suddenly felt a strange itch on the top of her head.

He raised his hand and touched it, his fingers touching something strange—a toe?

Why does it have toes on its head?

Ruan Zhijuan looked up in confusion and saw a pair of dark feet hanging above his head.

The owner of the feet was a woman, hanging by her neck, her face hidden, from a wooden beam in the hole. Her legs swayed vertically, attacking and hitting his head.

Size 36 feet.

Stop kicking... Stop kicking... Waaah...

Ruan Zhijuan backed away with her eyes tightly closed, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch the spot where Zhou Gangxun had just been. "Zhou Gangxun, did you see that... there's a woman hanging above me... why... why is your body so cold... do you have a cold... sob sob... what's wrong with you..."

Ruan Zhijuan tentatively opened one eye and found herself holding a bluish-black dead man's arm. She then opened both eyes wide, screaming, "Ah ...

He yelled and shook off, then pounced on Zhou Gangxun on the other side, riding him on the saddle, shouting, "Ghost! Run!"

Just as he was about to successfully drive the "Zhou Gangxun" away, Ruan Zhijuan was caught off guard and met a "black" face. The female ghost appeared straight in front of him, right next to his face.

"Waaaaahhhhhh—Don't go this way!!!" Ruan Zhijuan grabbed Zhou Gangxun's hair with both hands, "Turn around! Turn around!"

Hair: It's falling out! | lil! | (lll´+д+)っ……

Zhou Gangxun's scalp tightened from the pulling, his brows furrowed so much they couldn't be furrowed, but his mischievousness didn't diminish in the slightest. He smirked, "Hmm? Which way?"

As he spoke, he took another half step in that direction.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! It's on! It's on! Ahhhhhh... Hiccup." Ruan Zhijuan suddenly stopped talking, buried his head in Zhou Gangxun's body, and didn't move.

After a few seconds, he weakly spoke, "Zhou...Zhou Gangxun, I...I think I peed..."

After being forced to urinate by Zhou Gangxun and then urinating in his pants out of fear, he has now skipped all the "middlemen" and urinated directly on Zhou Gangxun.

"Hmm." Zhou Gangxun confirmed in a cold tone, "You peed on my hand, it's not just a feeling."

He lifted Ruan Zhijuan's bottom, weighed her in his hands, and said, "Finish peeing, hurry up."

Ruan Zhijuan: ? He's such a dog...|•ˇ₃ˇ•。 ) .

His eyes were red and his lips were pursed. His legs were still twitching from fright. How could this happen? Wasn't being scared by the female ghost enough? How could there be a shameless Zhou Gangxun on top of that? (╯°Д°)╯

"No! No! I was just scared, I wasn't in the toilet!" Ruan Zhijuan shouted, trying to sound brave, then sniffed and said a little guiltyly, "It...it shouldn't smell like anything...I wash my bottom every day..."

Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, his eyes reflecting her current wretched appearance. "What does this have to do with whether you wash your butt or not? I'm not going to eat your butt."

"What are you saying?! Ahhhhhh!! Who asked you to eat my butt?! Ahhhhhh, you shameless person!!" Ruan Zhijuan raised her hand, her face flushed, and slapped Zhou Gangxun across the face.

Zhou Gangxun tilted his head slightly, touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy.

It's just like disciplining a disobedient dog.

Zhou Gangxun sneered, opened his mouth, and bit down on Ruan Zhijuan's cheek in revenge, sticking to it tightly like a cupping jar.

"Waaaaah!! Bite me?! Zhou Gangxun, are you possessed by a ghost?!" Ruan Zhijuan struggled, slapping Zhou Gangxun across the face again. One slap wasn't enough, so she added another, "Slap, slap, slap..."

He chanted whatever came to mind, "Namo Amitabha Buddha... Laozi, may your decree be swiftly fulfilled... from the Tang Dynasty in the East to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures..."

The guess was quite accurate; a few hours ago, he was indeed possessed by a ghost.

His wife believes in quite a variety of religions, including Buddhism, Taoism, and the Tang Dynasty monk Xuanzang.

Zhou Gangxun sucked a red mark hard on Ruan Zhijuan's face and threatened, "If you hit her again, there won't be any more pineapple cans."

Ruan Zhijuan pursed her lips, looking aggrieved. (Pineapple can...)

The hand that had slapped Zhou Gangxun landed on her own face. Rubbing her cheek that had been bitten and sucked by Zhou the bastard, she secretly held a grudge. If Zhou Gangxun ever became incontinent when he got old, she would wait ten minutes before putting him in diapers, making him suffer terribly. Humph.

Beside him, Zhou Gangxun rubbed his face, which had been slapped red by his wife (￣ε(#￣).

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, kneaded in unison.

"What did you see?" Zhou Gangxun asked.

"A woman..." Ruan Zhijuan squinted at the room from beside Zhou Gangxun's head. The female ghost was gone. "Her body was black, as black as charcoal. She was just hanging from the hole in the ceiling."

Hanged ghost.

Zhou Gangxun looked up at the empty hole above, held the person in one arm, raised his hand, turned on all the light switches in the room, pulled off Ruan Zhijuan's wet pants and underwear, and threw them into the bathroom sink.

Then he put his butt on the ground into his special pink basin and, as if instructing someone to do laundry, said, "I'll wash it later."

Ruan Zhijuan, naked and stuck in the basin: "..."? If I remember correctly, he's always been the one washing his own butt... cC(ง •_•)ง(ง ఠ ਉ ఠ)ง(ง ʘ͡ ʖ͜ ʘ͡ )ง Can't get out...

Zhou Gangxun left the bathroom, stepped onto the table, and stuck his head into the hole in the ceiling, shining a flashlight into it.

The beam of light shone into the small space, and the walls within sight were covered with crisscrossing, tiny scratches. Zhou Gangxun touched them with his finger and realized they were human fingernails.

It looks like someone was trapped here, suffocated and lacking oxygen, or unable to move their body, leaving behind the marks of repression, fear, and pain as they struggled and scratched.

The nail marks were covered with red blood; the nail had broken off, leaving only the fingertips scratching and grinding.

Zhou Gangxun shone his flashlight around and saw a memorial tablet for the dead and a palm-sized black jar placed in the southwest corner.

Beneath the altar, there were talismans and formations written in cinnabar. The closer one got to the jar, the denser and more shocking the scratch marks from fingernails became.

At the very top, on the actual ceiling, the entire wall was blood red, spreading outwards.

It was the previous case of cooking a corpse. The man dismembered the body upstairs without waterproofing it, and the blood accumulated and seeped down through the cracks in the floor, even flowing into the black jar.

Zhou Gangxun's eyes darkened. He picked up the memorial tablet and threw it to the ground, watching it shatter into pieces.

He took a tissue and used it as a pad to remove the jar.

It is made of black glaze, with a cold and icy texture. The mouth of the jar is sealed with red clay, and the body of the jar is wrapped with seven layers of hemp rope soaked in red and black blood. A piece of jade that looks like flesh is embedded in the bottom of the jar.

The altar is inscribed with talismans in foreign languages, both around its rim and inside its mouth; they appear to be from Thailand.

But it's not Thai, because when Zhou Gangxun tried to read it as Thai, he felt dizzy and nauseous.

The runes are in three layers, coiled around the jar like a black, sticky snake, each layer about the width of a finger joint, connected end to end, with hooks, circles and sharp corners.

Like ants, after looking at it for a while, you get the illusion that a bunch of tiny insects are crawling on the jar, and you even feel like there are ants crawling on your eyeballs, making you feel itchy and uncomfortable and wanting to reach out and scratch.

The incantation felt slippery to the touch, a thick layer with an oily sheen, accompanied by the stench of blood and decaying corpses, as if it were written with corpse oil mixed with red cinnabar.

It is not an urn.

He had seen those soul-binding jars at a stall on the Lao-Thai border.

So this is... raising ghosts?