Chapter 142: Xunxun, Come Die with Me
Nan Xun held the man’s hand as he lay in bed and asked Little Eight in her heart, “You really didn’t do anything, did you? Yan Han was perfectly fine not long ago—how did he fall ill just like that?”
Little Eight cried out in grievance. “It really wasn’t me! I didn’t expect his body to be this far gone either. I just checked him with spiritual power—he actually has very serious internal injuries! The more I thought about it, the more it felt like he damaged himself because of you—cough, maybe that’s not quite right. It could be that back then he fought with himself, bottled it all up, and forced himself into internal injury…”
As it went on, Little Eight’s voice grew lower and lower.
Nan Xun froze. She looked at the man lying on the bed, his face deathly pale, bent down, and gently kissed his forehead.
Yan Han suddenly tightened his grip on her hand. His eyes were filled with intense reluctance. He coughed hard twice, then spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Brother Han…” Nan Xun’s gaze flickered as she called him softly.
Yan Han smiled faintly. The bloodstained teeth were painfully eye-catching.
Holding Nan Xun tightly, he gasped as he spoke his final words. “Xunxun, I can’t keep you company anymore… h-how will you manage on your own in the future… who will read storybooks to you, who will brew your tea, who will feed you fruit… heh, you’re so lazy—my Xunxun is so lazy…”
Nan Xun looked at him quietly. As she watched, her eyes suddenly grew sore.
Yan Han gazed tenderly at this precious piece of his heart. He opened his mouth and, with some difficulty, said, “Xunxun, you’re still so young. If you meet someone suitable in the future, then… then remarry.”
Nan Xun’s gaze shifted slightly. She didn’t speak, as though she were seriously considering his words.
In the next instant, the gentle, indulgent look in Yan Han’s eyes abruptly turned vicious. Wild, violent emotion surged up from the depths of his gaze. One hand clutched her tightly while the other braced against the bed as he strained forward, mouth wide open, breathing hard as he said fiercely, “Xunxun—Xunxun, I still can’t let you go! Xunxun, come with me, will you? Let’s die together, Xunxun—let’s go to the underworld together!”
Hearing this, Nan Xun was first stunned, then the corners of her lips slowly curved upward.
She took Yan Han’s hand, brought it to her lips, and kissed it, then gently rubbed her cheek against the back of his hand.
“Alright, Brother Han. We’ll go together,” Nan Xun said softly, a hint of indulgent affection in her eyes.
Little Eight: …
At her words, the madness in Yan Han’s eyes finally eased. His gaze returned to its former gentleness as he looked greedily at Nan Xun.
Very soon, the light in his eyes faded. His breathing grew lighter and lighter, until it ceased altogether.
He remained with his eyes open, staring straight in Nan Xun’s direction, and thus breathed his last.
The moment Yan Han died, Little Eight suddenly shrieked, “The big boss’s malice value has dropped to zero! It’s actually zero! Wuwuwu, I never even hoped the big boss’s malice could be completely cleared, and yet he was so good—giving me such a huge surprise even after death!”
Little Eight was so excited that it soon calmed down again. Looking at the silent Nan Xun, it cleared its throat and said, “Once Yan Han is given a proper burial, we should leave.”
Nan Xun replied with an “oh.” “Give me a moment—I need to have a two-person coffin made first.”
Little Eight exclaimed, “You’re not serious, are you? You actually took the big boss’s words to heart? You really plan to die with him?”
Nan Xun rolled her eyes. “Are you stupid or what? I’m leaving anyway—what’s wrong with satisfying the big boss’s request before I go? It’s just sharing a burial shell.”
Little Eight immediately fell silent.
Nan Xun hired the best carpenter in town to craft a delicate two-person coffin for her and Yan Han, then asked Cui Huan to help with the burial.
When Cui Huan learned that Nan Xun intended to be buried with Yan Han, she cried until her voice was hoarse. But she knew that although Madam appeared easygoing, she was actually extremely stubborn. Once she made up her mind, no amount of persuasion from others would change it.
After telling Cui Huan where she had chosen the burial site, Nan Xun lay down in the coffin, shoulder to shoulder with the dead Yan Han.
Slowly, she closed her eyes.
When Cui Huan sensed something was wrong, she hurried over to check Nan Xun’s breathing. The person who had just been speaking with her moments ago was already dead.
Cui Huan clutched the coffin and wailed, while her husband held her and tried to comfort her over and over.
Nan Xun’s soul slipped free of her body. She didn’t turn back to look at herself and Yan Han lying in the coffin, only saying calmly to Little Eight, “Let’s go.”
Little Eight was in high spirits. Seeing how decisive she was, it immediately took her and shattered the void.
In the next moment, Nan Xun’s soul twisted. Just as she was about to leave this world, her eyes suddenly widened.
Just then, she sensed a force tugging at her, trying to stop her from leaving.
Little Eight noticed it too and cried out in alarm, “What’s going on? Why does this world have such enormous energy? That shouldn’t be possible!”
Little Eight immediately exerted itself, increasing the output of its spiritual power. Nan Xun clearly felt that force growing farther and farther away.
At last, the woman and the beast safely detached from the world.
When Nan Xun opened her eyes again, the glaring beam of a spotlight stabbed into them, forcing her to shut them once more.
“Su Mobai, I’m talking to you! With both witness and physical evidence here, don’t even think about making up stories to wash yourself clean. Hurry up and confess how you killed Cheng Hao! I’ve wasted enough time on you already—if you don’t start talking, don’t blame me for getting rough!”
The cursing, gruff voice made Nan Xun frown. This man spoke so harshly—disgustingly harsh.
After finally adjusting to the blinding indoor lights, Nan Xun managed to see where she was, and a huge, capitalized look of confusion appeared on her face.
This was… a police interrogation room?
The man sitting across from her was wearing a police uniform. He was big and burly, and when he spoke, he revealed a mouthful of buck teeth. His looks were truly beyond praise, and impatience was already written all over his face.
So there really were police officers this ugly—no wonder he’d been assigned here to interrogate suspects.
Nan Xun moved her hands, then her feet. The clinking sound of metal rang out.
Her hands were cuffed, and shackles were locked around her ankles as well.
Then a massive wave of memories flooded in. After absorbing them, Nan Xun lowered her head blankly and saw her flat… chest.
This time, before Nan Xun could grill Little Eight, Little Eight was already freaking out. “Mama mia! Why is this happening? Ahhh, this is deadly—how could we possess the wrong body?!”
After her brief stupor, Nan Xun quickly regained her composure. “…So, Little Eight, are you telling me you let me transmigrate into a man?”
Little Eight burst into sobs. “When I came to survey this world, the one I was supposed to ferry over was a woman who died a miserable death. But I happened to run into another unjustly dead soul who had it even worse. He was too pitiful, so I ferried him over as well.”
Nan Xun gave an “oh.” “So this unjustly dead soul is the body I’m in now—Su Mobai. Can you tell me just how miserable his death was?”
Little Eight cleared its throat and said quietly, “He was bullied to death in prison.”
Nan Xun: !
