I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

hour—

 

Wen Fengjin silently adjusted his sitting posture as he smiled at Wang Xiaomie's rosy little face from the corners of his long and narrow eyes.

 

This drink's potency was extraordinary.
Wang Xiaomie was sitting extremely straight, but the moment he felt something next to him, he quietly leaned a little bit on Wen Fengjin's shoulder, his little face expressionless and flushed.
An Kai and Wen Fengjin both noticed his sneaky little move.

 

“Hiccup~”

 

Wang Xiaomie smacked his lips and hiccuped, his eyelids half-drooped, and he rubbed the shoulder under his head lightly with his forehead after leaning in.

 

An Kai and Wen Fengjin couldn't resist laughing.

 

“Hahaha…”

 

“Envious! I'm really envious!” An Kai casually tossed the small cup in his hand into the abyss beneath the platform, then took a long drink from the wine jar under the low table.
Wen Fengjin, on the other hand, remained leaning against the acacia tree, its red peach blossom petals falling on the black table and into the wine cups.

 

“But Senior Wen, I have something to tell you.”

 

An Kai suddenly kissed the man bound in white cloth in his arms, set down the wine jar, and stated solemnly, “I encountered a unique human about twenty years ago.
He has great malice towards 'people' like us and refers to us as people who break the natural laws.”

 

Wen Fengjin paused as he was about to take a sip of wine.

 

An Kai went on: “In Qishan, where I dwell, there are numerous corpses buried.
Because most of them did not have a fortunate chance, their thoughts were clouded, and they ended up eating a few humans.”

 

He said it indifferently, as if he had no fear or discomfort with the corpses devouring people.

 

Wang Xiaomie was drawn to his words, and the silly fufu looked up.

 

“At first, that person who came to Qishan might have been following clues to get rid of those poor ba$tards.” As An Kai gulped the wine, the liquid collided in the jar and the long feather crest in his hair band swung.
“His weapon is a peculiar golden-copper-colored small hammer with a long handle.
It's indestructible to zombies, so the wretches soon died for real.”

 

Long-handled golden small hammer———!!!

 

Wen Fengjin put down the blue cup calmly, and Wang Xiaomie had mostly sobered up from the liquor.

 

An Kai shook the wine jug and said, “One of those who failed to get a lucky chance happened to be one of my former subordinates.
He exposed my existence to that person before he died.
Soon after, that person organized a group of tomb robbers, handed the weapon to them, and began excavating graves all over the place.
Heh~ He actually managed to track me down.
I was already a drought demon at the time, and while the weird weapon annoyed and wounded me, I almost killed him…”

 

“It goes without saying that he was going to die…
he should have died…
but…” The wine jar smacked on the table with a 'bam,' and An Kai's smile was wiped clean.

 

“However, after swallowing unusual blood, he exploded with immense force and escaped.
The smell of that blood is extremely close to that of you and your wife, Senior.”

 

“I wonder if you could explain it to me?”

 

When An Kai dropped his smile, Wang Xiaomie finally realized how terrible An Kai was, who went on the battlefield at the age of thirteen, died of hatred after years of bathing in blood, and even transformed himself into a zombie with his resentment.

 

Those eyes and the aura around him were sharp enough to cut wounds on exposed skin!

 

The air was thick with the fishy and sweet odor of blood, and a dreadful pressure rushed across the wine table, where cheers, chatter, and laughter had been heard only seconds before.

 

“Knock, knock.”

 

The gorgeous Wen Fengjin, his silver hair writhing across the splendid flaming red suit, narrowed his long pitch-dark eyes and remarked lightly, “You scared him.”

 

Then he asked, “Is it that you think your head is pretty firm?”

 

Wang Xiaomie was relieved when the bitter and astringent medicinal aroma instantly dissipated the bloody odor.

 

An Kai remained still for a moment under Wen Fengjin's gaze before abruptly grinning, “I'm a military man who was just joking after drinking too much.
Please excuse me, Senior Wen and Madam…
But that person, as well as the blood, exist.”

 

“That human is a lunatic.
There’s no knowing what he’ll do to kill me, or rather, 'people' like us.”

 

“I'm only reminding you out of kindness.” An Kai drained a large mouthful from the wine jar, spilling the extra wine on his body, and looked up with an incomprehensible smile in his eyes, “After all, we are all the same monsters…”

 

Wen Fengjin was noncommittal about this sentence.

 

Wang Xiaomie, on the other hand, remained silent for a few moments before asking, “What does that person look like…
Do you know what his name is?”

 

“Mn…
Let me think,” An Kai said.

 

“He wore a peculiar cyan robe, his hair was mostly gray and braided, and I heard the tomb robbers call him—”

 

“Yi Yan.”

 

“What!!!”

 

Wang Xiaomie's eyes widened in astonishment.

 

… … …

 

It was late at night, and the wholesale market had finally become deserted and silent.

 

Bai Yu, who was carrying a rucksack, first snatched the lock in Yi Yan's hand and locked the shop, then turned around and scratched his head in embarrassment when he saw Yi Yan's smiling face.

 

The two men walked side by side in silence and harmony on the lane.
It had rained, and the night remained cool.
Bai Yu was wearing half sleeves and rubbed his arms.
The next thing he knew, a warm hand wrapped around his bare arm in the air and pushed him aside with a slight force.

 

Yi Yan stood calmly in the windy position, shielding him from the chilling night breeze.

 

The two men walked on, as if oblivious to the little incident.

 

But Bai Yu peeked at Yi Yan’s profile, who was looking straight ahead, and hastily turned his gaze away, a little red blooming on his dark face.

 

[The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

 

Wen Fengjin: A man’s lifelong job.

 

An Kai: Wife.] 

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