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I didn't know who he meant by "you," but it sounded a bit like he was referring to the King of Hell. However, the pain I felt was precisely where the moss had been applied. If there was any issue, it should be related to that Old Ghost, right?
I couldn't speak and could only look at him with difficulty.
Su Anrong wiped the sweat from my forehead while injecting Spirit Energy into my body, trying to alleviate my pain. But even so, I didn't feel any relief from my symptoms.
Suddenly, he picked me up and ran outside.
In the living room, Qiao Lianjiu was supporting Chen Siyuan as she came out of the room. Siyuan had already regained her appearance. She wore a ring from the Qiao Family on her hand and held onto the son of the Qiao Family, which made me feel incredibly happy; all the effort I had put in during this time finally bore fruit.
Seeing me like this, Siyuan, disregarding her own incomplete recovery, let go of Qiao Lianjiu's hand and rushed toward me, almost tripping along the way. "Wheat, what happened to you?"
I didn't want her to worry too much about me, so I forced a smile and subtly shook my head to indicate that I was fine.
"Son, take good care of our guest at home," Su Anrong said as he leaned down and kissed my lips. The pain twisted within me, turning into a tremor between my teeth.
When he released me, we found ourselves in an unfamiliar mountain. With no chance to understand the situation, I could only endure the excruciating pain nestled in his embrace. With him around, he would shield me from the storms.
"A-Shang, what are you talking about? How could I do anything to your wife? I promised you yesterday that I wouldn't leave her in the Underworld. I'm a King of Hell who keeps his word; you can rest assured that I will definitely follow through," the King of Hell said, waving his round little fist and patting his chest confidently.
"Hmph! I've known you for a thousand years; I know exactly what you are. You say you won't leave her in the Underworld, but you never said you wouldn't make her suffer. That Old Ghost's contract can only bind Wheat, allowing Old Ghost to find her anytime. Even if there is discomfort, it won't bring her such great pain. In this world, only you dare to openly harm my people."
So my true suffering did not come from that moss; no wonder Su Anrong brought me here.
As the King of Hell listened, he suddenly burst into laughter again. His laughter seemed to carry a magical power that made one's scalp tingle and body shiver.
"A-Shang, so you understand me so well! That's right; it's something I did. If she wants to have you, she must pay a price. What is this little pain compared to that? I even want her to experience all sorts of flavors in my Eighteen Layers of Hell," the King of Hell said casually, turning to the Ghost Messengers beside him and adding, "Don't you think it's quite fun?"
It was a cute little baby, yet the words that came out were filled with an indescribable terror.
"Yes, King Yan, it's so much fun."
"Did you hear that? They all said it’s fun, A-Shang. The woman you chose must have a lovely voice. Let me hear it too."
As King Yan spoke, her chubby little fist pointed gently at me. I immediately felt a piercing pain radiate from my ankle, and my hand instinctively tightened around Su Anrong's arm.
But I couldn't scream. She wanted me to cry out, but I refused. Even if it meant grinding my teeth to dust, I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
But it really hurt.
"Ah, why aren't you screaming? Is this woman mute?" King Yan tilted her head, looking at me curiously.
I gritted my teeth and endured the pain. "I just refuse to speak to a dead person."
Instantly, a strong aura of killing intent radiated from King Yan. Her little face turned as red as a cherry tomato, and her voice, though not very threatening, carried an edge: "You dare call me dead? I am King Yan! I am a noble ruler! You lowly human—if it weren't for A-Shang's sake, I would make you die right now and be reborn as a pig or a caterpillar for someone to step on!"
I didn't want to argue with such a childish baby over meaningless matters. After giving her a disdainful glance, I fell silent.
"King Yan, I command you to take back whatever you put inside my wife’s body immediately."
"A-Shang, how dare you command me?" King Yan widened her tear-filled eyes in disbelief as she looked at Su Anrong.
"What’s there to fear? You are merely the king of the underworld while I govern all realms of spirits. You are already under my control. I respect your contributions to the spirit world over the past thousand years and have chosen not to make things difficult for you. But if you dare to harm my wife, you've crossed my line. Do you understand the consequences of angering me?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know, hmph." The King of Hell turned her head away, refusing to look at us. Is she really the ruler of a realm with such a spoiled attitude?
"Then let me tell you."
Before Su Anrong could finish her sentence, the King of Hell covered her ears with her tiny fists. "I can't hear you, I can't hear you, I can't hear you!"
However, Su Anrong completely ignored her and said slowly, "If you refuse to listen to me, I will flatten the Underworld and make you, who thinks so highly of herself as the King of Hell, fall into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, never to be reborn."
The King of Hell was taken aback, lowering her hands and pouting weakly. "You dare?" Tears began to flow again. "I'm not even an adult yet! How can you force me out? Besides, the Underworld is my territory. Aren't you afraid of angering the gods by doing this on my turf?"
"Do you think I would be afraid?" Su Anrong replied without changing her expression, leaving no room for negotiation.
"I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to!" The King of Hell shook her little head like a rattle drum. "I just won't take it back! Who told you to treat her so well while ignoring me? We are the perfect match! You are the Spirit Sovereign, and I am the King of Hell. Our statuses are equal; isn't that a good match?"
"I love Wheat. For all eternity, I will only love her. In this world, only she is worthy of me, while you—you're not even fit to carry her shoes."
Um...
Su Anrong, while your words are touching, I'd rather not have the King of Hell carry my shoes; I'd probably get killed instantly.
The King of Hell angrily flew down from the Demon King's Throne in a huff and appeared right in front of us in an instant. Su Anrong quickly pulled me back several feet.
"A-Shang! Why are you running? Come see if I'm worthy enough to carry her shoes!" She chased after us while Su Anrong swiftly flew back up to the Demon King's Throne with me in tow, her face filled with anger. "King of Hell, I'm not in the mood to joke with you today. Five minutes have already passed; there are still five minutes left. If you can't produce what you've hidden inside Wheat's body by then, you'll get a taste of all the cruel punishments you've set for evil spirits."
"A-Shang..." The King of Hell stood below looking pitiful, her little face flushed red with tears welling up in her eyes. Her little nose twitched and her lips pouted in a heart-wrenching manner.
It might make one think that the two of us were ganging up on a baby.
Su Anrong no longer spoke to her, lowering his head to look at me, gently asking, "Wife, does it still hurt?" His tone and demeanor were completely different from how he addressed the King of Hell. It was as if a killing god had transformed into a warm-hearted man in an instant.
Not to mention the King of Hell, even I felt a bit embarrassed.
Although it still hurt, it was within my tolerable limits. I lightly shook my head, not wanting him to worry too much. I also didn't want him to flatten the Underworld because of me. While I didn't understand much about their affairs, I at least knew that a true supreme ruler should not bring disaster upon the people for the sake of one woman.
All the spirits in the Underworld were his subjects.
Since Su Anrong governed all realms of spirits, then all the ghosts in the Underworld must also be his people.
Every woman hopes her man would be willing to bear the weight of the world for her, but I did not wish for him to carry the world's blame because of me.
Moreover, from what the King of Hell implied, there were deities above Su Anrong. He had mentioned that he was discovered meddling too much in our school's affairs, which was why he couldn't freely enter and exit our school. It seemed that the one who was more powerful than him must be the legendary deity.
"A-Shang, look! She herself said it doesn't hurt anymore," the King of Hell immediately shouted.
Oh come on! I said it didn't hurt just to ease Garlic Paste's worries, not so you could disregard me like this!
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