The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 134

Knowing that he cared about her and was worried she would get hurt again, Wu Zhen did not comment on his feelings. If the two of them could join forces, they must use the advantage of numbers to bully the minority; otherwise, it would be very disadvantageous and stupid.

“At a time like this, don’t bother with you taking turns and me taking turns. This is not an archery competition, and there’s no turn system. Let’s just attack together. I don’t believe we can’t beat this thing.” Wu Zhen wiped the blood off her arm.

Mei Zhuyu looked at her hand covered in blood, his face almost colf. “No, I can do it alone; you can’t move so violently.”

Wu Zhen didn’t waste any words and said, “If I say it’s okay, it’s okay.” After that, she picked up the whip and rushed towards the monster again.

Sibuxiang was more seriously injured, but he healed very quickly—or rather, his body was strange. His body was already tattered, and he didn’t look inconvenienced after the big cut. Instead, several strangely shaped bone spurs grew out of the cut, making him look even more indescribable.

Mei Zhuyu could only fly forward, past Wu Zhen, and try to block most of his attacks head-on.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, something unexpected happened.

The wound on Wu Zhen’s arm oozed blood, which flowed onto the cat’s corpse. The cat’s corpse glowed brightly and turned into a ball of light, rushing straight into Wu Zhen’s body. Wu Zhen’s eyes widened, and she suddenly fell backward powerlessly.

The incident happened suddenly. The three of them were fighting when a bone spur pierced Wu Zhen’s heart. If she had been conscious, she could have blocked it, but she was caught off guard and had no power to resist. Blood was about to splatter. Without hesitation, Mei Zhuyu deviated from the original trajectory of the sword in his hand and thrust it to the right to block the attack for Wu Zhen, but he himself was pierced in the abdomen by the bone spur.

Mei Zhuyu swung his sword to cut off the bone spur that had penetrated his abdomen, then held Wu Zhen with one hand and stepped back a few steps.

Sibuxiang had already discovered that the cat’s corpse had disappeared for no reason and had entered Wu Zhen’s body. Seeing that what he wanted was taken away by others, he was furious. He roared, and all the bone spurs on his body stood up in an instant.

Mei Zhuyu held Wu Zhen, whose eyes were closed, in one hand. The wound on his abdomen was bleeding profusely, but his hand holding the sword did not tremble at all. Feeling Wu Zhen’s breathing steady, he exhaled and placed her under a dead tree. He pulled out the bone spur from his abdomen with one hand, raised the sword to the sky, and drew a talisman to summon lightning.

Sibuxiang was frantically trying to kill Wu Zhen, who had seized the cat’s corpse, but Mei Zhuyu stood in front of him, not allowing him to get even a step closer. The two of them fought to the death, and the red blood and black corpse fluid almost covered the surrounding land. Thunder rumbled, and the broken houses around them were swept by a strong wind, becoming scattered all over.

Wu Zhen suddenly opened her eyes, stood up, and looked at her hands and body.

Mei Zhuyu was the first to notice Wu Zhen waking up. Before he could say anything, Wu Zhen rushed at Sibuxiang without hesitation. She smiled and said to Sibuxiang, “It’s been so many years since I last saw you. I didn’t expect you to become like this.”

“At first, I wanted you to stay alive, but later I realized I was wrong. Yu, your life makes me sadder than your death. Now, I want to correct this mistake.”

Mei Zhuyu realized at that moment that it was not Wu Zhen. When Wu Zhen said the first sentence, Sibuxiang quieted down. He seemed to recognize who that was and looked at Wu Zhen with a very strange expression, filled with hatred and fear, nostalgia and sadness, but ultimately only greed and murderous intent remained.

“I will not die. I will live forever. Since you are already dead, don’t bother me anymore,” he said.

Wu Zhen didn’t take it seriously but laughed out loud, “No, I won’t just hinder you; I’ll kill you.”

In some ways, that person suspected to be the first Cat Lord was indeed somewhat similar to Wu Zhen.

Everything happened quickly and ended quickly.

When Sibuxiang’s head was taken off by ‘Wu Zhen’, the rain that had been brewing in the sky for a long time suddenly poured down all at once. It was raining heavily.

The sound of rain covered all other noises. The monster’s head was held in Wu Zhen’s hand, and his huge, rotten body slumped in the rain like a pile of mud. Having lost his life, his vitality drained away, and even the rotten flesh could not be retained. In a short while, his body was washed away to a skeleton—the rotten flesh attached to it was washed away like mud on a stone.

Wu Zhen stood silently in front of the strange skeleton in the heavy rain. Then, she placed the skull on the ground and whispered something. The rain was too loud to hear clearly, and the person who should have heard the words was already dead, so the words were destined to remain unknown.

Even in such heavy rain, Mei Zhuyu could still smell the rotten stench. The monster was dead, but his expression did not relax at all. While Wu Zhen looked at the skeleton, Mei Zhuyu stared at her coldly.

Wu Zhen finally had enough and turned her gaze to Mei Zhuyu beside her and the wood sword in his hand pointing at her.

“Get out of her body.”

Even though she couldn’t hear his voice clearly in the heavy rain, Wu Zhen could still see the shape of Mei Zhuyu’s mouth. She curled her lips slightly and said, “I helped you after all, little kid. How can you treat your ancestors, who worked so hard to help you, like this?”

Mei Zhuyu remained unmoved; the wood sword still pointed at her, as if he would attack her if she didn’t get out of Wu Zhen’s body.

Wu Zhen smiled and noticed that blood was still oozing from the wound on Mei Zhuyu’s abdomen. Strands of bright red blood were dripping down the hem of his clothes, but he seemed unaware.

What an interesting kid. Wu Zhen hugged her chest and laughed, speaking in a deliberately sinister tone, “I have been dead for so many years. It is rare to get a body that fits me so well. I can possess it and appear again. Oh, it’s so good to be alive. I really want to live with this body forever.”

Before she finished speaking, Wu Zhen was stunned, as Mei Zhuyu suddenly stabbed her forehead with the sword. Wu Zhen’s body shook, and a shadow retreated from her body, stretching in the air into the shape of a cat.

The cat spoke in human language, and her tone was both funny and sad. “I was just joking. It will be very difficult for me to leave this half of my soul to possess her after I die. Even if you don’t care about me, I will be reduced to ashes in a while. Why are you so anxious?”

Mei Zhuyu turned a deaf ear to her. He checked Wu Zhen’s pulse with one hand to see if there was anything wrong with her body. He touched her forehead with one finger, where there was a drop of blood. He had just forced the entity out of Wu Zhen’s body, so she must have been somewhat shaken.