Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 86 - 82: Murder on a Snowy Night

Chapter 86: Chapter 82: Murder on a Snowy Night

The wind and snow outside were interwoven.

Each snowflake, like a sharp blade of ice, danced mercilessly, slicing through the night’s silence.

The thick scent of blood cast a sinister veil over the originally peaceful cabin.

Clatter!

The bloodied axe in the man’s hand fell to the ground.

Gazing at the woman’s corpse on the floor, Zhang Yunwu’s gaze was vacant, his red eyes alternately lucid and bewildered.

He, like a walking corpse, dragged his half-lame leg, and staggered to push open the window. The snowflakes carried by the cold wind, like white arrows, covered the sky and fiercely assaulted the man’s rough, dark face.

The corpse of his wife was gradually becoming cold.

The sticky, fishy red that squirted from the severed neck spread across the side of the head and neck that touched the ground.

"Slut..."

Warm tears slowly flowed from the man’s bloodshot eyes, falling on the wounds torn by the woman, causing bursts of sharp pain.

"You whore! Why did you betray me!"

Zhang Yunwu furiously pounded the windowsill.

The vision of his wife’s gentle and kind appearance briefly appeared before his eyes, only to be replaced by a series of nauseatingly vague scenes of debauchery that pained his brain intensely.

Endless rage seemed to erupt continuously from the depths of his memory.

"My son..."

The emaciated old woman on the bed moaned.

The old woman’s call brought back some clarity to Zhang Yunwu’s blood-engorged eyes.

He turned his head to look at his dying mother, appearing like a child who had erred, helpless yet also confused.

Zhang Yunwu’s lips trembled as he tried to speak, but then the endless raging fire of hatred in the depths of his soul swept through his reason like a wildfire, with eerie Buddhist chants continuously echoing in his ears.

The man’s expression was both agonizing and ferocious.

He picked up the axe.

"Mother, your son has now killed someone and can no longer show you filial piety. Let’s take this journey together. In the next life, I will repay your kindness of raising me..."

At that moment, Zhang Yunwu’s fierce eyes suddenly stared toward the front door.

There was a familiar figure under the eaves outside the door.

It was Jiang Qing, who was preparing to flee.

It turned out that Jiang Qing, in his utter desperation, had not escaped from the house but had hidden behind a wooden cabinet, waiting for a chance to flee.

Yet he had witnessed the murderous scene.

Jiang Qing was completely petrified with fear.

He had initially thought to make an unnoticed escape while Zhang Yunwu was not paying attention, but he was discovered by the latter.

Looking at those bloodthirsty, fierce eyes and the blood-dripping axe, Jiang Qing’s face turned pale, his throat went dry, and his whole body uncontrollably trembled, overwhelmed by a bone-chilling fear that surged from deep within.

Under the man’s furious gaze, he dared not even move a muscle, his legs flailing.

It was as if he was facing a colossal spirit.

An immense oppressive force enveloped him.

"Is it you!?"

"So it was... you!!"

Zhang Yunwu’s eyes were filled with resentment and fury, like a fierce beast choosing its prey, bone-chilling to behold.

Jiang Qing stammered tremblingly, "Cousin... nothing happened... between me and your wife... I swear..."

"Jiang!"

"I will butcher you!!"

Seeing the giant axe swinging toward him, Jiang Qing was terrified out of his wits. His instinct to survive overcame his fear, and he turned to run.

He was a practitioner too.

But compared to Zhang Yunwu, a well-founded Second Grade Martial Artist, he was merely at the threshold of the third grade.

He had devoted most of his effort to practicing Qinggong, for escaping.

Yet, at this moment, his usually prideful Qinggong did not save him.

Following a sharp pain in his back, Jiang Qing spurted blood and fell stiffly to the ground. Then, his ankle tightened, and he was hoisted up like a chicken or duck and harshly thrown back into the house!

Before he could even scream, the sharp axe chopped down again!

His legs were cleanly severed at the knees.

Jiang Qing’s eyes bulged out from the intense pain, and he passed out on the spot.

With bloodshot eyes, Zhang Yunwu swung the axe, aiming for Jiang Qing’s head, when suddenly a familiar voice came.

"Zhang!"

Zhang Yunwu paused, a hint of recognition crossing his ferocious face.

The petite figure swept into the room like a specter, and Li Nanshuang pressed down on Zhang Yunwu’s shoulder as she urgently said, "Erniu, calm down for a moment. Your wife isn’t dead, she—"

Before the girl could finish her sentence, Zhang Yunwu swung his axe at Li Nanshuang.

Li Nanshuang’s expression changed, and she dodged to the side. As a result, she was thrown out by the man and crashed into a wooden cabinet, creating a loud clatter.

"Zhang, snap out of it!"

Jiang Shouzhong shouted as he followed.

Seeing Zhang Yunwu swinging his axe, Li Nanshuang spun her body and executed a "hawk flip," sweeping her broadsword horizontally to collide with the axe, sparking brilliant sparks.

The axe in Zhang Yunwu’s hand was directly split into two halves.

But the violently expanding internal energy was so fierce that it also forced Li Nanshuang to retreat several steps.

The girl was secretly shocked, "How did this guy suddenly get so strong?"

Without giving it much thought, Li Nanshuang placed the grave blade horizontally in front of her and charged at Zhang Yunwu with the posture of a raging bull, pinning the man, who was more than twice her size, to the ground using the thick back of the blade.

"Thousand Pound Drop!"

Li Nanshuang gritted her teeth as she exerted force.

She pressed down hard on him through the blade.

Zhang Yunwu gasped as he tried to rise, the grave blade seemingly exerting a thousand pounds of force on him, which made him even more irritable.

"Help!"

Li Nanshuang cried out.

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t know how to help, surely he couldn’t just pull out a fire gun and shoot at Zhang’s head. Seeing Li Nanshuang unable to restrain him, he simply lunged forward as well and pressed down on the delicate body of the girl in a stacked Arhat position.

Li Nanshuang was shocked and exploded, "I didn’t call you! I called him!"

The girl yelled towards the door where Feng Yichen was still meditating and regulating his breath, "Use the Soul-Calming Talisman of Zhenxuan Mountain! Quick!"

However, there was no response from outside the door.

Nobody knew where Feng Yichen had gone; he had disappeared without a trace.

The strength of Zhang Yunwu’s struggle grew stronger. He heaved heavily, spitting out blood foam from his mouth and teeth, nearly flipping the grave blade over.

After several fruitless shouts and with her arms painfully numb, Li Nanshuang was barely holding on.

Suddenly, she thought of something and urgently said to Jiang Shouzhong, "I have ’Coagulation Paste’ on me, take it out and apply it to the center of his forehead!"

On her body?

Jiang Shouzhong looked at the girl’s delicate body, hesitating.

This didn’t seem appropriate.

"Hurry up!"

Li Nanshuang, with sweat breaking out on her forehead, urged harshly.

Watching Zhang go mad, Jiang Shouzhong had no choice but to reach into the girl’s clothing to search for the so-called "Coagulation Paste."

Somehow, Jiang Shouzhong thought of the moon that night.

It was very round.

——

Moonlight, like water, spilled over the undulating dunes, creating a soft silver ripple.

In the desert, a barefoot monk proceeded silently.

The monk’s face showed signs of age, dressed in a worn kasaya, the color of which had faded to the point of being unrecognizable.

His eyes were blind.

Suddenly, the blind old monk seemed to sense something, his expression abruptly changing.

He raised his head, his socketed eyes "looking" towards the skies, murmuring, "Vajra’s wrathful gaze, life and death blazing, among all sins, the karmic ties of killing are reborn...my disciple is in danger!"

The blind old monk immediately sat down cross-legged on the ground.

He extended his hand, gently tracing along the position of his heart.

Then, shockingly, he inserted his hand, dry as a branch, into the bloody fissure in his skin and pulled out a heart stained with golden blood!

The monk held the heart in one hand, the other hand gently tapping it.

As if tapping a wooden fish.

The blind old monk chanted continuously:

"Suffering is boundless, launch the Mahayana spirit, universally relieve all beings, on behalf of them endure boundless suffering. My disciple faces calamity, as a teacher... I must split my heart and bleed to save."

"Buddha’s compassion... my disciple, calm your mind..."

The old monk kept tapping his heart, looking frail.

The sound of the wooden fish gradually rose and then continuously fell, like a gentle rain falling in every corner of the barren desert.

The surrounding sand started to rise gently, floating quietly.

Unbeknownst to anyone, it had coalesced into an enormous statue of Buddha.

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