The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 362: Adding Misery Upon Misery

Chapter 362: Adding Misery Upon Misery

Zhao Lingfu’s mouth moved as if to explain, but a thousand words converged in her heart. When she opened her mouth, she didn’t know which word or sentence to say.

Yes, it was her fault.

If she hadn’t painted that painting, if she hadn’t let her brother know she admired Fourth Young Master, how could it have led to such a disaster for Fourth Young Master?

She pursed her lips and silently stepped back.

The magma was more ferocious than Ghost Fire; as soon as she jumped, she would cease to exist.

But a large hand suddenly grabbed her.

It was Chu Yang.

Frowning slightly, he said, "Miss Zhao, I risked my life to save you just now. Now you want to seek oblivion again. Is that fair to me?"

Zhao Lingfu looked up, tears welling in her eyes. "But... but I can’t face you all anymore."

"Don’t cry," Nanli said impatiently. "Can crying solve the problem?"

Chu Yang turned his head. "Sixth Sister..."

Nanli waved her hand dismissively and rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright, don’t say it, Fourth Brother. I already know what you want to say."

He wanted her to repair Zhao Lingfu’s soul.

Chu Yang shook his head gently. "Sixth Sister, you misunderstand. Whatever you want to do, whatever you’re willing to do, I won’t force you. I just want to say, it’s really uncomfortable down here. Can we find a way to get out sooner?"

Nanli raised an eyebrow; it was rare to see Chu Yang think like this.

She looked around. The magma below was surging, and they were on a rock in the middle of a lava river. They really had to figure out a way to leave.

Fortunately, her array protected them, preventing the myriad ghosts from coming close for now.

But they grinned around them, glaring greedily.

Especially the evil ghost leader, holding his chopped-off head, furious, "Little ladies, I’ve already suffered enough from the Ghost Fire down here, and now you’ve chopped off my head. This is simply adding insult to injury!"

Her wooden sword was quite formidable; when she chopped off his ghost head, he couldn’t reattach it!

Nanli looked up, her expression cold. "Adding insult to injury? I can show you how to write ’unimaginable misery’."

The evil ghost leader chuckled, his eyes running up and down Nanli. His ghostly face showed a satisfied expression.

Beautiful and graceful, she was the best choice for a wife!

He said, "Such big words. You’ve fallen into this abyss of myriad ghosts, and you still think you can escape? Your array might hold for a moment, but it won’t last a lifetime!"

Nanli gripped the Dark Moon Sword. "So what?"

"Why not become my wife? In this abyss of myriad ghosts, I’ll protect you! I’ll be your support!" The evil ghost leader smirked triumphantly and laughed.

The little ghost lackeys laughed along with him.

They had endured torment here for many years; this was their territory. How dare Nanli be so arrogant here!

Nanli raised an eyebrow, her eyes sharp.

She swung the Dark Moon Sword, sending out a sword energy directly.

The myriad ghosts exclaimed; this power was not to be underestimated!

The target of the sword energy was not just anyone—it was the head of the evil ghost leader!

"Come again? I’ll let you see how powerful your husband is!"

The evil ghost leader usually bullied the other ghosts with his strong ghostly power in the abyss. Confident that Nanli had attacked by surprise before, he had prepared himself and wouldn’t be defeated by her now.

He released countless ghostly powers to resist, without the help of his little lackeys.

He just wanted to let Nanli see his power and completely submit to him.

But—

Bang!!!

The power of the sword energy almost effortlessly broke through the evil ghost leader’s defenses, rushing straight towards his eyes.

First, his eye sockets exploded, then his entire head shattered almost in an instant. It was enveloped by Ghost Fire and slowly dissipated into smoke.

The ghostly body of the evil ghost leader remained, but without a head, he couldn’t speak or see, like a useless ghost.

The myriad ghosts exclaimed, some even dropping their eyeballs, leaving their eye sockets empty.

Zhao Lingfu saw this, and the trembling of her already shattered ghostly body intensified.

Nanli swept a glance and slightly opened her vermilion lips, "I’m already annoyed. If you keep making noise, your fate will be like his."

The myriad ghosts immediately shut their mouths.

Already suffering torment here was miserable enough; if they lost their heads as well, they might as well scatter their souls.

How could this young girl have a fiercer temper than the King of Hell?

The previously noisy abyss suddenly quieted down.

Nanli’s expression improved a lot, she sheathed the Dark Moon Sword and said, "Fourth Brother, let’s wait here. People should arrive soon."

Chu Yang was just about to ask who was coming, but at this moment, someone shouted loudly from the top of the cliff, "Ancestor!"

It was excited, with a hint of coquetry.

Echoing throughout the abyssal crack.

As soon as the myriad ghosts heard this voice, their ghostly faces changed instantly, scrambling around to seek shelter.

Chu Yang was stunned, completely unaware of what was going on.

Who was this person coming that made the evil ghosts in this abyss so fearful?

The aura of the underworld had already spread ahead.

Qiu Hai was wearing a red robe, extremely enchanting, descending from above.

Some ghosts who were slower to escape were directly eroded and dissipated by his underworld aura, leaving not even a speck of dust.

In the blink of an eye, not a single evil ghost was visible nearby, and even the raging Ghost Fire had extinguished by more than half.

But Chu Yang and Zhao Lingfu didn’t feel much better because of this. When Qiu Hai landed on the rocks, they couldn’t stop trembling. Their weak ghostly bodies seemed as though they would be torn apart.

Nanli furrowed her brow slightly, thinking of reinforcing a seal for them, when Qiu Hai rushed towards her and hugged her.

She had grown taller over the past year, but compared to Qiu Hai, who stood nine feet tall, she seemed like a child.

And as he approached, she also came into contact with his underworld aura. Although her yang energy wouldn’t be eroded by the underworld aura, people around her would be affected.

Nanli pushed Qiu Hai away, but he kept shouting, "Ancestor, I missed you so much," stubbornly refusing to let go.

"If you keep this up, I won’t come to see you again in the future." Helpless, she could only threaten.

Qiu Hai pursed his lips and reluctantly backed off.

"Keep a greater distance." Nanli said impatiently.

Half a step was nothing; they could still come into intimate contact with each other just by raising or lowering their heads.

"You’re so heartless." Qiu Hai complained, but obediently retreated three steps.

Nanli knew this was already his limit, sighed, and turned to reinforce two soul-stabilizing charms for Chu Yang to prevent them from continuing to suffer.

"Fourth Brother, are you okay? Try to stay away from him as much as possible; you can’t endure it very well." Nanli reminded.

Chu Yang was also surprised, looking at Qiu Hai’s shadow, and asked, "Who is this?"

He hadn’t expected there to be other living people in the underworld realm.

But he also felt that Qiu Hai wasn’t a living person, because the aura emanating from him was making him very uncomfortable.

Nanli introduced, "He’s the Lord of the underworld, Qiu Hai."