I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

“That’s impossible… Impossible! I took half of it, why are you still alive? How could you wake up—Mian Deng—!”

The man shook his head in disbelief. When he called out this name, Wang Xiao Mie was a little surprised. He looked at the man then back at Wen Feng Jin.

“You there, do you know me?” Wang Xiao Mie pointed to himself. The name he called belonged to his previous life, were they connected somehow?

“Feng Jin, do you know him?”

Wen Feng Jin shifted his sight from Wang Xiao Mie to the man. There was a trace of expectation in the man’s eyes but Wen Feng Jin only gave him a cold passing glance.

“No.” Wen Feng Jin said: “I do not know this man.”

Upon hearing this, the man’s features twitched wildly as he looked at Wen Feng Jin with maddening eyes.

“You don’t know me…..” He burst into laughter and pointed at Wen Feng Jin: “You don’t know me? Liar! You must’ve remembered me!”

Seeing his eyes that resembled that of a malevolent ghost’s, Wang Xiao Mie swallowed his saliva. 

“Xiao Wenzi, if you really know him, just admit it. I get the feeling he’s going to come for us at any minute now.”

Those bulging eyeballs were staring at them like they had killed his entire family.

But Wen Feng Jin only shook his head without even giving the man a second glance. He went to the coffin and gently caressed Wang Xiao Mie’s cheek.

“Shixiong, you’re awake. I’m going to have to deal with some noisy mice. Why don’t you sleep a little longer? Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

….. Hey hey, people are listening.

Wang Xiao Mie then took another look at the man… Oh f**k! Don’t your eyes hurt opening them that big?!

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But Wang Xiao Mie noticed something.

The way the man looked at him: Jealousy and resentment!

The way the man looked at Wen Feng Jin: Love and hate…..

The man looked at him again: Jealousy and resentment!

The man looked at Wen Feng Jin once more: Love and hate…..

My lord! How is it possible that one could have such differing emotions in his eyes by just changing targets!

Wang Xiao Mie had a feeling this was how the wife would look at the mistress and her husband after they ditched her. He could even hear the line “you green tea bitch! I’m gonna kill you!”

Wang Xiao Mie: …. too much drama.

Even Lei Jie and Xiao Luo who had tried to reduce their presence felt like they had come to thrash the adultery couple with their good sister.

“……you should give it some more thought. I think he really knows us. But we’ve lived for so long, how could we be acquainted?” Wang Xiao Mie brushed Wen Feng Jin’s hand away and whispered to him.

The man kept his glare on him, making him feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Wen Feng Jin responded with a noncommittal um. He rubbed his thumb on Wang Xiao Mie’s cheek one last time before standing up straight to face the man: “Are you the ones who want my heart?”

“No. Not them. Only me.” Mr. Yan gave Wen Feng Jin a piercing look and spoke in a sarcastic tone: “Wen Feng Jin, you’re just as they say, cold and heartless. Back then, all you ever cared for was your useless Shixiong. And when he died, all you think of is that rotting corpse. I’ve done so much for you and yet you don’t even recognize me.”

There was a slight change in Wen Feng Jin’s expression.

“Oh? Did you finally remember?”

Under the man’s eyes filled with a renewed expectation, Wen Feng Jin half-closed his pitch-black ones. The scarlet mark between his brows glowed red as blood. He looked down to his shoulder and gently flicked several petals off.

The gesture was an implementation that the man’s words and his existence were like dust on his shoulder, not worthy of his nostalgia.

Finally, he picked up the last petal and dropped it to the ground. The pink and seductive lips opened and said the words: “What are you to deserve this lord’s attention?”

“……”

That pretentious attitude is so cool~ Wang Xiao Mie, sitting in the coffin, took out his small notebook and jotted down. I learned something new today.

The man clenched his fists. He gritted his teeth so strong that veins emerged from his cheeks. But soon after, he relaxed his nerves and even under that much facial paralysis, pulled up a smile again.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember me, it’s good enough that I remember you, Feng Jin.” There was a horror in his laughter and perversion in his voice: “You wouldn’t have gotten the elixir if it weren’t for me. But then again, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have to stay underground even after he was awake.”

“Let me guess the reason why you both did not go back to the surface. Ha ha. Because when he leaves this tree, leaves your blood, he will die, isn’t it?! Ha hah ha.”

The man turned and pointed at Wang Xiao Mie who was poking his head out of the coffin to watch the excitement, “Mian Deng, you’re just a living corpse. It must be pretty painful to smell the rot on your body every day, isn’t it? Hmph! That is because years ago, I took half of the concoction that was meant for you. Look at me, I’ve also lived for so many years. Do you know what that concoction was made of? It’s …..”

A strong gust of wind rose and Wen Feng Jin appeared right opposite of the man with his palm squeezing his neck, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“It’s you! You still have the guts to appear in front of me!” Wen Feng Jin’s crow-black pupils turned red instantly. He brutally exerted more force until a crack, the sound of bones breaking, was heard.

When Wen Feng Jin let go of his hand, the man fell lightly to the ground. Without even looking at the corpse, he turned to the coffin and said to the wide-eyed and gaped-mouth Wang Xiao Mie: “Xiao Mie, give me my sword.”

Wang Xiao Mie was a little confused looking at the lifeless body of the man who just seconds ago was still talking like a maniac. 

This was somewhat unreal. He was expecting something more. The man was spouting incomprehensive words but he gave off a vibe that he was not easy to defeat. And then just like that, he was killed…

It was quite anti-climatic.

Wang Xiao Mie’s disappointment was also felt by Lei Jie and Xiao Luo. Their lower jaws almost touched the ground. 

“…..Shibo, didn’t you say he had something up his sleeve?” Xiao Luo pouted.

“…..Maybe that something was the bunch of rubbish he was babbling about.” It’s just a pity that his opponent was the ‘piss off, I don’t give a hoot’ type. Lei Jie covered her face.

“Wait, that’s it? And what was he talking about? What concoction? What body odor? Why don’t I know anything?” Wang Xiao Mie eyed at Wen Feng Jin suspiciously.

He had a hunch that the man was about to say something that would rebuke his previous understanding and Wen Feng Jin had deliberately shut him up.

As the thought occupied his mind, the man on the ground suddenly moved!

“Sh*t! The corpse is moving!” Xiao Luo shouted out his inner dialogue.

He watched in horror as the corpse on the ground twisted and turned. Briefly after, the man rose up like zombies in the movies.

The man held his neck and gave it a tweak. With a crisp bone cracking sound, he adjusted his neck back in place.

Wen Feng Jin tapped lightly on Wang Xiao Mie’s forehead: “Xiao Mie, snap out of it. Pass me my Liao Yue sword.”

“Ah? Oh ok ok!” Wang Xiao Mie quickly reached for the Liao Yue sword inside the coffin and handed it to Wen Feng Jin, “How is he alive?!”

“He can’t be killed by regular methods. This is a little troublesome, you should hide in the coffin. That man is crazy. When this is over, I will answer all your questions.”

Wen Feng Jin was very gentle with his words. He did not give the newly reborn monster any attention. His eyes only reflected Wang Xiao Mie’s restless expression and there was an excitement in him that Wang Xiao Mie could not understand. Slowly, he unsheathed his Liao Yue sword and said softly: “It seems that Zhen Bei was not lying. Soon, I can truly revive you, Xiao Mie.”

Wang Xiao Mie was taken aback: “What does that mean…What do you mean by truly revive? Ain’t I a zombie now? Ain’t I already revived?”

However, Wen Feng Jin did not answer him. He raised his sword and let the scabbard fall to the ground. His long dark hair fluttered as a red murderous aura emanated. When it appeared, the powerful force field was like an invisible fist pressing on one’s chest and creating a sharp boom in one’s brain!

Behind him, even Wang Xiao Mie was feeling the pressure, not to mention the man at whom the force was targeted at. He stumbled and almost fell to his knees. Lei Jie and Xiao Luo at the rear were not spared either. They grabbed at their chest and knelt on the ground with bleeding noses.

But the man was only taken by surprise. He gradually became accustomed to the pressure and finally, sent out his own energy that was similar to Wen Feng Jin’s!

“….. you say that I’m crazy?” The man’s clothes were blown rumpled by the intense force. He sneered as his face and skin turned bluish-gray at the speed visible to the naked eyes! Veins and muscles were vividly shown coursing through this skin. The pair of regular black eyes had also turned blood-red like Wen Feng Jin’s.

“Wen Feng Jin, tell me, who is the crazier one, you or me? Did you forget all the killings that you orchestrated? Have you also forgotten the slaughter you did on your own sect?”

“Shut up.”

Wen Feng Jin held his sword in one hand and drew the bright blade into a crescent. He slashed forward mercilessly!

The man was unable to dodge in time and so he used both hands to catch the blade!

“Woah! Empty-handed sword block?!”

“Woah! You think you’re Guo Jing?!” (TN: protagonist of the renowned novel Legend of the Condor Heroes)

The two exclamations were shouted at the same time. Wang Xiao Mie and Xiao Luo looked at each other from a distance. 

Fellow readers!

Wait a minute. Xiao Luo was stunned. Isn’t he a thousand-year dumpling? How does he know this reference?

But before he had time to ponder over this, the fight was getting so intense that it grabbed everyone’s attention.

After the initial attack, the man’s arm was almost cut off. However, it healed immediately. He then proceeded to pull out a soft sword from his belt.

Wen Feng Jin continued his duel with him. Light beams were reflected from the swords as sharp clinking sounds were heard as the swords clashed. To a mortal like Wang Xiao Mie, this was like witnessing a fantastical fight. 

He was dazzled by the body movements and the afterimage. If he were in this fight, he probably would not last long.

Wen Feng Jin was especially ruthless with his attacks, each strike harbored a tenacious killing intent. On the other hand, his opponent relied on his powerful healing ability, dodging what he could and taking in the damage when he failed to avoid it.

It was strange that every time Wen Feng Jin made a big wound, there was not much blood surging out. It’s almost like…..Wang Xiao Mie held Kai Ming against his chest…. It’s just like Wen Feng Jin.

Once again, the stabbed man ignored his wounds and relentlessly tried to inflict damage on Wen Feng Jin. It was an all-out battle.