I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

Chapter 79 Waiting for a fight

The sun lingered in the sky indistinctly, as though isolated by something. The sultry hot air turned everyone into rice cooking in a rice cooker, and the weed-infested village was as silent as the dead.

The cicadas screeched piercingly, and the heat crimped the green leaves at the edges.

In the gloomy sky, a thunderstorm was forming.

A vast expanse of dark clouds quickly dominated the sky in the afternoon, and the sky became overcast in a matter of seconds. The heated wind swirled up the loess and blew all over the sky, while tiny sandstone "clattered" against the door and windows.

Something was in the wind as it filled the building...

The first thunderclap arrived from the horizon half an hour later.

As he lay flat on the ground, he wore a golden beast-headed belt around his waist and gripped a jet-black pike inlaid with fine iron rings in his hand.

The young general wore merely a headband embroidered with patterns on his forehead instead of a helmet and his long feather crown. He was at ease and hid outside the sleepy settlement behind a large tree and unkempt grass.

The village had just recently been established and was bordered by woods, grass, and rocks.

Wen Fengjin, who was masking his presence, stared at the village with an indifferent expression.

"Haha, it seems that he hasn't been idle for the past 20 years. There are so many puppets and weapons."

An Kai tsk-ed twice. The young man had thick brows, big eyes, and a grin on his face, yet his eyes were frighteningly dark. He cocked his head to look at Wen Fengjin, who was standing next to him.

"Senior Wen, what do you think? This is far more serious than we anticipated."

Wen Fengjin remained silent. His long and narrow eyes had peculiar pupils which were fixed ahead, the mark on his glabella was bright red, and his silver hair poured down from the red jade crown, which was exceedingly gorgeous.

After a few moments of silence, his thin and slender hand reached into the inner pocket of his long sleeve, pulled out a small medicine bottle, and tossed it to An Kai.

"Take it."

"What’s this?"

An Kai effortlessly caught it and shook the green jade bottle.

Wen Fengjin: "This is one of my tomb palace's treasures. You can basically recover if you take it when you are about to die. It was refined by an alchemist I found back then in order to resurrect my shixiong. However, my shixiong and I drank the elixir, so it has minimal effect on me. It contains a total of seventeen pieces."

That year, he acquired all of the world's treasures, countless unique artifacts, and hired talented people from all over. The mausoleum was gorgeous and massive, built over a wholly unbroken leyline, and the rare treasures inside were numerous; the countless golden pearls were like grains of sand.

Wen Fengjin had even utilized the fish beads that could restore vision as accessories for Wang Xiaomie's hairband.

Wen Fengjin's long and narrow eyes squinted, and his already red peculiar pupils turned as he looked askance at An Kai from the corners of his eyes, his lips hooked up in a smile.

"That’s enough for you to die seventeen times."

An Kai whistled softly.

"Good stuff."

No wonder even the royal family of a hundred years later was not extravagant! So this guy had robbed all the good stuff a hundred years ago.

"With this thing, it doesn’t matter how much those weapons subdue me."

An Kai smiled brightly, and his eyes shone with a fierce fighting spirit. He was a warrior, and nothing made his blood boil faster than battling! Certainly not wealth!

"Remember to keep one."

"Don't put it in the bottle, hide it somewhere else," Wen Fengjin advised.

An Kai was startled, then burst out laughing.

He stated, "I admire you brainy people, but I also hate you brainy people the most. The chess game is over in your eyes before the opposing party can even make a move." Wen Fengjin gave him a blank stare and said nothing.

"Haha, my family’s little emperor is the same. If he hadn’t tricked and lied to me and had honestly followed me back then, he wouldn't have had his legs broken by me today and become a Huangquan couple[1]."

An Kai stashed his smile and exuded a burst of valor all over his body. He didn't mind that he had concluded the conversation on his own. He bent his head, uncorked the medicine bottle's stopper, and poured a little pill into his palm.

The little pill was scarlet, with a fishy and spicy odor. An Kai hooked out the red rope around his neck with his finger while mumbling 'good stuff.'

An old pouch with mandarin ducks embroidered on it hung from the red rope. The gold thread had fallen apart in a few places, and the corners were ragged, yet An Kai still lovingly wore it next to his flesh.

An Kai tied and put back the red rope in place after the small pill rolled into the brocade bag from the slanted palm.

Thunder rang out from all directions.

"All right, let's go."

Wen Fengjin's face sank as he prepared to rush out when An Kai grasped his sleeve frantically.

"Wait! Wait!"

"What's the problem?"

Wen Fengjin frowned as he brushed off his hand.

An Kai scratched his face while shaking the medicine bottle in front of the two of them.

"I just thought of a problem. This medicine won’t expire after a thousand years, right..."

"......"

Wen Fengjin sneered at An Kai's large eyes, turned his head, shook his sleeves, and dashed towards the nearest puppet in the village.

An Kai rubbed the tip of his nose awkwardly as he felt those ice blade-like eyes rake over him, and saw Wen Fengjin turn around and begin his assault. He grinned, flashing his gleaming teeth, and rolled his pike out in a flourish. His motions were unaffected by the lightweight armor. The easygoing young man transformed into a ferocious warrior the instant he extended his pike.

"Senior Wen, wait for me!"

He yelled with laughter, brandishing his pike, and pounced like a tiger in the twinkling of an eye on another monstrous puppet!

The thunder was becoming louder.

Blue-purple lightning flashed through the thick clouds. The door to the small wooden building was wide open, the living room was facing the outside, and many one-eyed puppets patrolled around with their heads lowered and their weapons pulled behind them.

Yi Yan sat in the master seat, looking out, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as hot tea was placed on the tall teapoy.

Xiao An, the young girl, was dressed in a white Doraemon half-sleeve, a blue vest, and a short skirt. She sat on the wooden chair off to the side, shaking her legs and clutching a pink long 'magic wand' in her soft small hands.

Bai Yu made no eye contact with her or Yi Yan. With a blank expression, he clutched the puppet representing Wang Xiaomie in his palm, and his eyes drifted somewhere without focusing.

Wang Xiaomie and Little Purple Hair, who was wrapped in a sack, sat with their backs against the wall behind him.

Little Purple Hair growled quietly to the side, while Wang Xiaomie's warm and delicate face remained expressionless. His eyes, which had formerly blazed with warmth and a lively spirit, were dull and gazed forward, as if he were a normal man who had lost his wits and had a mental disease.

In fact, Wang Xiaomie's heart was on fire with anxiety, as if it were being roasted.

There are so many one-eyed monsters outside; I hope Xiao Wenzi and An Kai will be okay...

Bai Yu took him and Little Purple Hair to the log house where Yi Yan was located not long after he found that the so-called villagers were all monsters created by Yi Yan.

Wang Xiaomie's feelings were identical to the weather outside on seeing Yi Yan's confident appearance, especially because he always had an indescribable ominous feeling.

Even with a rush of wind, the sultry air remained hot, and the gloomy sky left people breathless. Yi Yan's tea-drinking action came to a halt. The gray braid with black hair hung down the back of his head, and a few strands of hair had escaped and fell across his brow, softening his shrewd appearance.

He moved the corners of his mouth and placed the cup of tea on the teapoy.

His gaze was drawn to the site of the village entrance.

"They’re here," he announced calmly, his slender eyes curving into crescents.

They’re here?

Wen Fengjin and An Kai are here?!

Wang Xiaomie surreptitiously took advantage of their backs to him and glanced out. Little Purple Hair beside him seemed to realize something, and his roars became weaker. He shifted uneasily in the sack.

The door was wide open and faced the outside, allowing a quick glimpse of the broad area outside. The odd puppets outdoors, like Yi Yan, appeared to detect something. They were dragging their massive machetes with their heads down a moment earlier, but now they had all straightened up and eerily raised their heads in the same direction, showing the single giant red eye that took up their entire faces.

The inorganic eyeballs swiveled, and both hands clutched the blade's handle, the knife's tip hitting the ground.

Yi Yan and Bai Yu were both looking in that direction. The cute little girl Xiao An, on the other hand, had no expression on her delicate little face as she leapt down from the chair, holding the super girlie pink 'magic wand.'

Her valiant posture and the aura that exploded all over her body made the pink magic wand she was carrying look like she was raising a brick.

Wang Xiaomie believed that he might be knocked out in less than ten bouts under the girl's Balala** Magic Fairy Wand.

Everyone was in a range of moods as they waited for a gory, life-or-death combat against the backdrop of dark clouds, thunder, strong winds, and lightning.

"Crack!"

Blue-purple lightning flashed in the black clouds, appearing to tear a large hole in the sky! It was followed by deafening thunder that made everyone cringe!

He's here...

In a daze, Wang Xiaomie glanced in that direction. It wasn't anything specific, just a feeling.

Sure enough, the crisp metallic sound of a knife pierced the silence in the next second!

Two one-eyed puppets flew in from the outside and collided with the hall's door frame!

The limbs were torn, and blue liquid oozed from within. The puppets collapsed to the ground as if they were flesh and blood bodies, their parts flying everywhere as if they were body parts!

Something else, God knows what, rolled to Wang Xiaomie's finger.

But Wang Xiaomie didn't have time to look down, and his gaze was fixed on the approaching figure.

"Fengjin..."

Wang Xiaomie called out his name in his heart.

Who knows if it really was the so-called heart-to-heart connection[2], but Wen Fengjin's gaze was drawn to him at that very moment. Despite the fact that Xiaomie was in a room more than 50 meters away, crouched behind someone else.

Such a small gap, yet they still locked gazes.

Wen Fengjin's lips moved silently.

Don't be scared.

He said soundlessly: Shixiong, I'm here to take you home.

Only gods know what transpired at that precise moment. Wang Xiaomie's chest felt stuffy and painful, tinged with an aching that made him want to cry.

It was like going back in time to when a wolf pup, unaware of the immensity of the world, piggy-backed him on an unattainable mountain path for survival and uttered the same thing.

"Shixiong, I will absolutely make you survive," he said.

"......"

I'll wait for you. I believe in you, whether it's then or now.

I've always known there's a man, an obsession named Wen Fengjin, who can overcome thousands of mountains and rivers, life and death, and time to eventually stand by my side...

There was a clapping sound.

Yi Yan applauded Wen Fengjin and An Kai: "Welcome! My guests, there have been numerous grievances between us over the last two decades. However, today is a good time. Everything will end today, regardless of which of us dies here. To commemorate the occasion, I have specially prepared plenty of small gifts for you."

He politely greeted Wen Fengjin and An Kai with the gentleman's salutation of yore, extended his fingers, and snapped them after speaking.

A sharp sound was heard.

The doors to the surrounding wooden structures slammed open, and the one-eyed puppets stared at Wen Fengjin and An Kai in the dark with red eyes.

"Let's get started."

Yi Yan chuckled as he picked up his teacup.

Footnotes:

[1] lit. Yellow Springs. It's the underworld of Chinese mythology; the equivalent of Hades or Hell. Huangquan couple refers to a folktale. You can read it here. However, in An Kai's situation, it is the literal meaning. After they both died and transformed into monsters, he 'married' Little Purple Hair.

[2] A meeting of minds. It was a metaphor for two people in love, and it is now a metaphor for both sides to understand one another's ideas. In short, tacit understanding.

**Balala, Little Magic Fairy is a Chinese magical girl metaseries.