My wife is not a demon

"Yes."

Zhang Qianzi took one last greedy look, then turned and left.

When he walked to the entrance of the hall, suddenly a strand of black hair that was several feet long rushed towards him like a long snake, wrapped around his neck, and then with a click, the entire head was twisted off, rolled twice on the ground, and came to the woman underfoot.

The woman was wearing half-jade embroidered shoes and gently stepped on her head.

She picked up the blood-stained hair, put it between her lips and gently pressed it a few times. The red lips were as delicate as rose petals, extremely alluring.

"I've been following you for several years, can't you control your own hands?"

The sweet voice pierced through the bloody hair, carrying a touch of sternness and regret.

Hong Zhu'er picked up the teacup, drank it in one gulp, and said towards the outside of the hall: "Pull off his face and replace it with someone similar, it will still be useful."

-

Chen Mu walked slowly on the noisy street.

He squinted his eyes halfway, recalling the situation in the hall just now in his mind, especially that vixen-like woman.

"It's really attractive."

Chen Mu tried his best to suppress the flames in his lower abdomen that had risen in the hall before, and licked the corner of his mouth. "But compared to my wife and Zhiyue, it's still worse."

Just as he was thinking, Chen Mu suddenly felt that his eyes seemed to be staring at him.

It's a strong sixth sense.

Chen Mu raised his head subconsciously and looked across the street.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened. It was obviously a hot day, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

On the street, there was a lot of traffic, and hawkers shouted.

And in front of the stall on the opposite side——

A bride in a red wedding dress, a red hijab, and red embroidered shoes is standing there!

Although the other party was wearing a red hijab, his eyes seemed to be fixed on him.

Ghost Bride!

Chen Mu's scalp exploded, and a chill ran down his spine.

What's the situation, hasn't she...already taken that Ji Kou away?Do you still want to take me away?

Snapped!

A pale hand fell from the shoulder.

"Fuck!"

Chen Mu was taken aback, and burst into foul language.

Looking back, there was a handsome young man in front of him, looking at him in astonishment: "Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"

This young man was actually Zhuge Fengchu who had investigated the case with Chen Mu in Qingyu County.

At the moment he is holding a green leaf in his hand.

Crystal clear.

Chen Mu laughed loudly, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he turned his head and looked to the other side of the street - there was nothing, no bride!

"Are you dreaming?"

Chen Mu patted his head hard.

Zhuge next to him looked at each other inexplicably.

Seeing that Chen Mu was in a daze, he subconsciously pressed the leaf in his hand towards the opponent's back.

Then in the next second, Chen Mu suddenly punched Zhuge Fengchu on the bridge of the nose, and the latter immediately gushed out nosebleeds, screaming and clutching his nose.

"What are you doing!"

Zhuge Fengchu was dumbfounded.

Chen Mu quickly asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? It must hurt." Zhuge Fengchu glared at the other party angrily, aggrieved.

Chen Mu murmured to himself: "I can also say that I am not dreaming."

-

Chapter 162 Murderous case again!

In the semi-open teahouse box.

Chen Mu brewed the refreshing pine needle jade dew tea himself, handed it to Zhuge Fengchu, and apologized:

"I'm sorry, Senior Zhuge, I was in a trance just now, thinking I was dreaming. So I wanted to test whether it hurts after being beaten, please forgive me."

Zhuge Fengchu covered her nose with her handkerchief, black lines all over her face: "Then why don't you hit yourself?"

"I fear pain."

Chen Mu spread his hands. "And I'm not a fool. If it were you, would you beat yourself for no reason?"

"Then why did you hit me?"

"Aren't I dead? I thought I was dreaming. In the dream, I could hit whoever I wanted. Who cares?"

"But this is not a dream!" Zhuge Fengchu said angrily.

"That's right, I realized it wasn't a dream when I saw you screaming for pain, so I apologized to you."

"..."

Zhuge Fengchu was speechless.

He suddenly realized that it was difficult to reason with this guy with his IQ and face, and he was caught by the other party infinitely.

Forget it, a gentleman does not argue with a villain.

Zhuge Fengchu clutched her nose which was still burning and hurting, and said in a muffled voice: