Strange World Survival Manual

At dusk, Yan Ling was lying on the bed.

Suddenly, a handkerchief moved in his arms, and his eyes slowly opened with a confused look.

Then he got up, put on his clothes, and prepared to go out. But when he was about to go out, a look of struggle suddenly appeared on his face.

Immediately, he turned around and picked up the crystal scales placed on the table.

After picking up the scales, Yan Ling's confusion suddenly disappeared, and her eyes suddenly became clear.

"Who am I?" Yan Ling looked at the scales in his hand with a puzzled expression. He clearly remembered that he was lying on the bed before, but why was he suddenly standing by the door with his clothes on?

But he immediately thought of something, slapped his head, and exclaimed: "I almost forgot to go to Xian'er's place. If she didn't see me, she would definitely be anxious."

Having said this, he immediately hurried out of the back door.

Xian'er is his wife and she has been living outside the city. He has been visiting her recently.

But Yan Ling didn't think deeply about it. When did he have a wife in Zetian Mansion?

After he walked out of the door, he hurried towards the city gate.

After arriving at the city gate, he walked in another direction.

But if Li Si was here, he would definitely know where Yan Ling was going.

That's where the ghost market is and where a mass grave is located.

After Yan Ling walked in that direction for a while, he arrived in front of a small house.

At the door of the house, there was a woman in white looking at him with a smile.

This woman has a pretty face, a good figure and is dressed in white. In this dusk, she is like a fairy from the sky who has fallen into the mortal world.

When Yan Ling saw this woman, he was fascinated for a moment because she was his wife.

Looking at his fairy-like wife, all his previous doubts disappeared, and he just wanted to spend some time with his beloved wife as soon as possible.

"Yan Lang, you're back." Seeing Yan Ling's return, a gentle smile appeared on the pretty face of the woman in white, just like the wife who had been waiting at the door for a long time.

Seeing his wife's gentle smile, Yan Ling felt like her heart was about to melt. A warm current flowed through her heart, and she felt like she was the happiest person in the world.

Then he walked to the front of the house, opened his hands and hugged the woman in white.

But when Yan Ling wanted to hug the woman in white, the woman in white suddenly ducked to the side, avoiding Yan Ling's hug.

Seeing his wife avoid his embrace, Yan Ling's eyes showed a look of astonishment, and he looked at the woman in white with some confusion.

"What's that bulging thing in your arms?" The woman in white looked at Yan Ling and slightly frowned her slender eyebrows.

Hearing the words of the woman in white, Yan Ling suddenly understood. He took out the dragon scale from his arms with a smile and said, "This is a magic weapon I gave to you from a brother. It is said to be used to ward off evil spirits."

Seeing the dragon scale in Yan Ling's hand, the woman in white twitched slightly at the corner of her eye, and then looked at Yan Ling embarrassedly: "It's easy to hit me if you put this thing in your arms, so please put it aside."

Hearing the words of the woman in white, Yan Ling showed a troubled look on his face. Li Si had told him before that he should carry this magical weapon with him.

"Hey..." Seeing him like this, the woman in white sighed quietly, with a sad look on her face: "I didn't expect that you and I have been married for many years, but you are not even willing to do this small request."

When she said this, tears flowed from her eyes, and she looked sad and heart-wrenching.

Seeing the woman in white crying, Yan Ling immediately panicked, quickly put the dragon scales aside in a corner, walked up to the crying woman in white, and hugged her.

With the soft fragrance in his arms, he looked at his wife who was as beautiful as a fairy, and for a moment he was mesmerized by the sight.

"Take me in. The threshold is a bit high. It's hard for me to walk in." The woman in white shyly buried her head in Yan Ling's arms and whispered.

Hearing the words of the woman in white, Yan Ling nodded repeatedly, the confusion in his eyes getting deeper and deeper, and he picked up the woman in white and crossed the high threshold and walked inside.

As soon as she entered the room, the face and pink neck of the woman in white turned pink.

"Give me...give me..." She murmured softly with a hint of mist in her eyes.

Listening to her voice, Yan Ling couldn't bear it anymore and kissed the delicate lips of the woman in white.

Along with the kiss, a look of enjoyment appeared on his face, and he gradually closed his eyes.

But Yan Ling didn't know that when he closed his eyes, the head in front of him had turned into a half-rotten fox head.

Then, Yan Ling became weaker and weaker, and her whole body seemed to have shrunk and lost weight.

Then he passed out and was buried in the fox's chest.

Seeing that he was unconscious, the fox chuckled, picked him up and jumped towards the bedroom.

When she passed a threshold, she jumped in with a little jump.

Then the fox gently placed Yan Ling on the bed, found a stool and sat down, watching Yan Ling in a daze.

"What a cute little thing." She looked at it for a while, then suddenly giggled and covered her mouth with her paw.

But her mouth was so long that the fox's paws couldn't cover it, and saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth along with the rotten juice on her face.

Suddenly, Yan Ling moved unconsciously on the bed, with a look of struggle on her face.

Seeing him like this, the fox immediately stopped laughing, and his whole body slowly changed, becoming a delicate woman again.

"Yan Lang, I am your wife. I met you in Jingning County. I was wearing white clothes at that time..." The woman in white kept talking in Yan Ling's ears, talking about her "past" with Yan Ling. ".

Hearing the voice of the woman in white, Yan Ling slowly opened her eyes and looked at her.

"Xian'er..." The corners of his mouth slowly raised, looking tender, but the look of confusion in his eyes was a little heavier.

Seeing his appearance, the woman in white showed a smile in her eyes and whispered, "It's me, your fairy, your wife."

"It's nice to have you by my side." Yan Ling smiled stupidly, and then slowly closed her eyes.

"We will be together forever." The woman in white smiled softly, but there was a chilling greedy look in her eyes.

In the early morning, Yan Ling walked out of the house. His body, which had lost weight, suddenly returned to its original shape.

As he walked towards the city, a piece of crystal clear scales shimmered under the moonlight.

In the courtyard, a pair of green eyes stared at the door.

"You are mine, you will always be mine!" A crazy voice came from the house.

Then there was a heart-stopping sound of swallowing saliva coming from inside.