Chapter 4 Hey, My Wife Is so Nice

The fifth time. [6][9][s][h][u][x][.][c][o][m]

Fang Xiu has completely understood that escaping is useless, and fear is also useless. He can't lie in bed with his eyes closed for the rest of his life. If he wants to survive, he can only face his wife and truly ignore her, otherwise he will never be able to leave the house.

"Husband, it's time for breakfast."

Fang Xiu turned a deaf ear, got up with lifeless eyes, got out of bed, and walked towards the bedroom door.

His wife was blocking the bedroom door.

Fang Xiu was not moved at all, as if he didn't see it, and "bumped" into his wife directly.

The imagined collision did not happen, Fang Xiu seemed to pass through a ball of air without any hindrance.

He had guessed that when his wife was not sure that he could see her, the two sides could not have physical contact.

The fact that his wife had just penetrated the bed proved this point well.

Soon, he successfully walked out of the bedroom.

But his wife didn't seem to intend to let him go at all. Like a playful butterfly, she kept flashing in front of Fang Xiu.

Then Fang Xiu died.

Died from poor acting skills, died from being unable to overcome instinctive reactions.

It is difficult for a person to not blink when someone punches him. Even if the punch only stays one centimeter away from the tip of the nose, the instinctive reaction is still to blink.

My wife is like this. The more you ignore her, the closer she will get to you. She may even float in front of you like a ghost, so close that your noses are touching and you can kiss her with just a pout.

At this time, even professional actors would be scared.

The sixth time.

Fang Xiu walked out of the bedroom with a blank expression. He did not rush out of the door in an instant, fearing that his unusual behavior would arouse suspicion, but planned to go to the toilet first.

His wife seemed very "shy" and did not follow him to the toilet.

Just as Fang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and began to release, a beautiful head slowly stretched out from the toilet.

Fang Xiu died again.

The seventh time, the eighth time, the ninth time, the tenth time.

Fang Xiu had died to despair, numbness, and collapse.

He couldn't do it, he really couldn't do it.

No matter what, he couldn't overcome his instinctive reaction. His wife would suddenly appear in various ways, so that his vision could not help but fluctuate.

Once, she even came out from Fang Xiu's chest.

Running away directly would not work either. His abnormal behavior would directly stimulate his wife to transform.

Multiple deaths made Fang Xiu's tense nerves completely collapse.

He resisted, he ran away, he gave up on himself... It was useless, everything was useless.

It was as if he was destined to die in the hands of his wife.

The eleventh time, the twelfth time, the thirteenth time...

"Husband, it's time to have breakfast."

"Hehe, my wife is so nice."

Fang Xiu went crazy.

His mental state had completely become abnormal, from the original rationality to madness and confusion.

But, my wife is not a judge, she will not let you go just because you become a mental patient.

The cycle of death continues.

What will happen when a person is stimulated to madness by a stimulus, and then after he goes crazy, he is still stimulated in the same way?

No one knows...

The eighteenth time.

Fang Xiu lay quietly on the bed. If it weren't for the barely perceptible breathing and the instinctive beating of his heart, he would have looked like a corpse.

If someone could see his eyes at this moment, they would be shocked to find that they were not the eyes of a living person at all.

His eyes were full of dead silence, like a pool of stagnant water, and no human emotions could be seen in them.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but Fang Xiu's windows were sealed with cement.

But if someone could see through the thick cement, through the eyes that were calm to death, they would find...

Under the calmness, there was an unimaginable, extremely suppressed madness!

And hatred that was enough to ignite the blood in the whole body!

The crazy flame of hatred was burning fiercely, it was the hatred for his wife, the monstrous hatred for being killed eighteen times!

Some people are alive, but they are actually dead.

Some people are crazy, but they are actually very sober.

This is Fang Xiu's state at this moment.

Multiple deaths drove him crazy, but in the end, the overwhelming hatred pulled his sanity back in the madness. It can be said that the hatred for his wife reshaped his sanity.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu calmly sat up from the bed, and unconsciously murmured: "Die, die, die, you deserve to die, as long as I live, you must die."

His voice was low and calm, and there was no emotional fluctuation.

In the calmest voice, saying the most horrifying words.

"Husband, it's time to have breakfast."

The gentle voice of his wife sounded at the right time.

Fang Xiu pretended not to hear it, got up, put on his shoes, got out of bed, went straight through his wife's body, and then went to the toilet, washed, and changed clothes.

During this period, his wife interfered as usual, but from beginning to end, Fang Xiu's eyes never changed at all, as if he really couldn't see.

After putting on his clothes, Fang Xiu even sat at the table and ate a breakfast calmly.

Of course, he made his own breakfast, fried an egg, added a sausage, sandwiched it with whole wheat bread, and paired it with a glass of pure milk. It was simple and nutritious.

It is obvious that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.

My wife is like this. She said it was time to have breakfast, but in fact she didn't make breakfast at all.

After finishing breakfast, Fang Xiu walked straight towards the door.

He wants to leave here, go outside to explore clues about his wife, and look for abnormalities in this world. Only in this way can he have a chance to take revenge.

Just as he put his hand on the door handle, his wife's beautiful face was embedded in the door, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Honey, please don't go out. Can you stay at home with me?"

Click!

The door handle was unscrewed, and Fang Xiu walked out of the room calmly.

boom!

The door was slammed shut.

My wife did not follow him out.

After eighteen deaths, Fang Xiu finally managed to walk out of the room, but there was no joy in his heart about surviving the disaster.

He only thinks about one thing now, revenge!

In addition to revenge, this is revenge!

"No one can kill me eighteen times and get away with it! No one!"

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

Fang Xiu's neither light nor heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor.

He lived on the fifth floor, and it was an old community with no elevator at all, so he had to walk downstairs.

Soon, walking through the dark and dilapidated corridor, the unit door appeared in front of Fang Xiu.

He slowly pushed open the unit door, and bright and warm sunlight filtered through the cracks in the door, and continued to fill the dim corridor as the door opened.

It was as if there was a sunny and warm world outside the door, and the sun was shining warmly on Fang Xiu.

After eighteen deaths, he finally saw the sun outside the door alive.

He took one step forward and plunged into the sunny world outside.

Afterwards, Fang Xiu froze in place, his blood almost congealed.

At this moment, his whole body was wrapped in sunlight, and he could no longer feel the slightest warmth.

He stared blankly at the outside world and murmured subconsciously: "Is this... hell?"