Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Bumpy.

My internal organs felt like they'd been thrown into a washing machine, and even my brain was practically being shaken to a pulp.

My nasal cavity was filled with the acrid smell of burning low-quality diesel fuel.

It was a mixture of the stench of sweat fermenting from dozens of people crammed together, and the rusty smell of dried old blood.

The smell hit you right in the head, even more intoxicating than a sock that'd been soaking in a can of herring for three days.

"This kid can really sleep; he's been lying there like a corpse for two days now, hasn't he?"

A rough, hoarse voice entered Lin Bai's ears, carrying undisguised malice.

"Who cares? If it doesn't smell, it's alive."

Another voice replied casually, "As long as it has a breath left, we can sell it for money once we get to Blackrock City."

"These days, this kind of 'high-end' product with delicate skin and no sores is a hot commodity over there."

"Hey, you're right. We're incredibly lucky this time."

His rough, hoarse voice chuckled, clearly indicating he was in a very good mood.

"Not only did we get a great bargain from the Cloud City ruins, we also picked up a whole cartload of two-legged sheep from a settlement that had just been wiped out by the calamity."

"After this job, we'll have enough to live it up in the red-light district for six months!"

Amidst the cacophony of noise and turbulence, Lin Bai's consciousness finally returned.

But he didn't move.

He didn't even blink.

His professional instincts as a [Sequence 9: Fraudster] allowed him to take complete control of his body the moment he awoke.

Breathing was forcibly lengthened and slowed down, eyeballs stopped moving under eyelids, and all the muscles in the body relaxed like a puddle of mud.

He's a pro at playing dead.

Taking advantage of the illusion of being in a "deep coma," Lin Bai's senses cautiously reached out like tentacles.

A cold, heavy touch came from my wrists and ankles—it was the rough iron shackles.

The extraordinary spirituality within him was almost depleted, like a dried-up riverbed with only a little mud left to barely sustain life.

Fortunately, the foundation wasn't damaged, and at this recovery rate, it should be fully recovered in two days at most.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his body, Lin Bai slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is a swaying iron cage roof, and through the rusty gaps, you can see a gray sky outside.

A strong wind whipped up sand and gravel, sending it flying everywhere.

He was huddled in the back of a modified heavy truck, surrounded by ragged people.

These people all looked numb, their eyes as empty as dead fish, clearly having accepted their fate as "goods".

"Oh, you've finally decided to wake up?"

The guard was a skinny guy with half a cracked goggles on his face, and he was playing with two exquisite pistols in his hands, spinning them around like lightning.

He glanced at Lin Bai sideways and sneered, "If you're awake, just stay awake and don't get any funny ideas. See this thing?"

He brandished the dark muzzle of his gun at Lin Bai, his tone chilling:

"Unless you can outrun a bullet, you'd better hide your head. My bullets don't have eyes."

Lin Bai immediately shrank his neck in compliance, and his face perfectly showed the bewilderment and fear of someone who had just woken up, just like a frightened refugee.

In reality, his consciousness had already sunk into his mind and begun a dialogue with the parchment.

[Question: Please report on the current situation?]

Deep within his consciousness, the parchment unfolded lazily, the writing appearing rapidly, conveying a perfunctory "How come you're still alive?" attitude:

【answer:】

[Location: Wasteland at the source of the disaster, currently moving.]

[Faction: Roaming Faction – "Embroidered Raven Scavenging Group". A group of vultures that scavenge for food on carrion; not only greedy but also unhygienic.]

[Current Status: Slave/Rice Reserve/High-End Commodity]

[Destination: Blackrock City. Buyer: "Bone Sanctuary". By the way, your face is very marketable in the wasteland, regardless of gender; those who know, know.]

[Current status: Unconscious for two days. Due to the lack of mutation characteristics and delicate skin, it has been classified as "high-grade".]

[Note: Kid, life's like that, if you can't resist it, just enjoy it.]

"The Embroidered Crow Scavenging Group..."

Lin Bai silently recited the name in his heart, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

As long as they aren't the kind of crazy cultists who offer sacrifices to ancient gods upon meeting someone, these money-grubbing scoundrels are actually the easiest to deal with.

As long as there's something to talk about, with his silver tongue, he can easily fool them.

He lowered his head, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over his hands, which were chained together.

However, in the very next second—

His heart skipped a beat, and his pupils contracted sharply.

There was no strange sensation at all, yet there was a ring on the ring finger of his left hand!

A completely transparent ring, seemingly carved from red crystal, shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimly lit carriage.

"this……"

Lin Bai's brain momentarily went blank.

He was quite certain that he was a single man before he transmigrated, and a "domestic baby" after he transmigrated. He never touched jewelry except for the smell of cooking oil.

But he recognized the ring.

He would recognize you even if you were reduced to ashes!

In those 364 cycles of death, in Su Wan's home, which was so warm it was almost suffocating.

This ring had appeared on Su Wan's slender finger countless times.

These are their wedding rings.

The problem is, how did this thing end up in my hands?!

"When...?"

Lin Bai felt a chill run down his back, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Was it the moment when you finally stepped out of the gray fog?

That crazy woman! I've already escaped, and she still wants to leave me with something to remember her by?

Is this a locator or a curse?

Lin Bai subtly rubbed the surface of the ring with his right thumb.

It felt cool to the touch, yet it seemed to be connected to some kind of rhythm, pulsating slightly as if it were alive, like a second heart.

I applied a little force, but it didn't work. The ring seemed to be permanently attached to my finger, and it wouldn't budge.

[Question: What on earth is this stuff? Are there any side effects? Is amputation necessary to save my life? I need an answer urgently!]

This is his biggest concern.

If there were any hidden dangers in this ring, he would rather chop off his finger right now and feed it to the dogs than carry a time bomb with him.

The parchment trembled slightly, and this time the reply was exceptionally detailed, even revealing a hint of schadenfreude between the lines:

【answer:】

【Item Name: The Witch's Dowry - Crimson Greenhouse】

[Quality: ??? (This involves high-level rules; you are not qualified to listen)]

[Current Status: Depleted, Crimson Blood Limit 1 (Unlocked with Vampirism Progress)]

【Core Functionality:】

[1. Blood Brew (Passive): It's hungry, extremely hungry. Whenever you kill a creature, it will eagerly drink its broth. The blood will be absorbed and condense into "Crimson Blood Seeds."]

[2. Blood Seed Parasite (Active): Inserting a "Blood Seed" into a recently deceased corpse creates a "Blood Servant".]

[Blood Servant Characteristics: Retains its combat power from its previous life, has pain immunity, and possesses an extremely overpowered "rapid regeneration." As long as its bloodline remains, it is virtually indestructible.]

[Price: Normally, using this item requires sacrificing 1000cc of one's own blood essence daily, and one's mind will gradually be consumed by bloodlust, turning into a madman who only knows how to kill.]

【but--】

[Note: This price has been fully prepaid by "Calamity Witch" Su Wan.]

[Brief comment: Don't worry, only you can see this ring.]

[You've taken this gigolo lifestyle to a whole new level.]

This is her "dowry" to you, and also the stamp of her "private property" on you.

Don't even think about chopping off her hand, unless you want her to crawl out along the ring and have a serious talk with you about "family ethics," you heartless man.

After reading the last line, Lin Bai fell silent.

After a long while, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, finally forming an extremely complex bitter smile.

Three parts helplessness, seven parts ecstasy.

Although we don't know what that crazy woman is trying to do, one thing is certain—

This strength is real and tangible!

No cost! No need to sacrifice yourself!

What does this mean?

This means that as long as there is enough killing and enough suitable corpses.

In the future, he may be able to conjure up an army of undead that knows no pain and can regenerate infinitely!

One person can form an army, and natural disasters will strike!

The parchment clearly states that outside is a wasteland, a hell where human life is as worthless as grass.

What is the one thing that is most abundant here?

It's a corpse.

What is the one thing we have in abundance?

It was slaughter.

Lin Bai lowered his head and looked at the transparent crystal ring.

A ray of sunlight shone through the gaps in the carriage and fell on the ring, reflecting a scarlet and eerie light, like a greedy mouth waiting for its first feast.

"We need to find a way to get it started..."

Lin Bai narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the scavengers and thugs riding motorcycles and carrying homemade guns who roared past outside the carriage.

The robbers who had initially seemed menacing to him now suddenly appeared somewhat...

She has delicate features and a pretty face.

Some of them were even quite delicious.

These aren't thugs; they're clearly walking experience packs and reserve henchmen.

"Um... bro."

Lin Bai suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse but calm, completely unlike his previous quail-like demeanor.

The skinny monkey, who was sharpening his knife, was taken aback, clearly not expecting this "goods" to dare to speak to him.

He turned his head, glaring fiercely at Lin Bai, and pressed the gun barrel directly against Lin Bai's forehead:

"Who are you calling 'brother'? You're tired of living? You think I won't crack your skull open?"

Lin Bai leaned against the iron cage, trying his best to appear harmless.

He raised his bound hands, pointed to his chapped lips, and flashed a standard, con artist's smile:

"Don't be angry, big brother."

"I see our convoy is also heading into the city. It's quite a long way, so having more friends means having more options, right?"

"Um... actually, I'm a doctor."

At this point, Lin Bai paused, his eyes sincere, his tone so earnest it seemed he was about to pour out his heart:

"Could I have a drink of water? I see the guy in front of me is injured; his wound is infected and oozing pus."

"If you trust me, I might be able to help, really."

Lesson One in Lying: Demonstrate Value.

If only he could remove one of his shackles.

Even if it's just a hand.

The story in this train carriage needs to be rewritten.

......