Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

[Forbidden Sequence 9: The Trickster's Potion Recipe]

[Main Material: Blood of the Calamity Witch, Secondary Material 1: Fang of the Two-Faced Wraith, Secondary Material 2: Yin Sha Companion Grass]

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As Lin Bai looked at the blood-red words appearing on the parchment in his mind, his lips twitched.

Is this something a weakling like me could possibly get my hands on?

The Calamity Witch—just from the name, you can imagine a max-level boss with an incredibly thick health bar.

The name "Two-Faced Vengeful Spirit" alone exudes a menacing aura, and as for that companion plant, I've never even heard of it.

He took a deep breath and forcefully cooled down the overheated CPU.

[Question: Where exactly are the materials located?]

The blood-written words on the parchment distorted slightly, conveying a sense of disdain as if they were "too weak to carry," before providing the answer:

[Driving simulation in progress...]

As the three words "in the deduction" appeared, Lin Bai suddenly had a strange feeling, as if an invisible thread was binding him.

And starting from him, it began to extend, and eventually connected with some unknown entity.

As the connection was established, the answers began to appear on the parchment.

[1. The Fang of the Two-Faced Vengeful Spirit—It's right downstairs in your apartment, in Aunt Zhang's mouth (or inside her cup) in room 302.]

[2. The weed that grows alongside the evil spirits—the one with small white flowers in the flower bed to the left of the building entrance.]

[3. The Blood of the Calamity Witch—Your wife Su Wan's blood.]

[Note: Don't you understand, you idiot! In this city where you can't see the truth, there are top-quality, bizarre materials everywhere!]

Although they are all domesticated "livestock," far inferior to the former kin in the desolate wilderness of the disaster's source, they are still usable.

Domesticated? Livestock? Wilderness from the disaster area? Former relatives?

Lin Bai selectively ignored these incomprehensible terms for the time being.

My attention was drawn to the names "Aunt Zhang" and "Su Wan," and I felt a chill run down my spine.

Aunt Zhang, who is usually warm-hearted, always smiling, and even tries to introduce him to a second-marriage partner, is actually a two-faced vengeful spirit?

And the perfect wife who was standing guard outside the door, gently asking him "Are you asleep?", was actually the [Calamity Witch]?

The only thing that's easy to deal with is probably the roadside weeds.

Lin Bai's eyes darted around, and he tried to exploit a bug.

Question: What methods can I use to safely obtain these materials?

After asking the question, he waited expectantly.

If you can get it by cheating, who would risk their life?

However, the parchment, which had always been responsive to questions, remained silent this time.

The answer to the previous question is still displayed on the paper.

Lin Bai looked surprised.

What are the restrictions?

Is it related to that strange connection we just had?

Unconvinced, he asked the question again.

However, no matter what the problem was, the parchment remained completely unresponsive.

In the end, Lin Bai gave up struggling.

This parchment seems to contain rules he has not yet mastered.

He gritted his teeth and straightened up.

"Phew... You have to eat your food one bite at a time, and you have to pick up your life one piece at a time."

Lin Bai rubbed his stiff cheeks vigorously, his eyes gradually shifting from fear to a gambler's ruthlessness.

"Take care of the scattered monsters outside first, and then tackle the final boss at home."

The most pressing problem right now is: how to get out of the house?

In the middle of the night, a husband who had just said he was "tired and wanted to sleep" suddenly wanted to go out. This logic is ridiculously flawed.

The reason is a little off; Su Wan might have just physically exorcised him right there in the living room.

Since I'm going to become a "fraudster," I'll start by deceiving my wife.

Showtime.

He stood up and ruffled his hair, making it look like a bird's nest.

He pinched his inner thigh hard again, making himself wince in pain, instantly creating a state of anxiety, irritability, and even a bit of neuroticism.

He pulled out a shriveled pack of cigarettes left over from the previous owner from the drawer, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

I walked to the door and placed my hand on the cold brass handle.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

3, 2, 1.

"Click."

The door opened.

Su Wan stood at the door.

I was less than ten centimeters from the door panel; my nose was almost touching it.

She was still wearing that simple dress, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, like a beautiful wax figure.

Those dark, deep eyes gleamed with an eerie, cold light in the dim light, staring intently at Lin Bai's face.

She really did stand right next to the door the whole time.

If Lin Bai had moved any bigger just now, he probably would have crashed directly into this cold embrace.

"husband?"

Su Wan's voice was as soft as a feather, but her gaze quickly swept across his face. "Where are you going so late?"

Lin Bai didn't back down. Instead, he frowned, annoyed, and crushed the empty cigarette pack, then threw it hard on the ground.

"I'm having withdrawal symptoms, I feel terrible, and I can't sleep."

Lin Bai's voice was hoarse, carrying an extremely anxious and even somewhat impatient tone.

"I'm going downstairs to the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes and get some fresh air. Sigh... this life, no job, and I'm still relying on you to support me every day, I feel so frustrated..."

He's gambling.

Gambling on "smoking addiction" and "the ridiculous self-esteem of a gigolo" is the most reasonable behavioral logic for a corporate slave in this bizarre world.

Su Wan looked at him quietly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The air was so thick it was suffocating.

Lin Bai felt every muscle in his body trembling.

But he had to keep that "good-for-nothing" expression on his face tightly locked.

Finally, Su Wan smiled.

That eerie stiffness vanished instantly, replaced by perfect, motherly concern.

"Oh, I see... You scared me."

She reached out, her icy fingertips tracing across Lin Bai's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

She gently straightened his collar: "Then hurry back, it's dark outside, it's not safe. I'll wait for you at home."

"Um."

Lin Bai gave a vague reply and squeezed past her.

In the instant they brushed past each other, Lin Bai caught a whiff of a scent.

A cloyingly sweet aroma.

Lin Bai felt a chill run down his spine. He suppressed the urge to run away and strode heavily toward the elevator.

The cold gaze that had been fixed on his back was only cut off when the elevator doors closed.

The elevator is going down.

The number changed from 4 to 3.

"bite."

The elevator doors slowly opened.

A cold draft swept through the room.

The motion-sensor light on the third floor was broken, and the entire corridor was pitch black, with only the light from the elevator casting a small, pale fan-shaped area.

It was quiet.

A pile of miscellaneous items was stacked on the side of the elevator entrance.

Lin Bai held his breath and looked towards room 302.

The old security door was ajar, with a crack in it.

By the faint moonlight, Lin Bai saw a hunched figure sitting on a small stool by the door.

He was holding a rag and wiping something repeatedly.

It's Aunt Zhang.

She had her back to Lin Bai, and her movements were stiff.

One, two...

On the shoe cabinet next to it, there was a transparent glass.

The cup was filled with murky water, and a pair of pale white dentures were quietly soaking in it.

【The Fang of the Two-Faced Vengeful Spirit】.

Lin Bai swallowed.

Steal? No way. At this close range, if Aunt Zhang turns around, he'll be dead.

We must lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Lin Bai took a deep breath, his face instantly changing to a simple and somewhat anxious expression, and strode over.

"Aunt Zhang? Still up so late?"

The sound broke the silence.

The hunched figure suddenly stopped moving.

Aunt Zhang slowly turned her head.

In the darkness, her face appeared exceptionally pale.

Because he wasn't wearing dentures, his lips were dry and sunken, and his whole face was wrinkled up like a dried-out walnut.

She squinted, staring intently at Lin Bai for several seconds before finally managing a slightly slurred smile:

"It's... Kobayashi. Why... aren't you asleep yet?"

The sound was like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, giving people the creeps.

Lin Bai forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, scratched his head, and looked embarrassed:

"Oh, don't even mention it. I had a craving for cigarettes and wanted to go downstairs to buy a pack, but I was in such a rush that I forgot to bring a lighter. Ma'am, do you have a lighter or matches? Could I borrow one?"

This is a very reasonable request.

It's perfectly normal for neighbors to borrow a light from each other.

Aunt Zhang's cloudy eyes darted around, as if trying to determine the truth or falsehood of Lin Bai's words.

A few seconds later, she nodded and slowly stood up: "Yes... wait here, I'll go get it for you."

She turned around and, with heavy steps, moved slowly into the house.

opportunity!

The moment Aunt Zhang stepped into the shadows of the inner room, Lin Bai moved.

Without the slightest hesitation, he used the speed of someone who had been single for twenty years to reach out and grab the glass on the shoe cabinet with lightning speed.

Fortune favors the bold!

Ignoring the sticky texture of the water, he scooped up the dentures that seemed to still be "breathing".

He casually stuffed it into his pocket.

The whole process was smooth and took less than two seconds.

Then he quickly retreated to his original position, put his hands in his pockets, and stood obediently at the door, shaking his leg, as if the thief from before was a completely different person.

"Da, da, da."

Aunt Zhang came out.

She held a red lighter in her hand and handed it to Lin Bai: "It was left for...that guy. I don't know if it still works."

That mouth?

Lin Bai's mind flashed to an old man who had died six months ago.

Aunt Zhang's husband.

Now that I think about it... the old man's death seems a bit suspicious...

"Thank you so much, ma'am! You're a true saint!"

Lin Bai accepted the lighter with both hands, his face filled with gratitude.

Aunt Zhang's sunken eyes were fixed on Lin Bai. Suddenly, her gaze fell on the shoe cabinet next to her.

The cup that once held the dentures is now empty.

The air froze instantly.

Lin Bai's heart stopped, but he still wore a simple, honest smile: "Auntie, then I won't disturb your rest any longer, I'll go downstairs now!"

After saying that, he turned and walked away, his pace extremely fast, but he never ran.

I just got to the elevator.

Behind me, came Aunt Zhang's soft voice: "Little Lin..."

Lin Bai paused, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Hey! Is there anything else, ma'am?" He turned around, forcing himself to be brave.

Aunt Zhang stood in the shadows, her toothless mouth twisting into a strange arc.

It looked like she was laughing, but it also looked like she was crying.

"Have you seen my dentures?"

"False teeth? I don't see them?" Lin Bai looked bewildered.

Aunt Zhang seemed unconvinced and dragged her hunched body over.

He looked Lin Bai up and down, and finally fixed his gaze on the pocket of Lin Bai's pants.

"Really? No?"

"Why do I have this feeling it's in your pocket?"

As she spoke, she reached out to touch Lin Bai's pocket...

Until his hand reached the outside of his pocket... it was empty.

Lin Bai suppressed his fear and feigned innocence, "No, Aunt Zhang, why would I steal your dentures?"

"You can't be this blatant in your accusations."

"If you want to see it, then go ahead and watch it."

As Lin Bai spoke, he showed Aunt Zhang his pants, coat, and every other part of his body that could hold things.

But apart from the lighter he had just received, there was nothing else.

"Now, do you see clearly?"

"Did you forget where you put it?"

Aunt Zhang stared at Lin Bai with a puzzled look for a long time.

Finally, he shook his head helplessly, "Okay, I'll look for it myself."

"Go on... Walk carefully... Don't... fall."

"Alright, alright!"

Lin Bai waved stiffly, turned around, and went into the elevator.

It wasn't until I went down two floors that the feeling of being stared at by death, like a thorn in my back, subsided slightly.

"Huff... huff..."

Lin Bai leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

After waiting quietly for more than 10 minutes, until Lin Bai estimated that Aunt Zhang had already gone back, he tiptoed back up the stairs to the door of room 302.

Quietly retrieve the dentures that had just been thrown into the pile of clutter near the elevator entrance.

Luckily, I reacted quickly enough...

The first material has arrived.

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Without stopping, he rushed out of the building and immediately locked his gaze on the flower bed on the left.

The night was deep, and the streetlights in the neighborhood flickered weakly.

The flower bed was overgrown with weeds, and among a pile of withered yellow weeds, there was an inconspicuous little grass.

A tiny white flower, no bigger than a fingernail, blooms at the top, swaying gently in the night breeze.

It looks ordinary, even a bit unremarkable.

Lin Bai looked around to make sure there were no strange-looking neighbors wandering around before squatting down.

"I'm sorry, Little Flower."

He reached out, pinched the root of the small grass, and pulled it out sharply.

"Pop".

A soft, moist sound.

The moment he pulled off the root, Lin Bai felt as if he were holding not a blade of grass, but a wet, cold finger.

What flowed from the broken end was not juice, but a milky white, foul-smelling, viscous liquid that looked exactly like... brain matter.

vomit--

Lin Bai felt a churning in his stomach.

But he knew it was just a psychological effect.

Before he was exposed, everything was actually maintained as normal.

What you see with your eyes may not be the truth; only survival is real.

He suppressed his nausea, quickly wrapped it in a prepared tissue, and stuffed it into another pocket.

That makes two complete.

Lin Bai was somewhat dazed.

Now, only one thing remains.

It is also the most fatal one.

Lin Bai looked up at the window of his home, which was emitting a warm light.

Main ingredient: Blood of the Witch of Calamity

Lin Bai gave a bitter smile, clutching the two items in his pocket tightly, his palms covered in cold sweat.

This is the real hellish difficulty.

How can I get the blood of that "perfect wife" without getting killed?

Forcibly seizing it would be suicide, so the only option is... to outsmart them.

"Honey, I'm back from buying cigarettes."

Lin Bai muttered to himself, a hint of a crazed gambler flashing in his eyes.

"Hopefully tonight... your blood will be easier to obtain."

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