Rules of the Unusual: My Yandere Husband Pretends to Be Innocent Online

Xia Xiaoqin sat in the darkness for a long time.

The night wind blew in from the well, making the writing on the back of her neck itch.

Qin Bufei lay at her feet, breathing shallowly, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

"Qin Bufei..."

Hesitantly, Xia Xiaoqin reached out and touched the boy's forehead.

At this moment, the boy's forehead was also frighteningly cold.

He's really going to die.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiaoqin lowered her eyes.

To be honest, she didn't have any feelings for this teammate she had only known for less than a day.

But she was still touched by what the other person said.

—I don't want to die here

When Qin Bufei said, "I don't want to die here," his voice was filled with despair.

This 18-year-old started running for his life the night before the college entrance exam. He ran for more than a year, escaping into one dungeon after another, until finally he couldn't escape anymore.

"Alright, I'll help you." Xia Xiaoqin whispered to the unconscious boy, her voice very soft, "Consider it repaying you for sparing me from meeting that guy called Brother Feng when we first met, and also... helping the me who doesn't want to die here either."

Grabbing Qin Bufei by the collar of his school uniform, Xia Xiaoqin forcefully dragged him toward the flower bushes.

The boy's body was much lighter than she had imagined, and his weight was not what one would expect for someone his tall stature.

So Xia Xiaoqin not only folded Qin Bufei, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and stuffed him into the bushes that were half a person tall by the well, but also covered him with dead branches and fallen leaves.

Just as the last leaf was placed over the girl's trouser leg, something gently pecked at it.

"oh......"

A low crowing of a rooster came from the direction of her heels.

Xia Xiaoqin suddenly turned her head and reached out towards the direction of the sound, touching the rooster's glossy feathers. The rooster had somehow huddled at her feet, tilting its head and rubbing against her wrist, its beady eyes filled with a hint of guilt and shame.

So Xia Xiaoqin scooped the rooster into her arms, extremely excited.

"Big rooster, where did you go?! I was so worried about you! I thought Qin Bufei had killed you!"

Upon hearing this, the rooster's comb turned bright red.

Of course, it dared not say that it, a dignified and spiritually intelligent rooster, had just been so frightened by a female ghost that crawled out of a well that it fainted, its head lolled to the side and it knew nothing more. When it woke up, it found itself lying at the bottom of the well, its two claws kicking in the air, and its buttocks covered in excrement!

How embarrassing! So embarrassing!

But Xia Xiaoqin didn't ask any further questions; she simply hugged the rooster tightly.

A night breeze blew, blowing the girl's wisps of hair from her forehead to the corners of her eyes. Her eyes, which could not see anything, stared blankly ahead.

"Rooster, you're very perceptive, aren't you?"

The rooster blinked and puffed out its chest with a dignified air.

"Then do me a favor: be my eyes."

"I need to find that female ghost. She crawled out of the well. The next clue must be on her."

The rooster's comb collapsed instantly, and its eyes, as big as mung beans, widened in surprise.

It quickly pointed its wingtip at itself, and finally swiped its wing across Xia Xiaoqin's neck, making a series of rapid "cluck cluck cluck" sounds.

Xia Xiaoqin understood what it meant.

Does this mean you're tired of living?

So Xia Xiaoqin took a deep breath, pressed the rooster against her chest to prevent it from running away.

I know you're scared, and I'm scared too.

"But I already know the female ghost's rules: as long as I show her malice or ignore her, she can't hurt me."

The rooster stopped struggling.

It raised its head and looked intently at Xia Xiaoqin's face with its tiny, bean-sized eyes.

At that moment, the girl lowered her head somewhat vulnerablely and rested her head against its forehead.

"Please help me... I beg you."

The rooster fell silent.

It tilted its head and stared at the girl for a long time, its tiny, bean-sized eyes swirling with a complex expression that was unlike anything a chicken should have.

Finally, it flapped its wings vigorously a few times in the girl's arms, then raised its head, patted its thin chest with the tips of its wings, and let out a loud cry.

Let's go, I'll take you.

Xia Xiaoqin didn't understand, but she understood the meaning, so she excitedly hugged the rooster and grabbed its rump.

Silence spread through the night.

Xia Xiaoqin slowly loosened her grip, feeling a different, subtle sensation in her hand.

Immediately, a faint sadness and despair arose, even more so than when he had encountered the female ghost earlier.

"Hey rooster, did you... take a dump?"

"Why weren't you told about something this important...? There's no usable water here..."

Silence spread once again.

The rooster's proud and smug smile froze.

How could such a heartwarming scene be shattered like this?

So it pleaded with Xia Xiaoqin to stop talking.

But Xia Xiaoqin, who couldn't see anything, naturally didn't see her plea.

The girl simply lowered her head sadly once again.

"Hey rooster, tell me the truth, you weren't just... scared so badly by that female ghost who crawled out of the well that you pooped and passed out, were you? Seriously, how embarrassing..."

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

The rooster crowed excitedly, signaling that there was no time to lose and they should set off immediately!

There is no chicken in the world braver than it!

huh-huh-

A chilling wind swept through the Lu family mansion.

Xia Xiaoqin hugged the rooster and carefully approached it from a distance.

The mournful cries, sometimes loud and sometimes soft, echoed in the darkness.

"My husband~ My husband~"

"My love~ my love—"

Inside the courtyard corridor carved with auspicious dragons and phoenixes, a woman in a red wedding dress, her long, wet hair swaying and wandering.

The woman tilted her head, her cloudy, grayish-white eyes slowly moving in their sockets, her lips moving incessantly.

With each word she uttered, dirty water spilled from the corners of her mouth, flowing down her chin and into the neckline of her wedding dress.

Dark red watermarks spread forward, water droplets dripping down the blood-red wedding dress.