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

Xia Xiaoqin stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

With a thud, the rooster was so startled that it fell off the windowsill, landing on its bottom with its two claws pointing skyward, its tiny, beady eyes filled with disbelief.

—This shameless man claims to be Xia Xiaoqin's boyfriend?

Are you kidding me?!

"Shh!"

Xia Xiaoqin was terrified and quickly signaled the rooster to be quiet.

But the movement just now had alerted those inside the house.

Almost the instant he heard the sound, Zhao Dafeng's hand was already on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"Who's outside!?"

With a loud shout, Zhao Dafeng drew his knife and strode towards the outside with a murderous aura.

Oh no!

Xia Xiaoqin's breath hitched.

She didn't have time to think about what Lu Yang's voice meant. She bent down to grab the rooster and groped her way to escape with her people.

But just then, a voice drifted over from the end of the corridor.

"My husband—my husband—"

The cold and stern voice made Zhao Dafeng stop in his tracks as he walked towards the door.

In the dim light, a figure was faintly reflected on the window paper, which made him turn around abruptly.

In the darkness, a woman, soaking wet, stood in the doorway, her head tilted to the side. Her wet black hair was draped over her blood-red wedding dress, and her cloudy gray-white eyes slowly moved in their sockets, as if searching for something in the room, staring at him.

"Grass!!!"

Startled, Zhao Dafeng shouted and grabbed the faceless man next to him by the back of the collar, kicking him hard towards the ghost bride.

"What are you standing there for? Go and block it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shameless man was sent flying, staggering and crashing into the ghost bride.

He screamed and instinctively reached his hands forward, but they passed right through the ghost bride's body.

"What?!"

Zhao Dafeng was surprised, but the next second the ghost bride didn't look at him. With her cloudy gray eyes wide open, she continued to walk forward, step by step, dragging her soaked wedding dress, towards the depths of the room.

Then she stopped.

She stood in front of the bed, tilting her head, staring at the empty bed with her eyes, which had been soaked and rotten at the bottom of the water.

The bedding on the bed remained exactly as Xia Xiaoqin had left it, with the blankets half-open and the pillow askew to one side.

The ghost bride's lips moved slightly.

"My love—"

The ghost bride's voice changed.

It wasn't the eerie, goosebump-inducing tone from before; instead, it carried an indescribable tremor, as if it were filled with fear.

Then, the ghost bride gripped the edge of the bed with her fingers, her nails scraping against the wood with a slight creaking sound.

Her stiff body crouched down, curled up into a ball, gripped the bed sheet hanging from the floor, and slowly crawled under the bed.

At this moment, the ghost bride was like a child afraid of thunder, hiding in what she felt was the safest place.

Seeing this, Zhao Dafeng frowned.

He held a knife in his hand, staring at the ghost bride cowering by the bed, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"What does she mean?"

The shameless man scrambled to his feet, his voice trembling slightly: "Brother Feng, this thing doesn't seem to be... looking for us. Is it hiding from something?"

Outside the window, Xia Xiaoqin froze.

She thought of a question.

Why does the ghost bride call her "lover"?

The ghost bride was clearly killed by the eldest son of the Lu family, so why did she call out "lover"?

She should have been shouting out hatred, or the name of the person who killed her.

unless--

"Hurry up and love your partner..."

"Hurry up and love your partner..."

A very soft murmur came from under the bed.

It was the voice of the ghost bride. She clutched the bedsheet, curled up into a tiny ball, her wedding dress soaked into a dark red puddle on the floor, and kept screaming.

In that instant, it felt like a bolt of lightning struck Xia Xiaoqin's mind.

It's never "Hurry up and find someone to love me!" but rather "Hurry up and help me!"

From beginning to end, the ghost bride never called for "lover"—she called for "someone to come."

Someone please help me! Someone please help me!

My husband is trying to kill me! Help!

She was calling for help.

She wasn't seeking revenge on her husband, but rather seeking help and a safe place.

That's why she kept calling out, from the bottom of the well to the covered walkway, and from the covered walkway to the bridal chamber!

Xia Xiaoqin's face grew increasingly pale.

The rooster pulled its head back from the window paper and nudged Xia Xiaoqin's arm with its wingtip, full of confusion as to why they hadn't run away yet.

"A rooster..."

Xia Xiaoqin's lips moved, but her voice sounded as if something was stuck in her throat.

"We've all fallen for their trap..."

"The thing attached to Lu Yang's body is not a resentful bride at all."

The ghost bride is also a victim.

Everything she did was to escape from that real demon.

—From the side of that young master of the Lu family.

Xia Xiaoqin's face turned deathly pale.

Lu Yang is possessed by the "eldest young master of the Lu family"!

Inside the house, the ghost bride was still huddled by the bed, repeating the same cry over and over again.

Zhao Dafeng gripped his knife tightly, signaling his underlings to spread out and surround the bed.

The shameless man retreated to the corner, his bare eyes darting around, lost in thought.

The rooster stared intently at the bottom of the bed with its tiny, bean-sized eyes.

There was nothing under the bed.

Lu Yang was lying there before, but now the space under the bed is empty.

Only the ghost bride remained, shrinking under the bed as if afraid of the "man" who might return at any moment.

"Coo coo".

The rooster turned its head, glanced at Xia Xiaoqin, and made a rapid gurgling sound in its throat. Its beady eyes were full of fear.

It sensed it.

He's coming!!!

The moment the large, pale hand appeared, a mournful rooster crowed suddenly.

The rooster opened its beak wide and flapped its wings to block the large hand.

But the next second, the rooster's crowing stopped abruptly.

Xia Xiaoqin felt a sudden lightness in her arms as the rooster was lifted away by an invisible force and flew out of her arms, landing heavily on the ground.

"A rooster!"

Amid the girl's anxious and panicked cries, the rooster collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood from its mouth. Its tiny, beady eyes stared at the towering figure beside Xia Xiaoqin, its mouth opening and closing, yet unable to utter a sound.

Just then, a tall figure stood behind Xia Xiaoqin, slowly leaned down, and gently stroked the girl's lips with his fingertips, whispering in her ear.

"Do you know who I am now, Xia Xiaoqin?"