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

Amidst the jingling of bells, a burst of white light exploded in Xia Xiaoqin's mind.

A year later, this was the first time she could see "Lu Yang's" face clearly.

—Under the crimson lanterns, the groom, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, gazed at her from afar. His sharp features were divided in two by the dark red light, making his high nose bridge and prominent brow bones appear even more striking, as if carved by a knife and axe.

But ironically, this aggressive and handsome aura was masked by a nonchalant laziness.

The tall man lowered his eyelids slightly, his thick eyelashes casting small shadows under his eyes, half-concealing his deep, pool-like eyes, and gave Xia Xiaoqin a half-smile.

—He's coming.

"Qin Bufei, quickly take the ghost bride away! Hide her; only if she lives can we live!"

Looking at that familiar face, Xia Xiaoqin no longer hesitated and resolutely shook the bell bracelet in her hand.

Ring ring—

[System notification: The deception skill has been activated. The attacker will be frozen in place for three seconds, unable to move.]

Xia Xiaoqin didn't have time to explain further; she grabbed the ghost bride's wet wedding dress with both hands.

tear-

The moment the heavy, cold wedding dress was torn off, the sound of tearing silk rang out crisply in the darkness.

The ghost bride suddenly raised her head, her cloudy gray-white eyes staring at Xia Xiaoqin, her pale blue lips trembling uncontrollably, filled with fear.

"Ah...ah..."

But Xia Xiaoqin's hysterical voice came from above, deafeningly loud.

"Stop yelling! Listen to me! I don't know you, nor do I know who you were in your previous life, but I'm telling you—resist! Resist him! You've become a ghost, and you still don't dare! How long are you going to be so weak!?"

"Think of your family, think of your friends! If you don't even dare to resist after becoming a ghost, then you've truly died in vain!"

Xia Xiaoqin gave Qin Bufei a hard shove, signaling them to hurry up and leave.

And at that very moment, the paper figures moved.

Almost three seconds later, they surged toward the ghost bride like madmen.

The sound of gongs and drums pierced the sky.

"The bride ran away! The bride ran away with someone else! Catch her!!!"

Qin Bufei immediately hugged the ghost bride, but just before he took a long step, he looked at Xia Xiaoqin.

"Sister, I'll take her with me, what about you!?"

Intuition told the boy that there was a terrifying being a hundred times more terrifying than the ghost bride, like a lion teasing its prey, slowly and deliberately looking at them.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Xia Xiaoqin put on her blood-red wedding dress, groped her way to the edge of the well, and stood on it.

"I'll buy you some time. I'll pretend to be the ghost bride. Let's go!"

In the pitch-black night, the bright red wedding dress, like a speck of cinnabar, flowed in the darkness with the wind.

The rules of last night's game came back to Xia Xiaoqin's mind once again.

He is the groom, you are the bride.

To them, whoever wears a red wedding dress is a bride who has been mistreated.

So Xia Xiaoqin opened her arms, her pale face full of determination, raised her voice, and shouted.

"Everyone, I'm here!"

In an instant, the paper figures grinned, their scarlet mouths bulging, their eyes darting around, and surrounded her like hyenas smelling blood, reaching out to push Xia Xiaoqin away.

But Xia Xiaoqin took a deep breath, grabbed the wooden bucket connected to the cable, and jumped down.

That vibrant red, like a gentle breeze, vanished into the night.

"The young mistress jumped into the well—!"

The paper figures screamed and surged toward the well, their faces painted with bright red rouge crowding the well's edge, completely obscuring the opening.

Xia Xiaoqin clung tightly to the wooden bucket on the cable, unable to see anything but the rustling sounds and the shrill, excited voices of the paper figures overhead.

At that moment, the well water felt like countless needles piercing her skin, and her soaked wedding dress dragged her down as if trying to pull her down alive.

But a paper figure lay on the edge of the well, its lacquer-like eyes darting around, and it stretched out its paper hands to shake the rope.

Soon, his paper figures followed suit, with seven or eight paper hands grabbing the hemp rope and shaking it frantically.

"The eldest young mistress is unfaithful; she jumped into the well herself! Drown her! Drown her!"

The wooden bucket suddenly plunged down, and the icy well water overflowed Xia Xiaoqin's chin, pouring into her ears and nasal cavity.

Xia Xiaoqin could only grip the edge of the bucket tightly, gritting her teeth to hold on.

The well water was stirred up, making the sky dark and the stench and bone-chilling cold pressed in from all directions.

But Xia Xiaoqin's fingers wouldn't loosen no matter what.

Just then, her soaked wedding dress slipped off her shoulders, and the blood-red silk spread out on the well water.

Suddenly, the paper figures at the well stopped, their eyes all fixed on the wedding dress floating on the water.

They finally realized they had come to the wrong person, looked at each other in bewilderment, trembled for a while, and then scattered from the well, drifting away in the direction where the ghost bride had disappeared.

The area around the well became quiet.

Soaking in the well water, Xia Xiaoqin trembled violently, and even the cable trembled along with her.

Darkness enveloped her from all sides; she could touch nothing but a bone-chilling cold.

Xia Xiaoqin was no longer afraid of the dark. After going blind, she lived in darkness every day, so what was there to be afraid of?

But the darkness at the bottom of the well is different; this darkness is alive, it will seep into a person's nose and throat, dragging them down little by little.

"Damn it..."

Xia Xiaoqin was terrified. She could only pin her hopes on Qin Bufei, since she was blind and couldn't possibly help the ghost bride escape.

After soaking for an unknown amount of time, Xia Xiaoqin felt she couldn't take it anymore.

She began to struggle instinctively, trying to lie on the wooden tub.

Just then, her hand touched the slippery well wall.

The scratches on the well wall were particularly sharp. The dense scratches formed one character after another, expressing hatred, fear, and despair, and finally, a relatively long character.

Xia Xiaoqin tentatively stroked it and finally figured out what it said.

These are names; there are four names in total.

Li Xuesong, Jin Xiaoqian, Xu Jianwei.

The last name, written crookedly as if she had just learned to write, was Jiang Zhaodi.

"Jiang Zhaodi? Zhaodi? Is that the name of the young mistress who will bring good fortune later? Could it be that the ghost bride wasn't the third one, but the fourth...?"

As Xia Xiaoqin was pondering, the wooden bucket she was supporting with her arm suddenly tipped over due to her carelessness!

"Cough, help... help!"

The moment the wooden bucket sank, Xia Xiaoqin fell completely into the water.

Well water poured in from all directions, and the icy water rushed into Xia Xiaoqin's mouth and nose, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Xia Xiaoqin struggled desperately, her fingers flailing wildly in the darkness, only to grab handfuls of moss.

Just as the last bit of oxygen in her body was about to disappear, the cable suddenly swung above, and the wooden barrel was pulled by something, adjusted its position, and floated back to her side.

Xia Xiaoqin grabbed the wooden bucket, coughing violently, and hung frantically on the edge of the bucket.

"Xiaoqin! Are you alright?"

Lu Yang's voice came down from the well, muffled and echoing.

Xia Xiaoqin raised her head, her wet hair plastered to her face, her unfocused eyes staring blankly upwards.

"...Lu Yang? Is that you?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Xia Xiaoqin was somewhat unsure whose voice it was.

After all, "that person" also has Lu Yang's voice.

"It really is me, Lu Yang!" The voice from the wellhead came again, urgent yet gentle. "I didn't disappear on purpose. I was entangled by paper figures. They deliberately poked my face, and it hurt so much that I barely managed to get rid of them. Quickly grab the bucket, I'll pull you up!"