After Death, I Discovered My Wife Was the Villainess of a Supernatural Novel - Chapter 2

“This really was a coincidence.” A certain “person” sitting cross-legged as she floated above the ice coffin propped up her chin and watched the farce before her, then sighed.

“But thank goodness I made a will long ago. Otherwise, Senior would definitely have been bullied to death!”

She sighed endlessly, her cat-like eyes carrying a hint of melancholy and charm as they quietly watched the people around her, each harboring their own thoughts. Her eyes seemed to hold countless emotions. Though she was in the middle of the chaotic crowd, it was as if she were separated from them by an entire world.

Yes. It really did feel as though she were in another world.

Otherwise, how could anyone tolerate her “sitting” on the deceased’s coffin?

“Ah.” She sighed, without the slightest guilt over desecrating the dead.

“Luckily, no one can see me. Otherwise, what if someone got so scared they had a cerebral hemorrhage? I’ve never killed anyone in my life. If I somehow ended up carrying a life on my back after dying, then got kicked into the eighteenth level of hell when I entered the underworld, I wouldn’t even have anywhere to cry!”

The moment that “person” opened her mouth, she destroyed every trace of mysterious elegance she possessed.

“Ah, I was at least a natural beauty. How did I die in such a state?” That “person” lay on top of the ice coffin, her face strangely passing through the white cloth covering it as she looked at the miserable corpse inside and sighed with emotion.

This “person,” who was happily talking to herself and roasting everything, had a face exactly identical to the one in the memorial portrait!

That’s right. She was Mu Zhao herself. It was just that now, she was a ghost.

She looked at all the different faces of humanity in her own mourning hall, her feelings exceptionally complicated.

She was the unlucky person everyone was talking about. Today, she had the honor of attending her own funeral. It was truly astonishing…

Just as those loose-tongued people had said, her death had not been an accident. Someone had deliberately murdered her.

But she swore, the will and everything else really had been an accident! It was absolutely not as complicated as everyone else imagined!

Her simple little brain could not come up with all those twists and turns! Everyone was truly overestimating this person surnamed Mu!

However, there was one thing her best friend had gotten right. Part of the reason she had made this will really was because of her troublesome pair of parents. It was not that she was afraid they would torment themselves until they could not even afford a meal. She was only afraid they would go and extort Senior.

Senior… was her wife, Fu Yushang.

Back then, her parents had been so desperate they wanted to marry her off to an old and perverted wealthy businessman to ease the family’s financial situation. It was Senior who had sacrificed her own marriage and married her, saving her from that sea of suffering. She owed Senior a tremendous debt of gratitude.

Mu Zhao floated behind the people secretly speaking ill of her wife and blew cold air at them with all her might, until they were so cold they could no longer stay in the mourning hall and had no choice but to slink away.

Serves you right for disrespecting the dead and insulting her widow! She would make sure this bit of yin energy gave them colds, fevers, and runny noses at night for a whole week! After going around taking revenge, Mu Zhao finally returned to the coffin in satisfaction.

As for the will, the actual situation was like this: one day, she had been eating fried chicken and drinking cola with her best friend Qian Youyu, happily scrolling through videos, when she suddenly saw a topic with the title, “These days, even people born after XX have started making wills.”

She laughed and joked with her best friend that children these days were so precocious and capable. Then, a sudden flash of inspiration struck her.

Although it was a marriage by agreement, Senior still took care of her the same way she had back when Mu Zhao was in university. She always bought her so many things, and before Mu Zhao realized it, she had actually become a rich woman too! She possessed a vast fortune, but none of it should have belonged to her.

Her pair of bloodsucking parents had mentioned her money, jewelry, and most importantly, shares several times. After being their daughter for more than twenty years, could Mu Zhao not know what they were plotting?

So, prompted by that little piece of news, she dragged her best friend along and made a will. Afterward, even she herself had nearly forgotten about it. She had never thought it would come in handy so soon.

Perhaps this was fate. Senior was such a good person that even the heavens helped her.

As for Mu Zhao’s own fate…

She was just unlucky cannon fodder!

Who could have imagined that this was actually a world inside a book?

Even Mu Zhao had only found out a few days ago.

Allow her to formally introduce herself.

She was Mu Zhao, a transmigrator. Originally, she had no memories of her previous life.

But a few days ago, she experienced that terrifying man-made car accident. Most likely, she hit her head, and that made her remember everything.

That day, on the mountain road, a group of gaudy delinquents had driven their cars after her, chasing and surrounding her. And the car her sister-in-law had just bought—one that the other party had not even driven once yet—had actually suffered brake failure. The car rushed uncontrollably off the cliff, and Mu Zhao immediately lost consciousness.

She heard people say that a bomb had also been installed in the car. After the car fell, it exploded. This unlucky person had been blown into pieces. What was placed inside the ice coffin now was the result of the forensic doctors and police working intensely to recover what they could.

Truly hard work! Salute to them!

Then, when she woke up again, she found herself lying in a forest shaded by dense trees. Suddenly, many, many memories from her previous life appeared in her mind.

Through those memories, she discovered that she had actually transmigrated from birth into a cannon fodder character in a book! More accurately, the entire book began at her mourning hall!

Mu Zhao sighed and switched to her other hand to keep propping up her head.

As cannon fodder, her role was, on one hand, to set up the female lead’s entrance. On the other hand, her death would drag out a series of cases. As a police officer, the female lead would follow this clue and investigate all the way down, uncovering many dark forces, as well as the love-hate entanglement between her and the male lead.

And the male lead was a thousand-year-old ghost king. That’s right. This was a novel that blended criminal investigation with supernatural elements. The male lead’s white moonlight had died a thousand years ago, and he wanted to resurrect her. To achieve this goal, he would stop at nothing.

The female lead, meanwhile, came from a family of police officers. Her worldview had been shaped by her parents and grandparents to be especially upright. When she encountered the male lead, a ghost with crooked values, love-hate entanglement? No, no, no. It was practically a fight to the death!

During their repeated battles of strategy and will, the male lead let go of his white moonlight and fell in love with the female lead. But the female lead could not accept this ghost, who was riddled with evil deeds. In the end, the story concluded with the female lead and another villainous force destroying each other together, after which she let go of everything and entered reincarnation.

It was a tragic ending. When Mu Zhao read it in her previous life, she cried rivers of tears. The female lead was a character with incredible personal charm. She should have been beautiful all on her own! What was that mentally ill ghost king worth? Did he even deserve her?

Thinking about it now, the only thing Mu Zhao could not understand was how her Senior—her wife—had become one of the villain bosses. Senior had never done anything illegal or criminal! The education she received at home also meant she could never touch such things! How could she possibly have any connection to the criminal organizations the female lead was investigating? That was absolutely impossible! There had to be some misunderstanding!

The moment Mu Zhao thought of Senior’s final ending, she worried so much her hair was about to turn white.

But that thieving heaven just had to wait until she had finished all her scenes before restoring her memories! If it had let her recover them a little earlier, maybe she could have changed the plot slightly. But now that she had directly kicked the bucket, what could she still do? Was she, a newly born, tender, weak, innocent, and adorable ghost, supposed to go head-to-head with the male lead?

Forget the male lead, that thousand-year-old ghost. Mu Zhao—ghost edition—had merely sat around at the crash site for a little while before she was surrounded by all kinds of strange-looking lonely souls and wandering ghosts!

She had remembered that the male lead was a thousand-year-old ghost king, but she had momentarily forgotten that since this was a novel with supernatural elements, then this world naturally had no shortage of ghosts and monsters! A pitiful, weak newborn ghost like her could be bitten by any random ghost that came along!

Chased by a group of ghosts, she cried for her father and shouted for her mother all the way back. There was no need to mention how miserable she had looked!

Come to think of it, it was also rather strange. When the sun came out, all the other ghosts hid themselves. Those who were even slightly too slow had half their bodies burned away by the sunlight, but she was not affected at all. It was precisely because of this that she could appear here safely and steadily, without missing any arms or legs.

After that, she found her way home. She had forgotten about the special ghostly ability to pass through walls, and just as she was worrying over how to get inside, Senior suddenly opened the door, scaring her badly! Mu Zhao almost thought Senior could see her.

Later, she followed Senior to her own mourning hall. Finally, through other people’s conversations, she learned that today was already the seventh day after her death, and also the day of her cremation.

Mu Zhao floated upward and drifted around the mourning hall a few times, openly listening to other people’s whispers.

As for something like a will, it was indeed quite shocking. Someone even said that perhaps Fu Yushang had been deeply calculating, had foreseen such a day coming, and had coaxed her wife into making a will in advance.

Mu Zhao’s gaze turned cold. She directly grabbed a handful of their hair, making certain people suddenly feel the tops of their heads turn chilly. Serves them right for speaking ill of Senior! It would be best if her yin energy froze their hair roots to death and turned them into baldies from now on!

It was normal for some people to think that way. After all, in the business world, Fu Yushang had practically been demonized. Her methods were ruthless, and she was known for repaying even the smallest grievance. She was the nightmare in many people’s hearts.

“But if this was Madam Fu’s doing, then the waters run deep.”

“Shh. Some things should be understood but not said out loud. But looking at it now, those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to trip Fu Yushang up will probably have all their plans fall through.”

Everyone thought this will had arrived like timely rain, helping Fu Yushang a great deal. Mu Zhao thought so too, but…

No one considered how Fu Yushang felt.

From accident, to murder… it was as if there were a chain tightening step by step around her neck, gradually making it impossible for her to breathe. And the appearance of this will was almost another heavy blow striking her while she was already on the verge of collapse. The possibility that Zhaozhao might have known something made her vision darken, but the funeral had not yet ended. She had to keep holding on.

“Sen…ior?” The light and cheerful tone in Mu Zhao’s voice suddenly stopped.

“Is your stomach problem acting up?”

Fu Yushang’s hand, which was supporting herself against the nearby table, was trembling violently. No one noticed this detail, but after being wives for three years, how could Mu Zhao fail to notice such a change?

“You should go back and rest. Don’t endure it here. Hurry and see a doctor.” Mu Zhao instinctively wanted to support her wife, but when her hand passed through her wife’s body, even someone as carefree as her suddenly understood clearly…

This was what it meant to be separated by yin and yang.

She was already dead…

A dead person could not help with anything.

The light in her bright eyes gradually faded. An expression called grievance appeared on her face. But her happy days had only lasted three years…

She did not want to die.

Mu Zhao sighed softly. Even though she could not touch Fu Yushang, she still hugged her. One solid and one incorporeal, one living and one dead. Between them lay the boundary between the living and the deceased. The living suffered because of the one who had died, but the dead could not convey their wishes to the living. How sorrowful.

“Senior, even if I’m no longer here, you have to take good care of yourself. Don’t make me worry,” Mu Zhao instructed worriedly.

Unfortunately, that voice could not reach the ears of the living Fu Yushang.

All Fu Yushang could hear were the buzzing discussions, the sharp questioning voices of the Mu parents, and all the noise that was so chaotic and repulsive.