Wife

Time traced back slightly once more.

Just as those outside had discovered, after summoning the demon in the restaurant and obtaining the demon blood, Yu Fu did not choose to leave Shengri Manor immediately; he had not even gone far!

So, as the existence who orchestrated all of this, where was the patriarch of the Yuansheng Group, Boss Yu, right now? And what exactly was he doing?

The answer was quite simple.

After obtaining the demon blood he had longed for, he impatiently slipped through the back door of the exhibition building and skillfully followed the path, walking into another villa on the side.

Compared to the venues arranged for the exhibition and the auction, the one Yu Fu stepped into now was much smaller, but it felt more like a home; many traces indicated that someone lived here regularly.

However, no other figures could be seen here besides Yu Fu at this moment. He pressed the switch to turn on the lights and proceeded up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

On the second floor was a massive bedroom.

That was the place where Yu Fu usually rested.

In the center of the bedroom, upon a bed that looked incomparably luxurious, a person was lying quietly.

In the dim environment, their specific appearance could not be made out until the bedroom lights were also turned on, finally revealing that it was a woman—one who looked very old.

It was difficult to distinguish her age from her appearance: withered white hair, a shrunken body, and skin like tree bark. From a distance, she almost looked like a dried corpse!

The woman lay quietly on the bed in her pajamas, her hands crossed over her chest, her expression peaceful.

When Yu Fu’s gaze fell upon her, the eyes that had not shown a single hint of hesitation while presiding over the sacrificial ritual could not help but tremble violently.

He took a deep breath before slowly walking to the bedside. Looking at the woman who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, his tensed body relaxed, and an uncontrollable smile finally appeared on his face.

The equally old man sat gently on the edge of the bed as if afraid of disturbing the woman, and then used his slightly trembling hands to take out the vial of demon blood.

He looked at the woman named Shen Xiaoya, looking at this wife who had accompanied him for decades, looking at this lover who had once said they would never be apart, his voice also trembling: “Xiaoya, I have gotten the item. Soon, it will all be over soon!”

Yu Fu slowly unscrewed the bottle cap, then gently pried open his wife’s mouth, cautiously pouring the pure black demon blood into her throat.

However, whether the woman was in a coma or some other state, she could not swallow on her own, so the pitch-black blood soon began to flow from the corner of her mouth.

Yu Fu frowned, then without hesitation, he poured the blood into his own mouth, lowering his head to feed his wife bit by bit.

As the demon blood was successfully sent down Shen Xiaoya’s throat, he soon saw a transformation taking place!

The old woman suddenly began to grow younger at a speed visible to the naked eye; white hair turned into black silk, wrinkles became smooth and bright, and even her shrunken body quickly became full!

This scene made Yu Fu increasingly excited, so he unhesitatingly poured all the remaining demon blood into his own mouth and fed it all to his wife, mouth to mouth.

Soon.

After the last drop of demon blood entered the woman’s body, the person on the bed had returned to her twenties.

Beautiful, pure, yet with a touch of playfulness and sexiness, she looked exactly as she did when Yu Fu first met her decades ago.

“Xiaoya, it is time to wake up. Do not sleep anymore. After we leave this place, we will have plenty of time to rest slowly.”

An irrepressible smile was on Yu Fu’s face. He tapped his wife’s face gently with his hand, trying to wake her once more as he had in the past.

But.

“Xiaoya? Xiaoya! What is wrong? Wake up!”

The person on the bed did not respond. Even when he increased his force uncontrollably due to agitation, patting her face until it turned slightly red, she still seemed to be submerged in a dream, unwilling to open her eyes.

As if sensing something, Yu Fu’s small eyes began to turn red.

“No, why will you not wake up? Are you angry with me? I admit I was wrong. I am sorry, I was wrong! Wake up, I beg you. If you do not like it, I will go turn myself in immediately. Please, do not scare me anymore. You know that I…”

He was so panicked that he did not know what to say. He raised his hand, wanting to check the woman’s pulse, but his body seemed frozen, unable to reach out.

And then—

“No need to try. Unfortunately, you were still one step too late. This woman already died about two hours ago.”

Yu Fu turned his head instantly toward the direction of the voice, only then discovering that someone was actually sitting in the window seat not far away!

That was the place he usually used to read the news and drink tea to relax; now, a woman who should not be there had appeared.

The lady wore a form-fitting, backless evening gown, her long, fair legs crossed. Her glossy black crystal high heels reflected a deep luster under the light.

She wore a wide-brimmed, pointed witch hat on her head. The hat was so oversized that her face was completely covered when she lowered her head, making it difficult to see what she looked like; only her deep brown long hair was visible.

Yu Fu looked at the woman, his eyes widening uncontrollably.

“Professor?”

The woman addressed as Professor finally raised her head.

Under the hat was an extremely beautiful face, and a pair of small gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her high nose. She closed the ancient book she was flipping through and spoke slowly: “We meet again, Mr. Yu.”

“Professor, why are you here…”

Yu Fu seemed very surprised, but he quickly reacted and shook his head violently, “No, that is not important! Professor, what did you mean by those words just now? You…”

“Mr. Yu, accept reality. Your wife, Ms. Shen Xiaoya, is already dead.”

The Professor used the armrest to stand up from the chair. She walked to the bedside, her brownish-red eyes looking at the woman on the bed, her voice cold: “The power of a high-level demon can give vitality to an old body and restore youth, but it can never bring the dead back to life.”

She turned to look at the despairing old man.

“A corpse is a corpse. By feeding her demon blood now, you have merely turned her into a young corpse.”

“No, no…”

Yu Fu was clearly not satisfied with this answer. He stumbled toward the bedside, shaking the woman on the bed frantically and forcefully, crying out with a heart-wrenching voice: “You are lying! Xiaoya, wake up! Xiaoya!!”

However, no matter how he shook or patted her, the woman on the bed gave no response. She seemed to have lost her soul, and now only an empty shell remained.

As time passed, Boss Yu’s movements grew smaller and smaller until they stopped completely.