Chapter 94: First Volume_Chapter 94   Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (18)

First Volume_Chapter 94   Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (18)

The captain received the notice early in the morning.

Regarding high-ranking government officials, especially someone like Lu Zheng with high authority, relatives who have transformed cannot be killed.

Because evil-doers return to normal by the next morning, this regulation exists.

"Good." The captain pondered for a moment and said: "I will personally take Mrs. Lu to the underground deep prison."

The underground deep prison is a place specially for detaining evil-doers, waiting for them to return to normal in the morning.

Lu Zheng: "Good."

Thus, Jiang Zhi was tightly bound and sent into the dark cell.

The cell here is made of special material that even bombs cannot destroy, let alone evil-doers.

The secretary whispered: "Mr. Lu, let me stay and guard."

This place is yin-cold and damp; an ordinary person staying here for one night will definitely get sick, not to mention Mr. Lu still has injuries.

Lu Zheng pinched his brow, his eyes cold and gloomy, gave him a sideways glance and ordered: "Go back."

The secretary dared not defy his words and slunk away.

He didn't know what happened between Miss Jiang and Mr. Lu, but he still hoped they could reconcile.

Late night, tranquil.

This is underground, over thirty layers deep, cutting off all sound, so quiet it feels like being in hell.

Lu Zheng sat outside, watching the unusually quiet Jiang Zhi inside who did not resemble an evil-doer; she had no aggression, merely sitting properly on the ground, staring blankly at the nearby butcher's knife.

She is different, unlike anyone who has transformed into an evil-doer.

He felt somewhat fatigued; the pain behind him had gone numb, leaving only cold.

The next morning.

Having not slept all night, Lu Zheng watched Jiang Zhi inside gradually turn back into a normal person, lying on the ground and falling into deep sleep.

When the prison guard opened the door, he lifted her and left.

…

When Jiang Zhi woke up, her whole body felt cold as if soaked in a cold cellar, her body sore and weak all over, as if she had been badly beaten.

"What happened to me?" she said, her mental state also not good.

777: "Host, you have become an evil-doer……"

Jiang Zhi froze; when she realized, she was astonished.

"Can I also become an evil-doer?"

777 strangely said: "You are also human; why couldn't you become an evil-doer? In this world, at night, humans are randomly selected; you happened to be the lucky one yesterday and were chosen."

Jiang Zhi: "……Was it the male lead who saved me?"

777 replied: "Right."

If the host had not raised the male lead's favorability above 90, she would probably have died yesterday under countless bullets.

After easing her body's negative condition, Jiang Zhi got off the bed and walked out of the room.

She met the secretary coming out of Lu Zheng's room; upon seeing her awake, he was delighted: "Miss Jiang, you're awake."

Jiang Zhi rubbed her dizzy head, walked over and asked him about yesterday's events.

After the secretary finished speaking, her face grew increasingly pallid, her expression exhausted and panicked.

"……Was it Mr. Lu who saved me?"

The secretary nodded: "Yes, Mr. Lu guarded you all night in the underground deep prison, and upon returning he developed a relentless high fever."

Jiang Zhi's face filled with guilt and self-reproach; she tried to see inside through the door crack, but could see nothing.

The secretary continued: "Mr. Lu, in front of them, declared you his wife-to-be. Now all military factions know; if you two do not marry within these two days, it will bring severe punishment upon Mr. Lu."

They must marry as soon as possible.

This is a government regulation.

Jiang Zhi, absent-minded, lowered her eyes without uttering a word.

The secretary said no more, turned and left.

Night.

Jiang Zhi, staying in the room, looked out at the night scenery, her expression suddenly enlightened.

777 suddenly spoke: "You are just a little short of hatred value, Host; once you reach it, you will complete the mission."

Jiang Zhi hummed in response; silver-white moonlight, wrapped in a warm illusion, spread across her exquisite, beautiful face.

"Does the male lead really want to marry me?"

777 thought and said: "The male lead's favorability is 96; naturally he wants to marry you."

"Then..." Jiang Zhi shifted her tone, eagerly asking: "Will Lu Yiluo come to abduct the wedding?"

777 couldn't grasp human thoughts, nor understand villains: "He probably can't come; he's severely injured and cannot appear under the sun."

Jiang Zhi gave an "oh", withdrew her gaze from the night, turned to prepare to go to bed, when the door was pushed open from outside.

Lu Zheng wore a black pajama, draped with a thick coat, and walked in alone.

"Jiang Yu."

His complexion showed the lingering red of a high fever, his steps slightly unsteady, until he stopped before her.

Jiang Zhi felt guilt and gratitude toward him, but lacked the 'liking' he desired.

She lowered her brows, wanting to speak but the words unspoken, when the man before her asked first:

"Are you willing to marry me?"

His figure was no longer as vigorous and upright as before; tormented by injury and high fever, a sickly pallor covered his face, swaying as if about to collapse, seeming as if he would fall any second.

Jiang Zhi remained silent for a long time, not speaking.

Lu Zheng showed no expression, no trace of anger in his eyes, and cleared his throat a few times.

"I won't force you, Jiang Yu."

Having said that, he lifted his foot to leave.

Jiang Zhi hurriedly called out to him, nervously licked her lips, and earnestly said, "I... I am willing."

Lu Zheng's steps suddenly stopped; with his back to her, he asked back, "Really?"

"Really."

…

Early the next morning.

Jiang Zhi was dragged out of bed by the servants, made up, changed into a wedding dress, and wore a veil.

They arrived by car at the largest church in the city center, which was decorated as grandly as a dream wedding, with clusters of flowers, inviting VIPs from all over, and a red carpet stretching kilometers all the way to the church.

The snow gauze on her head obscured her vision; in the haze, her fingers were taken by someone, and she could faintly see the tall, slender figure of a man standing beside her.

"Follow me." His deep, sensual voice fell in her ear, transmitting a tingling sensation.

Jiang Zhi was led forward by him, her crystal-embedded high heels stepping on the deep-red carpet, soft as if walking on a cloud of cotton.

Until they reached the stage, the priest officiating the wedding asked question after question.

Finally came the question, "Are you willing to marry Mr. Lu Zheng?"

The sound in the church suddenly hushed, as if everyone awaited her consent.

Even Lu Zheng, who had always been composed and calm, had his palms sweating as he held her hand.

It was only a pause of a few seconds, but to the man before her, it felt like an eternity.

Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, raised her brows, and began: "I..."

Suddenly a gale erupted in the church, and the bright sunshine outside was now shrouded in thick black clouds.

The strong wind tossed her skirt and even blew open her veil.

The bride in her snow-white wedding dress had skin as smooth as porcelain, her slightly raised neckline elegant and slender, her black hair setting her off like a blooming, gorgeous peach blossom, flawless in every detail.

A black silhouette appeared before her, snatching the kiss that should have belonged to the groom.