Why Mess with Him? His Wife Is the Living King of Hell

In her previous life, she was the last sect leader of the Qingwei Dao Sect, a peerless powerhouse who dominated the ages and slaughtered gods and demons. Yet when she was about to ascend, her Dao heart was burdened by guilt, and she died, her cultivation and soul vanishing.

When she opens her eyes, she has possessed the body of Song Zhiwei, a useless heiress everyone can bully, in modern-day Jinghai City.

At the engagement banquet, her fiancé, Qin Shuyan, sits in a wheelchair, deathly pale and so frail he looks ready to shatter at a touch. People mock him as a “short-lived ghost.”

Only Song Zhiwei sees the truth: this man is a “human-shaped immortal medicine,” a rarity seen once in ten thousand years. A single drop of his blood can make a fierce ghost king, and his soul is the ultimate delicacy in the eyes of every evil spirit! Half the guests are human and the other half are ghosts, and every one of them is watching him hungrily!

Just as a fierce ghost can no longer resist and lunges at Qin Shuyan, Song Zhiwei loses her temper.

“This man is under my protection. Whoever touches him dies.”

From then on, the max-level powerhouse begins her daily routine of protecting her husband in the newbie village.

A heretic from the Changsheng Alliance wants to refine Qin Shuyan into a pill? Song Zhiwei promptly stuffs him into a pill furnace!

A thousand-year-old ghost king wants to drain Qin Shuyan's yang energy? Song Zhiwei plants a foot on its face, forces it to sign a master-servant contract, and turns it into a villa housekeeper!

The official 749 Bureau wants to isolate Qin Shuyan for his protection? Song Zhiwei strikes the ground with a bolt of heavenly lightning in front of its headquarters. “You want to steal my husband? Did you ask the thunder in my hand?”

And Qin Shuyan, the sickly beauty who always hides behind her in front of everyone, is forever doing the most horrifying things in private, using the gentlest voice.

He coyly murmurs to Song Zhiwei with a light cough: “Zhiwei, I'm scared.”

At the same time, he casually crushes the souls of the demons and ghosts who secretly sneak in, his gaze dark and unhinged. “My light belongs to me alone.”