My Husband Is Everywhere in the City

[Salted Fish Wife & Beautiful Damp and Rotten Male Ghost] Shen Wu's husband died. He went up the mountain to cut firewood and was chopped into two pieces, leaving only his upper body. He died tragically. Shen Wu cried and buried him in the back mountain, and went to the town to make a living alone. She set up a noodle stall at the entrance of the town and lived in poverty, but she could barely make ends meet. On the third day, a guest came. She has the same face as her husband, sitting on the bench in front of her stall: "A bowl of wontons, no green onions." Her hands shook and she almost dropped the noodle bowl: "Husband, are you not dead?" The man raised his eyes, his eyes were as dark as black jade soaked in cold springs: "Who are you?" "..." On the seventh day, another "husband" came. With the same stunning beauty, he smiled at her and rolled up his sleeves to help her wash the dishes as soon as she entered the door, shouting "Awu Awu" affectionately. Her heart beat like a drum: "Are you my husband?" He lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Well, keep it down, don't tell the other one." "?" I don't know how many days later, the third "husband" came. Three "husbands" fought in front of the noodle stall. One of them picked up a kitchen knife and chopped off the other's hand. The palm of his hand twisted and writhed on the ground, and the flesh on the broken wrist swelled. A human face slowly grew, and he shouted at her: "Awu, I am your husband, they are all fakes..." Shen Wu finally collapsed! _ Later she learned that the man she married was not a human being, but an ancient Tai Sui. Eating his flesh could lead to immortality, and cutting off his skin could lead to reproduction. The world is crazy about taking his flesh and blood, and the six sects have worked together to suppress this top evil creature for three hundred years, but they have not yet wiped it out. Shen Wu looked at the room full of "husbands". Some were squatting in front of the stove to add firewood, some were cooking, and some were leaning over her knees and beating their legs. Countless sweet voices mixed together like moist spider webs: "Awu, Awu, Awu..." She sighed slightly. Just make do with it, how can we leave? #Marry first, love cookies later, a married woman and her incompetent husband who is always cut into pieces #1v1, probably a genocide cultivator #2026.6.10 Intention: Live hard and never give up