No Escape

(The main story is complete!) A celibate, beautiful, highly intelligent widower shou × his husband, who came back from the dead and went even crazier, as the gong (not really) A story about a shou who thinks he’s found his dead-and-resurrected husband, only to discover a living ghost. Five years ago, Li Ji disappeared in a flood. Since it was an accident, he was soon declared dead. Xu Weiyu never expected him to leave his entire estate to him, especially since they weren’t even lovers. The last time Xu Weiyu went into the rainforest to look for him, he never thought he’d actually see Li Ji again. Even less did he expect him to have become a nonhuman monster. But it was clear that Li Ji was pleased by his “devoted” display. He pressed down on Xu Weiyu and contentedly spun black silk into a nest. The tangled black, gelatinous mass writhed as though alive, restraining Xu Weiyu as he struggled. When he noticed Xu Weiyu watching him, Li Ji raised his head and smiled at him, just as he had years ago. From this angle, Xu Weiyu couldn’t see the enormous, bizarre spider-shaped scar on Li Ji’s back, like a burn. Nor could he see the way his muscles and blood vessels pulsed, finally stretching out into a cluster of terrifying limbs. Li Ji acted as if nothing had happened. Xu Weiyu silently turned his head away and closed his eyes, unwilling to look at what Li Ji had become. Li Ji wasn’t angry. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to Xu Weiyu’s ear. “Darling, look over there.” The old villa had a spiderweb outside its window. A beautiful butterfly was caught in it, struggling desperately. The delicate yet resilient web trembled with every struggle, while the spider that had spun it waited contentedly on the other side. It held down one strand with two legs, maliciously savoring the prey’s vitality. “Just like you,” Li Ji said with a smile. “You’re so foolish, walking straight into your own doom.” [Coming soon] The Duchess Succeeds in Murder Duke Villiers was dead. He had fallen from his horse, and a startled horse had crushed his skull beneath its hoof. The royal family didn’t believe that the “Sword of the Empire,” famed for his ruthless nature and skill in battle, had died in such a ridiculous accident, so they sent the detective Reese to investigate. On Reese’s first day at the Villiers family estate, the duchess, dressed in a black veil, received him in the church. She was an extremely beautiful, young, and fragile widow. Her husband’s death had drained all the life from her, leaving her lake-green eyes forever clouded with sadness and fear. The first time Reese saw her, he thought of the tulips in the royal gardens the previous year, crushed by an early frost just as they had begun to bloom. The duchess spoke little, and it seemed her throat had once been injured. She always wore a black lace choker. When she spoke to people, she lowered her eyes slightly, her hands clad in long silk gloves folded neatly in her lap. Conservative, yet captivating. She had truly loved the duke. During the days Reese spent investigating at the Villiers estate, she never once left the church, always praying for her husband. Her devotion made him envious. On the seventh day, the church caught fire. Reese risked his life and rushed inside with a group of people to rescue Lorraine Charlier. He thought he would see Lorraine’s grateful, tearful eyes. But in the firelight, the duchess’s face was terrifyingly pale, her petal-like lips trembling as she could barely stand. “Get me a horse. I have to go to the nearest town church,” Lorraine said quietly. Reese wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but Lorraine’s voice sounded hoarse. He instinctively grabbed Lorraine’s hand. “You can’t. The sun is about to set, and there could be robbers or bandits on the road.” Lorraine gave him a cold look and turned to leave. No one could stop the duchess once she had made up her mind. Reese had no choice but to go with her. By the time the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, they still hadn’t reached the nearest town. Reese heard Lorraine sobbing in despair inside the carriage. He was about to ask what was wrong when a stag clad in black raven feathers charged onto the road and overturned the carriage. Lorraine fell to the ground. Then a pair of large hands dragged him into the darkness Many years later, the great demon, who walked among humans under the title of duke, carried his delicate wife out of the church. Lorraine had just seen off the child of his last living relative. A hundred years had passed quietly, yet he was still just as beautiful and fragile. “I’ve done everything I promised you,” Reese whispered in Lorraine’s ear. “Can we go home now?” Lorraine said nothing. A moment later, he wrapped his arms around his husband, the last bond he had left in this world. I really couldn’t find anything to read, so I made something myself. Theme: Life finds a way to flourish