My Silly, Sweet Wife

Before long, a crackling sound emerged from the ancestral hall.

Suddenly, Zhao Ke sensed something wasn’t right.

"Big brother, are you okay in there?" Zhao Ke called out loudly.

Then, a terrifying suction force was the response he received.

The suction force suddenly shot out from the ancestral hall, wrapping around Zhao Ke’s body directly.

Zhao Ke already lacked strong cultivation and often exerted himself too much with women, causing his body to be somewhat weak. How could he withstand Zhao Wencheng’s move?

Zhao Ke hadn’t reacted yet, and his body was already flying, swept into the ancestral hall.

Bam!

In the next second, the door slammed shut again.

Zhao Ke was terrified, and after hitting the ground, he quickly raised his head.

This glance caused Zhao Ke’s pupils to contract instantly, as if he had seen a ghost: "Big brother, what... what’s going on, why are all those coffins’ lids open?"

Zhao Wencheng gave Zhao Ke a cold look: "Zhao Ke, you’re my brother, you also hope our Zhao Family can reach the peak, right?"

"B-big brother, w-what do you mean?" Watching Zhao Wencheng with his hair flying and eyes blood-red, Zhao Ke was scared stiff.

Usually, Zhao Wencheng was domineering, but Zhao Ke had never seen him like this.

Now Zhao Wencheng resembled a demon, looking extremely frightening.

"Answer, yes or no?" Zhao Wencheng ignored Zhao Ke’s fear and continued to ask.

Zhao Ke shivered, but still nodded vigorously, shouting, "I want, I certainly want it, I’m part of the Zhao Family, of course I hope our Zhao Family rises to fame and fortune!"

"Good!" Zhao Wencheng showed a satisfied smile: "Since that’s the case, I’ll fulfill you."

Saying this, he suddenly raised his hand, pressing it against Zhao Ke’s head.

Zhao Ke was completely confused, not understanding what was happening, when he suddenly felt a terrifying power approaching.

"Big brother..."

No more words followed, Zhao Ke’s voice abruptly stopped.

Then, blood mixed with brain matter burst forth.

"To cultivate this Devouring Blood Scripture, it requires the blood of Zhao Family members as a guide, your death contributes to the Zhao Family, hence, it’s worthwhile!"

Zhao Wencheng’s lips curled into a sinister smile, then he flung his hand.

Zhao Ke’s blood flew up, landing in those seven coffins.

Rumble!

Before long, sounds resembling rolling low thunder began to echo.

Then, it felt as if heavy breathing was coming from within the coffins.

A few minutes later, one of the coffins gently moved twice.

A person clad in burial clothes suddenly sat up.

He was almost rotted, yet his eyeballs could still move, staring fixedly at Zhao Wencheng.

Zhao Wencheng’s eyes widened, appearing extremely excited.

Soon after, one corpse after another sat up.

All seven corpses in the seven coffins sat up.

"Come!"

Zhao Wencheng gestured with his hand.

The seven corpses, as if pulled by some power, stood up one after the other, then leaped forward, landing beside Zhao Wencheng.

Shortly, they surrounded Zhao Wencheng in the center.

Zhao Wencheng immediately sat cross-legged on the ground.

The seven corpses extended their hands, placing them on Zhao Wencheng’s shoulders.

Vaguely, it seemed there were three clusters of flames flickering on Zhao Wencheng’s shoulders.

As time passed, the three clusters of flames grew stronger.

More eerily, the seven corpses became increasingly shriveled, their bodies beginning to resemble brittle paper.

This process lasted for three days and nights.

On the night of the third day, Zhao Wencheng, sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Boom!"

A terrifying aura exploded directly from Zhao Wencheng’s body.

Then, the seven corpses instantly turned to ashes, dispersing into nothing.

"Haha, the Devouring Blood is truly terrifying!" Zhao Wencheng’s eyes had turned blood-red.

Blood threads faintly appeared on his skin.

Stretching out his hand, feeling the boundless power in his hands, Zhao Wencheng’s eyes became even more greedy.

His ears twitched, as if hearing some sound, Zhao Wencheng stomped his feet, his body charged out of the ancestral hall, heading straight to the courtyard outside the Feng family’s Zhao Kaifeng’s house.

"Who’s there?"

Inside, there seemed to be some noise, Zhao Kaifeng exclaimed.