I Return From Hell

Chapter 150: Chapter 143: Taboo 1, Good Husband~

”Hello~”

”Good evening, everyone.”

”Your favorite streamer just had dinner, and now I’m getting ready for bed.”

”Is ’Honest_Neighbor’ still here? Don’t forget your Super Rocket!”

Little Mumu didn’t forget to add, ”Tonight, I’m definitely going to spend the whole night in the Peace Inn.”

The moment she finished speaking, the dense wall of bullet comments vanished.

???

’What does that mean?’

Little Mumu was baffled. A wave of panic washed over her. ’Did I say something wrong?’

’That sounded perfectly normal, right?’

She asked cautiously, ”What’s wrong, fam? I was just kidding, you guys...”

CLICK.

The power went out.

”AHH!”

Little Mumu let out a terrified shriek.

”What are you screaming for!”

The Backpack Man cursed in annoyance. ”This shitty hotel... the power goes out now, and my phone has no signal? I fucking give up.”

’The power’s out?’

Phew!

Hearing this, Little Mumu breathed a sigh of relief.

’Oh, it’s just a power outage. I thought something had gone wrong with the stream!’

”Some internet celebrity hotel! Can’t even get the basic utilities right. Internet celebrity my ass!”

With the stream off, her language became even cruder.

This power outage was bound to affect her stream’s popularity. Her viewers might even think she did it on purpose.

”I can’t believe this.”

”Should we go ask the hotel owner?”

Little Mumu asked.

”You go ask if you want to.”

The Backpack Man was extremely irritated.

”I...”

Little Mumu didn’t dare order her husband around, so she found a way to back down. ”Someone else will probably go complain. We don’t need to be the ones to stick our necks out.”

”Just rest.”

The Backpack Man pursed his lips but didn’t say anything else in the end.

He went back to playing on his phone.

RING RING RING.

The next moment, his phone started ringing.

???

’Didn’t it just say there was no signal?’

’How is there a signal again?’

’Did they fix it that fast?’

’I don’t recognize this number. But... why does it feel so familiar?’

Though puzzled, the Backpack Man answered the call. Before he could speak, a voice came through the receiver, ”Hello, are you the guest in room 106?”

”The service you requested has arrived. Please open the door to receive it.”

Before the Backpack Man had time to respond, a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK sounded at the door.

’When did I request any service?’

The Backpack Man glanced at his wife, who was still engrossed in her phone. His brow furrowed again as he got up to open the door.

CREAK.

The door swung open.

”Huh?”

The Backpack Man froze, stunned by the beautiful figure standing before him.

She wore a light, jade-green blouse over a flowing, flower-patterned skirt. Her long black hair was gathered into a loose, cloud-like bun, adorned with a jade phoenix hairpin set at a jaunty angle. Her figure was slender, her features exquisite, and her beauty was so bewitching it could steal a man’s soul.

She looked just like a well-born lady from ancient times.

With just one glance, the Backpack Man’s heart began to race as a certain hormone flooded his system.

His mouth went dry.

A heat pooled in his lower abdomen.

He felt like he was losing control.

”Miss,”

”can... can I help you?”

he asked, licking his dry lips.

”Sir, wasn’t I the one you requested?”

the Ancient-dressed Woman asked.

”You’re the one I... requested?”

The Backpack Man thought for a moment, and something suddenly occurred to him: ’It couldn’t be from that card, could it?’

’But...’

’I never called to make a request!’

Before he could think it through, the Ancient-dressed Woman asked in a slightly aggrieved tone, ”Is it that you’re not satisfied with me, Sir?”

”Ah? No, not at all!”

”You’re so beautiful, and you’re even wearing an outfit I really like. How could I possibly be unsatisfied?”

The Backpack Man had long been itching with desire whenever he saw beautiful women in ancient-style clothing on the street. He had even bought a Hanfu set for Little Mumu, but what was the result?

She looked absolutely terrible in it.

Now, seeing this woman, he was completely smitten.

”Then why won’t you let me in, Sir?”

the Ancient-dressed Woman asked.

”Well...”

The Backpack Man couldn’t help but glance back, only to see Little Mumu was still playing on her phone!

He found it a bit strange.

’Is my wife deaf today?’

’I hope she is!’

’And blind!’

”Ahem.”

He turned back to find the Ancient-dressed Woman had moved closer. Her faint fragrance was enough to make his soul leave his body. He swallowed hard and asked, ”Miss, uh... how much for the whole night?”

”That depends on your performance, Sir. If you perform well, I might even be the one paying you.”

As the Ancient-dressed Woman spoke, she threw herself into the Backpack Man’s arms, enveloping him in her fragrant scent.

With the soft woman in his embrace, the Backpack Man trembled and instantly lost all ability to think. With his last shred of reason, he pulled the Ancient-dressed Woman into the bathroom, not wanting Little Mumu to find out.

Once the door was closed, he devolved into a primal beast—an animal.

He lost himself completely to the sound of the woman’s silver-bell laughter.

Little Mumu.

She felt a sudden, inexplicable chill, especially a cool sensation around her ears and eyes. She looked up at her husband, who was sitting motionless and playing on his phone, and felt a bit more at ease.

’The power outage must have turned off the AC, that’s why the room got so cold.’

’I should just hurry up, wash my face, and get under the covers!’

’If the power doesn’t come back on, it’ll only get colder later.’

With this in mind, Little Mumu turned on her flashlight, took out her toiletries, and walked toward the bathroom.

What she didn’t notice was that the moment she turned her head, the ’husband’ on the bed vanished.

”Oh, right.”

”I forgot my toothpaste.”

Little Mumu turned to get her toothpaste and saw her ’husband’ still lying on the bed playing with his phone. She couldn’t help but say, ”Honey, can you come to the bathroom with me while I get ready?”

”I’m a little scared to go by myself.”

The Backpack Man got up.

Seeing this, Little Mumu’s heart filled with joy.

Usually, if she dared to interrupt her husband while he was on his phone, she would definitely get yelled at. She never expected that while they were traveling, he would actually be so considerate.

’This is so nice.’

’I’m so happy.’

She picked up the toothpaste and pushed open the bathroom door.

With her husband by her side, she began to use the toilet and wash up.

「Meanwhile.」

Inside the bathroom, in the shower area, the real Backpack Man watched Little Mumu enter. He instinctively let go of the Ancient-dressed Woman’s left leg, took a step back, and prepared to pull up his pants.

But...

Huh???

’Little Mumu didn’t see me?’

The Backpack Man watched in bewilderment as Little Mumu used the toilet and washed up, an overwhelming sense of strangeness washing over him.

At that moment, even in his lust-addled state, a sliver of rationality returned to him.

Something was seriously wrong!

Because Little Mumu had a flashlight on when she came in, the bathroom was much brighter. In the light, he saw Little Mumu in the mirror, and...

the Ancient-dressed Woman!

At this moment, she no longer had any of her earlier charming allure.

Her clothes were tattered, dark, and decayed, and her once-seductive body was now covered in lividity spots.

She slowly turned her stiff head, revealing ink-black eyes with no whites and a deathly pale face. She looked at the Backpack Man’s reflection in the mirror, smiled faintly, and spoke in a human voice, ”My good husband~”