I married my murderer. After the wedding, I played the perfect, subservient wife. I always took off my makeup after he fell asleep and put it back on before he woke up. My husband bragged about it on his livestream, saying this is the self-awareness every woman should have. A viewer warned him in the chat: [Run. Only skinwalkers put on makeup in the middle of the night. The more their stolen skin rots, the thicker the makeup. It won't be long before she changes skins and eats you!] I covered my face and smirked. Oops, forgot the concealer. The livor mortis is showing. 01 My husband is my murderer, but I don't care. I was ten minutes late getting home from the grocery store. In front of tens of thousands of viewers on his livestream, Caleb roared at me, "Where the hell have you been? Go kneel in the corner!" As I obediently knelt, the viewers who used to be outraged had become numb. [A gorgeous girl with an abusive guy, and she even paid him a massive dowry just to marry him. What is wrong with the world!] [Making his wife dance in the snow in a swimsuit just for views. He's the king of scumbags.] [Give up trying to save her. Lawyers have contacted her, but she won't listen. She said she's committed to this man for life. They're locked in.] Caleb's livestream was dedicated to filming me serving his entire family, finding new ways to humiliate me to farm views. By the time he allowed me to stand up, the foundation on my knees had rubbed off, exposing the terrifying, purplish-red livor mortis. Oops. I quickly covered it with my purse. Foundation meant for the living just doesn't have the staying power. It rubs off easily, especially in the summer. Luckily, the camera didn't catch it, and I calmly changed into a maxi skirt. On camera, my makeup was flawless, rivaling any influencer. Combined with my tireless, uncomplaining demeanor, the male viewers were bursting with envy, begging Caleb to share his "wife-taming" secrets. My husband shamelessly bragged, "Dealing with women, the key is to never give them an inch." "I told her I like pretty women, and she's never dared to be bare-faced in front of me! She always takes her makeup off after I'm asleep and puts it on before I wake up." "As a wife, satisfying your husband's visual needs is the most basic virtue!" Amidst the viewers' praise and condemnation. A conspicuous message scrolled across the chat. [Your wife is a skinwalker. Only the dead put on makeup in the middle of the night.] [Does she only do her makeup at 3 AM? Because that's when the yin energy is heaviest, making the makeup hold best!] 02 Caleb laughed uproariously. What kind of nonsense was this? The account was named "Mystic Fish," and the bio said he was a novice occultist. The guy was persistent, continuing to type despite being mocked. [You've been married for three years, right? That's a skinwalker's limit. She's been taking longer and longer to do her makeup lately, hasn't she?] [Skinwalkers need human vitality to sustain themselves. Is she clinging to you 24/7, refusing to leave your side? Every time you're intimate, you get sick right after.] This made Caleb pause. It was true. He was strong and healthy before the wedding, but since getting married, he's been constantly dealing with minor illnesses. His wife was obsessed with his skin; once, when he burned himself with a cigarette, she almost cried in distress. [Almost cried, but no tears fell. Corpses can't produce tears. Have you ever actually seen her cry?] No, he hadn't. Caleb suddenly panicked a little. "Why should I believe you?" [Put a few drops of mugwort extract into her makeup remover tonight. Mugwort has strong yang energy. If a skinwalker uses it, their face will rot.] [Whether she's human or a corpse, one test will tell.] 03 I gratefully accepted the makeup remover my husband gave me. Caleb stared at me for a long time before letting out a sigh of relief. "Look at this pathetic, desperate look. A skinwalker?" The young occultist remained dead serious. [The three of you—you, your wife, and your father—all have birthdays in the same month. That's a rare aligned fate. If a skinwalker consumes you, it's a massive power boost.] [In three days, on your birthday, that's when the skinwalker will start the slaughter.] Caleb was an only child. After we married, we lived in his family's custom-built house on the outskirts of town. My mother-in-law was famously cheap in the surrounding area. Any takeout Caleb couldn't finish, she'd let it sit until it smelled sour before giving it to me. Every day, she'd "thoughtfully" leave me two small dishes: one plain boiled cabbage, one pickled radishes. "This is for your own good. Too much grease and you'll get fat, and my son will definitely cheat on you!" I thanked her. After all, skinwalkers don't have metabolisms, and our stomachs don't digest. Eating too much meat makes the stench of death stronger. On Caleb's last birthday, he surprisingly gave me a small piece of BBQ pork. I suppressed my disgust and ate it, then spent half the day throwing up, losing six months of my cultivation. While gnawing on the pickled radishes, I personally served the delicious food and drinks to my mother-in-law. Watching her increasingly plump figure, I felt a deep satisfaction. Fantasizing about the texture of her skin and flesh when harvest time comes, I swallowed hard to hold back my drool. "As long as you eat well, drink well, and are happy, that's my greatest wish." Mood directly affects the pH level of the meat, after all. In the middle of the night, after my husband fell asleep and started snoring, I tiptoed to the bathroom to remove my makeup. Girls, even dead ones, care about their appearance. My makeup routine takes a long time. After removing the patchy, caked-on foundation, fake eyelashes, and colored contacts, I have to do basic moisturizing to make the makeup last longer. After concealing the livor mortis, I use the "sandwich method" to set it. The moment the makeup wipe touched my face, a burning sensation hit me. Right then, I felt a chilling gaze staring at my back. I jerked my head around. The door, which I had locked, had been pushed open at some point. Caleb stood in the doorway, his face dark and menacing. "Audrey, turn around. Let me see your face." 04 Skinwalkers lack the five senses. But I felt a faint sweat seeping from my pores all over my body. Before coming in, the occultist had DM'd Caleb. [Rub ox tears on your phone's camera lens. It will let everyone see ghosts and monsters, forcing her to reveal her true form so she can't hide!] Caleb didn't really believe the occultist, but seeing the viewer count skyrocketing on his livestream... And the constant stream of digital gifts being thrown at him, he immediately stepped toward me, raising his voice: "Making a fuss every night! Is your bare face really that hideous?" Wearing my pajamas, I covered my face and sobbed, looking so wronged I might pass out. Many people in the chat told him to let it go, saying the occultist was definitely just making things up for clout. Caleb grabbed my cold wrist and roughly yanked my chin up. "The viewers paid! Even if I tell you to strip naked, you have to strip! Disobey me, and I'll beat you to death right now!" Helpless, I slowly poured out the makeup remover. The moment I wiped it off, Caleb, and everyone in the livestream, held their breath. But the skin under the foundation remained flawlessly smooth and supple. Caleb's tense expression instantly relaxed, and he started cursing the occultist for being a fraud. The chat joined in. [Tormenting people in the middle of the night, hasn't the poor girl suffered enough!] [I bet the three of them are in on it together. Traffic is higher at 3 AM than during the day!] The young occultist pondered for three seconds, then realization struck. [I get it! Today is February 29th, a leap day! It's hard to distinguish between yin and yang energies today. The skinwalker's body will become no different from a normal human's!] I was actually quite surprised. I didn't know who this occultist's master was, but he had some skills. He actually figured out my origins. [She's not an ordinary skinwalker. She's a vengeful corpse fueled by extreme resentment, so ordinary mugwort is useless against her.] His tone became deadly serious. [What exactly did you do to her to create such immense resentment?!] 05 Furious and embarrassed, Caleb blocked the occultist. To give himself an out, he feigned disgust at my bare face and warned me not to go out without makeup and scare people. I smiled and said, "Of course." See, he had long forgotten this face. Forgotten the girl he strangled with his own hands four years ago. Well, it makes sense. That night was pitch black, it was raining in the woods, and I was beaten bloody and bruised during my struggle. My face was ruined. All four of my limbs were broken. When he was finally satisfied with his assault and locked his hands tightly around my neck... I was still begging pathetically: "Don't kill me. I swear I won't tell anyone... Please, my grandma is waiting for me..." Please, I'm a senior in college, and I just got accepted into a top grad program. I haven't even told my grandma the good news yet. That little old lady scrimped and saved to put me through school. She ruined her eyes working but wouldn't spend a dime to see a doctor. She hasn't enjoyed a single day of comfort from her granddaughter. She really can't afford to lose me. But Caleb just smirked lewdly and tightened his grip on my throat. My body convulsed uncontrollably, tears streamed down my face, and a sharp crack echoed from my cervical vertebrae. And just like that, I died. Right before I died, I thought I saw my grandma. Wearing her faded, washed-out thin coat, sitting eagerly at the yard gate, while my favorite beef and vermicelli buns steamed in the kitchen. She'd reheat them endlessly, always wanting her good granddaughter to have a hot meal the moment she got home. She didn't know I had been discarded deep in the woods. Stripped of my dignity, my future, and my life. In the rotting stench, my resentment refused to dissipate, turning me into a monster that was neither human nor ghost—a skinwalker. When I used a new face to ask the matchmaker to arrange a marriage, she asked me what I was after. I smiled gently, acting shy, and said I just wanted him. I wanted him for this unending— Blood debt. 06 The Caleb family's death day... no, birthdays were approaching. When I presented the family of three with clothes I tailored myself, Caleb's face fell slightly. Because before the occultist was blocked, he had warned him. [If the skinwalker gives you clothes, do absolutely NOT wear them. They do that to make skinning you easier!] I didn't move my eyes, just slowly turned my head, a smile forming on my lips: "Honey, why aren't you trying it on?" Caleb secretly unblocked the occultist. [She's giving you burial clothes! The cranes embroidered on clothes for the living have their wings folded down. Only burial clothes have cranes with open wings, symbolizing the soul flying to heaven!] The fans in the livestream were rolling their eyes: [Please, it's called 'modern vintage'. It's super trendy right now.] Seeing that no one believed him, the young occultist got anxious: [Count the buttons! Burial clothes use an odd number of buttons. The satin material symbolizes the end of the bloodline. Burial clothes require the hands to be covered, and every single piece of clothing she gave you has sleeves longer than your hands. No, the skinwalker is about to become a demon. I'm taking a bus to save you right now!] Caleb compared the clothes, and it was true. He was originally only half-believing, but seeing the massive influx of viewers, an idea sparked. He deliberately acted as if he believed completely and immediately sent a deposit to the occultist. He even hyped it up: "Fam, if you want to see an occultist battle a beautiful skinwalker, remember to tip and subscribe!" Who knew that on Caleb's birthday, a murder would actually happen in the house. Only, the person who died was my father-in-law. 07 My father-in-law's body was torn to pieces, a gruesome sight. On his way home from sneaking around with his old flame, he got drunk and tumbled down a slope, where wild wolves ate more than half his body. But strangely, his lower half was completely gone, and most of the skin and flesh on his head had been gnawed off. Yet, the clothes I had sewn for him remained perfectly intact on his body. Now, the new clothes really had become burial clothes. Caleb knelt before his father's corpse, bewildered: "Why him first... Wait, didn't you say it would go in order of our birthdays? Damn it, that occultist lied to me again!" As I wailed and cried alongside my mother-in-law, I couldn't help but curl my lips into an eerie smile. Yes, my father-in-law could have lived a few more days. But who told him to discover my secret. That day, I had secretly gone to see my grandma. The little old lady's legs had gone bad again. Ever since I disappeared, she had been running around with my photo every day for the past four years, looking for me. When someone mocked her, saying the college student she raised didn't respect herself and must have run off with a rich guy, my grandma went crazy, grabbed a hoe, and almost fought them to the death. "You goddamn filthy scumbag! Say one more word about my granddaughter, and I'll show you what this old woman is capable of!" The police found my missing backpack and bloodstains in the woods, concluding that I had been murdered. But my grandma stubbornly believed that without a body, her granddaughter was fine. "The fortune teller said my granddaughter is destined to live to a hundred!" For four years, she went to the county police station every single week without fail to ask for updates. Even the police didn't know what to do with this stubborn old woman. The mountain roads were tough; a round trip took four hours. How could her legs hold up? I stood outside the yard, watching her burn up with a fever, her mouth still murmuring my childhood nickname. She was so weak she couldn't even lift her hand, couldn't even get a sip of hot water. A corpse shouldn't have a heart, but pain rooted itself in my chest. A dense, inescapable ache. I chopped wood, boiled water, and while she slept, refilled her cup, placing it right where she could reach it. I didn't dare stay long. Skinwalkers can't stay around the living for too long. Corpse energy is toxic. I lived day and night with the Caleb family of three, and the corpse poison had long invaded their organs. I was just waiting for the perfect, auspicious day to gut them and feast. But as soon as I got home, my father-in-law cornered me at the door, giving me a creepy smile. "I finally figured out where you sneak off to every afternoon before grocery shopping!" Seeing me play dumb, he dragged me in front of a mirror, looking triumphant. "Keep playing dumb. Look at what's on your neck!" That's when I realized the steam from boiling the water had melted the foundation on my neck. The dark red livor mortis underneath was fully exposed. My chest stopped moving, and my eyes narrowed dangerously. That was the sign a skinwalker was about to feast. But my father-in-law didn't notice. He grabbed my waist, a lecherous smile on his face. "Cheating on my son, huh? Tell me, which bastard left those hickeys on your neck?" 08 My father-in-law was a creep. He had stolen my underwear several times. He would also quickly grab my waist when walking past me. My mother-in-law knew all this. She played blind and even encouraged it: "It's nice having free eye candy at home. Don't go wasting money on hussies outside!" That night, I was taking a shower when the bathroom light suddenly went out. Accompanied by heavy panting, my father-in-law slipped in and roughly pinned me to the floor. I faked a cry for help. "Stop pretending. I got rid of Caleb and his mother earlier. Now it's just the two of us!" He grinned maliciously, lowering his voice: "What's so great about my son? He yells at you all the time. Be with me, and I guarantee I'll treat you right..." He couldn't wait and grabbed my shoulders. As he rubbed, a whole patch of skin on my shoulder peeled off like soft tofu skin. My father-in-law realized something was wrong. The light flickered back on. He instinctively raised his hand and finally saw that he was holding a wet, wrinkled piece of human skin. Then, with a crack, my head twisted ninety degrees. The moment our eyes met, his gaze trembled, and he was so terrified he forgot to breathe. I smiled, my voice stiff and slow. "Just the two of us? Then I guess it's time to dig in."
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