100 ways to kill your husband

Chapter 7, Fourth Incident: Most people die at the age of 2 or 3.

"Did Xuxu scare you? It's okay! I'll take you there soon..."

Qiao Shan didn't realize she was disappearing and continued to encourage Wen Xu, but her voice grew softer and softer until finally her voice and her body vanished together, along with her clothes, shoes, and the empty driver's seat, as if she had never existed.

The driverless car maintained its high speed, while Lu Heng, who was chasing closely behind, had bloodshot eyes and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Wen Xu finally snapped out of her daze and squeezed into the driver's seat. Just as she gripped the steering wheel, Lu Heng's black car rushed towards their car. With a bang, he slammed their car off the road, and both cars were thrown into the air.

Wen Xu felt a momentary pause, and then she saw that Qiao Shan's body, which had disappeared, suddenly reappeared and overlapped with her own.

Qiao Shan stretched out her semi-transparent hand and pressed her head down to prevent her from being hit by the flying glass. However, this was like a drop in the ocean for a car that had already flown off the road and was still a hundred meters down the mountain road. Wen Xu habitually grabbed a piece of broken glass and held it in her palm.

The white light reappeared before her eyes and lingered for a long time. She thought she might really die this time, and even if she asked her friends for help, she still couldn't avoid death.

Are you pretending to be asleep?

A gentle voice whispered in her ear. Before she opened her eyes, she thought it was a young girl speaking to her, but when she opened her eyes, she realized it was a strange person.

His neat silver hair just reached his ears. He wore a white shirt and black slim-fit trousers, with a fitted vest over the shirt. His features were soft, with bright eyes and a small but firm nose. He was handsome but not particularly memorable, and it was difficult to guess his age; one could say he was eighteen or nineteen, or twenty-eight or twenty-nine.

The man's nose was less than five centimeters from her face, and he was scrutinizing her with the same look he would give a smudged mirror.

Wen Xu was startled and took a step back, but only managed to create a distance of two or three centimeters between them. The man tactfully straightened up, and she realized that she was in a white room with white walls, but she couldn't find any lines where the walls intersected. She was still sitting in the driver's seat of Qiao Shan's car, but the rest of the car was gone.

"Where's Qiao Shan? Where are my friends?"

"Your friends aren't here. This is a place only you and I can enter."

Wen Xu's temples throbbed twice. The way he spoke was so much like Lu Heng's. Why did she always attract men like him?

The chaotic thoughts quickly vanished, and goosebumps rose on her back. Her body was warning her that this man was dangerous, but she soon thought of another possibility.

"Are you a god? Is it you who has brought me back to life time and time again?"

The man straightened up, his eyes widened slightly, and his lips twitched, revealing a somewhat amused expression.

"You can think that way, but I have a name, you can call me Suyi."

He tilted his head slightly, a half-smile spreading across his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. Wen Xu felt the goosebumps on his back rise even more intensely.

"I really like one of your quotes. 'Most people die in their twenties or thirties. After that age, they become nothing more than shadows of themselves; the rest of their lives are just about imitating themselves, repeating day after day what they said, did, thought, and liked in their truly human days, and repeating it more and more mechanically and incoherently.' What a boring life that is, and I'm going to give you a chance to be different from them. You can live again."

Being able to live again didn't excite her at all; she had already lived four times. She was either killed by Lu Heng or reborn after killing Lu Heng. Her efforts had been ineffective; there must be something she hadn't noticed.

"I don't understand, why me?"

"You don't need to know. You can do anything after you're reborn, but you can't break the principles."

Suddenly, Su Yi straightened his back, and a suspended screen appeared to his right, its four corners gently connecting with the air.

When Wen Xu saw the image inside, her face turned pale instantly. The people inside were none other than herself and Qiao Shan. They were sitting in the car. Her face was frighteningly pale, while Qiao Shan looked a little nervous, and her hands holding the steering wheel were unnaturally bent.

"Sometimes I really don't know what reality is. Lu Heng killed me before, and I've been reborn three times."

This is a scene from their conversation on the highway. The video freezes here, as if someone forcibly pressed the freeze button.

"You must not reveal your ability to be reborn to anyone; this is a principle. If Joshan learns of your rebirth, as punishment, she will be completely wiped off the face of the earth."

The next moment, Qiao Shan's body gradually turned into a semi-transparent form on the screen. Wen Xu, who was sitting next to her, stared wide-eyed. Wen Xu couldn't see his own expression, and he felt even more heartbroken and shocked.

"No one but you will remember that she ever existed, and she will never appear again in the world you were reborn into."

"Why? I was the one who told her."

Even as Lu Heng relentlessly pursued them, Qiao Shan did not back down. It was strange that such a courageous woman like Qiao Shan left no trace.

"Give me back my friend."

"What has been completely lost can never be regained. You should go back and continue being Lu Heng's beloved wife."

Feelings don't lie; this man is indeed annoying. He treats her like a tiny insect, just as Lu Heng treats her like a toy.

"Instead of that, you might as well kill me now! I've had enough of Lu Heng, and enough of you!"

Wen Xu stood up from her seat, raised the shard of glass she had been hiding in her hand, and stabbed at Su Yi, but missed. She did not hit the expected object, and her whole body lost its support, passing right through him.

Only then did she realize that Su Yi had no shadow, and that he hadn't blinked once during their conversation. He wasn't even in the room.

"What exactly are you?"

What do you think?

He could never be a god; a god wouldn't find pleasure in tormenting others. The man in plain clothes still looked down at her, and fear enveloped her again, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Stay calm," she told herself. Su Yi was testing her, testing whether she knew more value. If she could only answer according to his expectations, he would, as he planned, say nothing.

"What you just said is from Romain Rolland's novel *Jean-Christophe*. You referred to both me and Romain Rolland as 'you all,' but most people wouldn't categorize an office worker like me and a great writer who has been passed down through the ages in the same way. Unless, in your eyes, everyone in this world is pretty much the same, a different species from you. So what exactly are you?"

"I'm defeated by you."

Su Yi tells Wen Xu that they come from different timelines. His timeline is called "π," where technology is highly advanced, but cultural life is extremely impoverished. Viewers are captivated by watching the amazing encounters of people from other timelines, and Wen Xu is the protagonist of a wildly popular, melodramatic reality show based on Othello, titled "One Hundred Ways to Kill Your Husband."