Number One Ugly Husband

1. Only Wishing to Kill Him

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Staring at a bowl of water and a big steamed bun on the ground, Bao Ye frowned.

He felt himself so hapless: he should have transmigrated from the year 2048 back to the 2047 on the world calendar in order to save his slain buddies, but now he was back to 30 years ago by mistake- June 4th of 2018, when he hadn’t been born yet.

What’s worse, the body he possessed belonged to a most inferior slave. According to the memory of this body, at present, the slaves had no freedom. They had to obey the orders of their owners, work for the owners, and would even be sold or killed by the owners. What a dark era!

Suddenly, the rumbling sound in his empty stomach cut his thought.

He reached out for the broken bowl to drink, only to see an ugly face reflected on the water. His hands suddenly shook out of fear, and the water spattered out.

“Oh fuck! It scared the shit out of me!”

It seemed that the face reflected on the water was suffering from melanoma. It was covered by various sizes of black pustules all over, some of the pustules were even broke and bleeding, which amplified the disgust.

In the middle of the forehead, there is a scar left by burning iron, which is a character “奴” (slave in Chinese), showing that he was a slave.

Astonished at “his” own face, Bao Ye murmured, “This ugly guy…is me? What…what a f**king disgusting face.”

If someone encountered this face in the dark night, he/she must deem it as a ghost.

Suddenly, a big dirty foot appeared in his vision. The foot harshly stepped on the steamed bun and ground it, even crashed the bowl holding it.

Bao Ye looked up and saw a man wore a loose cropped pants glaring at him.

“Bang—“

The man kicked off the bowl in Bao Ye’s hand, sniffed at him and turned back to his position.

The skinny guy sitting beside the man immediately asked him in a low voice, “Peng ge, do you really decide to let him go like that?”

The tips of Bao Ye’s ears slightly moved. Casting a glimpse at them, Bao Ye estimated that the distance between him and them was at least 15 meters. But to his surprise, he could still hear their chatting clearly. His superpower didn’t disappear due to the changing of another body.

Du Peng peeped coldly at Bao Ye and said, “If we kill him now, the deacon would know it is us, and we may get punished or even be sentenced to death. He doesn’t deserve that risk. Take it easy. The exercise time is around the corner, when we go outside, we can make some chaos and kill him then.”

“OK.”

Heard this, Bao Ye wiped the water splashed on his face.

In the memory of the original owner of this body, he had murdered Du Peng’s wife, and took the skinny guy’s credit for numerous times. Thus they hated him to the bones.

Except for them, he got numerous haters, who viewed him as a despicable, wretched, lousy villain and only wished that they could kill him to vent their resentment.

The only reason why the original Rong Yi could live till now was all because he had a big brother sheltering him. But unfortunately, he sold out his brother’s buddies and caused them to be beaten to death two days ago. His big brother was so furious that he cut off their brotherhood and distanced himself to him ever again.

Thus, all his haters were ready to kill him after knowing this.

Looked around in the room, Bao Ye came across the glares from all directions.

The middle-aged man sitting across him was a limp, whose leg had been broke by the original owner of this body. The man on his left had suffered harshly thrash from the deacon due to his slandering, and the old man on his right hand was almost raped by the original owner of the body at night because “he” had an erotic dream.

Noticing Bao Ye’s eyes nailing on him, the old man immediately held the bowl beside him in his hand, warning Bai Ye that he would definitely blow his head if he dare touch him again.

Noticing that the old man glaring at him like he was rapist, Bao Ye touched his forehead, “What the f**k!”

That man was old enough to be the original owner’s grandpa, how low his taste would be that he even tried to rape him? Could he even erect?

At that time, the deacon wearing clean clothes, with a long lash in his hand, walked into the hut and shouted, “Exercise time, everybody, move your ass and out!”