There was no expression on Fu Sang’s face. He seemed to have no reaction at all to this new piece of information that could overturn the history of the nether path.
But Huo Wei could tell from the subtle look between his brows that this person was already in a very bad mood.
And that was understandable. If the Seven Watch Blood Crying Prison also had the function of seizing fate, then Qi Changying’s death was no simple matter, and neither was his transformation into a ghost. After all, Qi Changying’s own temperament really didn’t seem capable of producing enough hatred to support his transformation into a seventh-rank fierce ghost on the spot.
If even his transformation into a ghost was a necessary step for the Seven Watch Blood Crying Prison to seize fate, then there was a lot of room for speculation about the unproven things in between. For example, could even his becoming a ghost be man-made.
The seventh-rank Crimson Evil that had “nearly destroyed” the nether path was actually a complete lie, and it was all a plot against Fu Sang’s idol. His mood couldn’t possibly be good.
“What did Qiyueban look like? Have you seen him?”
After a brief silence, Fu Sang continued to ask.
This time, Qi Changying shook his head without hesitation:
“He was very mysterious and rarely showed his face. Even when he did, it was only behind a screen, or a glimpse from afar. I never clearly saw his face.”
Fu Sang frowned and said nothing more.
After getting her fill of gossip, Huo Wei let out a satisfied yawn after expressing all her exclamations, and left.
Fu Sang, meanwhile, spun his pen, still sitting there, staring somewhat absently at the chart on the paper that truly belonged to Qi Changying.
After a while, he slapped the pen down on the table, casually packed up the computer and papers from the bed into his bag, and after washing up, directly pulled back the covers and got into bed to look at his phone.
“…Fu Sang.” Qi Changying sat on the carpet, leaned against the bed and looked at him, stating without hesitation:
“You’re in a bad mood.”
“None of your damn business.” Fu Sang ruthlessly rejected his concern.
“Is it because of my birth characters?” Qi Changying’s perception of Fu Sang’s emotions had become almost acute: “Is there a problem? Why are you unhappy?”
“I’m unhappy every day. Why do you think my unhappiness has anything to do with you?”
“I didn’t think that, Fu Sang.”
“.”
Fu Sang ground his teeth in frustration.
He was full of anger with nowhere to vent, so he half-propped himself up, grabbed Qi Changying’s collar, and forced him closer:
“Your fate, which originally belonged to you, was stolen.”
“Mm.” Qi Changying didn’t quite understand what Fu Sang meant, but he still nodded hesitantly and acknowledged.
“Someone set up a scheme, killed you, and stole your fate. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have died at twenty-two.”
“Mm.”
“You are my ghost. Everything about you is mine. But you didn’t keep your things safe. Your death doesn’t matter, but your fate being lost is my loss. Shouldn’t I be angry?”
“…” Qi Changying couldn’t help but smile.
This person was truly domineering.
“A thousand years ago, I didn’t even know you, Fu Sang.”
“So what?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly:
“You were born to be mine.”
“Alright,” Qi Changying smiled softly, going along with him.
Fu Sang’s eyes shifted slightly. He released his collar, his fingertips tracing up along the curve of his Adam’s apple.
Qi Changying obediently accepted this. After a moment, as if thinking of something, he said:
“But if fate had been kind back then, I wouldn’t have become like this, and I wouldn’t have met you a thousand years later.”
Hearing his words, Fu Sang sneered, lifted his chin, and looked down into his eyes:
“Is that a kind of luck? You don’t actually think that dying a gruesome death, becoming a ghost, being suppressed for a thousand years, and then, after being released, putting aside your principles and dignity to stay by my side as a pet for me to command as I please, is a happy thing, do you?”
“I haven’t put aside my principles and dignity. Since it was my own choice, it’s what I willingly accepted.”
Qi Changying corrected, then took Fu Sang’s hand in both of his:
“I just want to say that heaven has its own arrangements. Since it has already happened, whether good or bad, it’s a gift of fate. So, don’t be angry. Alright?”
“…”
For some reason, even though every cell in his body disagreed with Qi Changying’s words, Fu Sang’s mood did calm down a little after hearing them.
After looking down at him for a while, Fu Sang pulled his hand back and raised an eyebrow:
“Then what should you do?”
Qi Changying sat up, bracing himself against the edge of the bed.
He raised his hand to gently touch Fu Sang’s face, then tilted his head up to kiss his lips almost reverently.
…
Miao Village.
Huo Wei finally got her wish and dressed up as a “gu witch beauty” in Miao Village. Her silver ornaments jingled and clanked as she walked, making her sound like a human-sized mobile wind chime.
She had hired three photographers. Wherever she stood, a cascade of shutter clicks and overlapping cries of excitement from the photographers would erupt.
Fu Sang carried her bag and really couldn’t be bothered to join in the excitement.
With the booming tourism industry in recent years, the Miao Village had become heavily commercialized. He wasn’t interested in strolling down commercial streets, so he got a cup of coffee and sat wherever he could, acting as a mobile bag rack for the mobile wind chime.
It was a cloudy day, and it was still early. The morning wind was cool, and the air was heavy with moisture.
A light mist gathered around the stilted houses built along the distant mountains. Ignoring the surrounding shops, it vaguely resembled a misty fairyland.
Among this scenery, a certain ghost in red was particularly conspicuous.
Qi Changying seemed very interested in the Miao Village. He looked this way and that, even staring at a brightly colored, artificial juice machine for a long time out of curiosity.
Fu Sang’s gaze followed him, and only after confirming he wouldn’t wander off did he look away and open the Klotski game on his phone.
Qi Changying indeed wouldn’t go far and kept an eye on Fu Sang’s position at all times. After confirming that Fu Sang wouldn’t move for a while, he explored all the novel shops, flowers, and architecture within a fifteen-meter radius of Fu Sang before returning to his side.
“The architecture here is very different from where you’re from.” Qi Changying summarized his little survey into one sentence.
“Mm-hmm,” Fu Sang said, wearing one earbud, which made him look less like he was talking to himself when speaking to the ghost: “Never seen it before?”
“No.” Qi Changying answered seriously, “During the Li Dynasty, this area was called the ‘Southern Region,’ ruled by the Southern Region tribes themselves. They didn’t have much contact with the Central Plains, and I was often in the northwest, so I never came to the southwest.”
Seeing new things, Qi Changying seemed to have opened up a floodgate of words, wanting to share everything he thought with Fu Sang.
“Central Plains architecture mainly uses adobe, blue bricks, and grey tiles, and it must be built square and proper. In the northwest, the Chao Su people are nomadic. Their dwellings are called ‘Qionglu,’ made of wooden frames and felt, which can be moved with them as they migrate, very free and unrestrained. This place is a bit different… These small buildings here seem to be built with bamboo and wood, and the space underneath is open. Why is that?”
When Fu Sang was in a good mood, he didn’t mind being a bit more patient to answer questions for the ignorant ancient ghost:
“There are many mountains here, it’s damp and rainy, with many insects and snakes. Building this way adapts to the terrain and also prevents dampness and insects.”
“I see. How interesting.”
Qi Changying glanced in Huo Wei’s direction and asked another question:
“The clothes Miss Huo is wearing, are they the special ethnic attire of this place?”
“Mm.”
“What ethnicity?”
“Miao.”
“Is she Miao?”
“No.”
“Even if she’s not Miao, she can wear Miao clothes?”
“Mm.”
“Your place is very inclusive.”
“Mm.”
“Why is she wearing them?”
“To take photos as souvenirs.”
“Take photos?”
“Mm.”
Too lazy to explain, Fu Sang opened his phone camera and took a picture of Qi Changying, then turned the screen to show him.
Qi Changying then found himself appearing in the small brick in Fu Sang’s hand.
He immediately understood: “So this is ‘taking photos’?”
“Mm.”
“It can freeze a person’s image in the frame?”
“Mm.”
“Very magical.”
With that, Qi Changying looked around and noticed that everywhere, people were holding up brick-like slabs or larger black gadgets to “take photos” of others.
He hesitated slightly:
“If I appear in someone else’s photo, will it scare them? Perhaps I should…” Perhaps it was better to go back into the nail.
Fu Sang knew exactly what nonsense he was about to say the moment he opened his mouth, so he impatiently interrupted him:
“When will you ever get rid of this ridiculous saintly heart of yours?”
After a pause, Fu Sang added, “People who can’t see you won’t be able to photograph you. Stop worrying.”
“I see. Good.” Qi Changying smiled slightly, “Doesn’t Fu Sang need to ‘take photos as souvenirs’? I just saw that some men are also wearing ethnic clothing. It looks very suitable for you. You would definitely look great in them.”
“Not interested.”
In fact, it wasn’t just Qi Changying who had this thought.
Earlier, when Huo Wei was getting her makeup and outfit done, she had actually wanted to drag Fu Sang along too, but after much earnest persuasion, it was all in vain.
Fu Sang’s appearance and temperament had a natural coldness. His facial features were sharp, making him look fierce and ruthless, but the slight feminine quality in his features balanced that out well. Plus, he always had a ghostly air about him, making him especially suited to this kind of drizzly, humid place, as if he could pull out some gu worms, scorpions, or snakes from his pocket at any moment to kill someone he didn’t like.
But Fu Sang particularly disliked this kind of thing. He not only disliked having his photo taken but also disliked traveling. He thought it was meaningless. If it weren’t for Huo Wei’s strong insistence and threats, he probably wouldn’t have even left his room today.
He yawned and looked up at the sky.
There was a particularly bright patch among the grey clouds, where the hidden sun cast it’s light.
Fu Sang squinted slightly, staring somewhat absently.
Until at some point, he suddenly felt a brief moment of daze. At the same time, the Weeping Soul Coins at his waist made a sound for the first time in a while.
“Ding-aling”
Weeping Soul Coins, weep at the sight of souls.
Fu Sang’s magical artifacts had been adjusted by him and would not react to Qi Changying’s presence. The fact that they were sounding now meant that there were other underworld spirits active in the vicinity besides Qi Changying.
Fu Sang stood up from his chair.
It was peak tourist hour, and there were many more people in the scenic area than before. All sorts of human energies were mixed together, making it hard to distinguish the trace of ghostly qi mixed in.
But the Weeping Soul Coins fell silent after that single ring, with no further movement.
His phone suddenly vibrated and rang.
Fu Sang snapped out of his daze and glanced at the screen.
The incoming call was a WeChat voice call. The profile picture and contact name belonged to Chen Wuyue, the Spirit Path spirit master with whom he still had an unfinished business deal.
‘Finally, a job?’
Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly, swiped to answer, and switched the call to his earbud: “Hello?”
“Hello, is this Fu Sang?”
Chen Wuyue’s voice was deep and cold, consistent with the personality she had shown online.
“Yes, what is it?”
“It’s like this. I wanted to ask if you have time recently. The matter I wanted to exchange with you has recently shown some progress. I’d like to ask for your assistance in investigating a case.”
“When?”
“As soon as possible.”
“How soon?”
“I hope I can see you tomorrow.”
“I can’t.” Fu Sang said: “I’m not in the capital. I’m out of the province on a research trip right now. Even if I interrupt my trip, the earliest I can come find you is next Monday.”
“This…” Chen Wuyue seemed a bit troubled: “Which province are you in now?”
“Qianzhou.”
“Qianzhou? Where in Qianzhou?”
“Right now, at the Miao Village.”
“…That’s quite a coincidence.” Chen Wuyue cleared her throat lightly:
“I’m also here.”
“?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly.
Then there was no problem: “Where are you? I’ll come to you.”
“I’ll share my location with you.”
“Okay.”
Fu Sang hung up and accepted Chen Wuyue’s location sharing invitation.
Chen Wuyue was near the ancient well in the Miao Village, in a very remote spot, almost at the edge of the scenic area, but not far from Fu Sang’s location.
After confirming the direction, Fu Sang immediately went to find her.
On the map, the arrow indicators representing him and Chen Wuyue grew closer. When they were about to overlap, Fu Sang looked up in the direction the arrow indicated and saw a very tall woman standing by the roadside.
Fu Sang himself was nearly 1.83 meters, but the woman appeared to be even taller than him, roughly 1.90 meters. She was wearing a short camouflage work jacket with matching work pants and thick-soled hiking boots. She looked very capable and efficient.
As he got closer, her features became clearer.
Her hair was neither long nor short, half-tied at the back, with plenty of layers. She had thick eyebrows and big eyes, carrying a kind of heroic beauty.
“Hello? Fu Sang.” Fu Sang walked over and gave a very brief self-introduction.
“Oh… hello, Bu Wangzhou’s Chen Wuyue.”
Chen Wuyue nodded to him.
“Mm.”
Fu Sang said “Mm” and nothing more. Chen Wuyue, caught in this awkward impromptu meeting of online acquaintances, felt a bit embarrassed. After a moment, she began explaining why she had invited Fu Sang over.
“You should have read the document I sent you earlier, right? I wrote it in enough detail. After reading it, you should have a basic understanding of our spirit path, so I won’t go over the fundamental issues too much.
“Here’s the situation. Three months ago, a demon spirit from the Inner World, also known as the Mystic Realm, illegally entered the human world in the Outer World and killed a human. I took this case from the Spirit Supervision Bureau. After investigating all the way, I found that the demon spirit has an extremely strong ability to hide and is very cunning. I’ve been chasing it for two months without much progress. It wasn’t until recently that I realized this case might also involve underworld spirits.”
Fu Sang nodded: “An underworld spirit appeared, and you need a nether spirit master to confirm that, so you came to me?”
“Exactly. I need solid evidence before I can apply to the Spirit Supervision Bureau to invite a nether spirit master to assist in the investigation. But without a nether path spirit master, I can’t confirm whether an underworld spirit is actually involved in this case. It’s a dead cycle. Coincidentally, just as I realized this, I came across your post.”
“But after I contacted you, the trail of that demon went cold again. It wasn’t until today that I tracked his spiritual traces again here in the Miao Village. That’s why I wanted you to come as soon as possible, to help me determine whether there’s really an underworld spirit involved in this case. I can’t see ghosts or detect their presence. Professional matters should be left to professionals. That’s why I contacted you so suddenly.”
Chen Wuyue explained things clearly, and Fu Sang had no further questions.
After listening, he nodded:
“Although I don’t know if it’s related to the case you’re investigating, I did sense some unusual yin energy in the Miao Village just now.”
“Yin energy?”
“Ghostly yin energy.”
“Oh… Can you find it?”
“No.”
“…Ah?”
“The magical artifact rang once and then stopped. That wisp of yin energy flickered and disappeared. I can’t find it anymore.”
Chen Wuyue wasn’t someone who lacked social skills, but for some reason, standing beside this nether path spirit master made her feel especially awkward and uneasy, unsure of how to continue the conversation.
Fortunately, Fu Sang continued on his own:
“How do you track demon spirits? By spiritual traces? What are those?”
Fu Sang just wanted to finish this task as quickly as possible and resolve this karmic connection, so he seemed particularly proactive.
“Demons leave traces when they pass through the human realm. We use spells to make those invisible traces visible, in order to track the demon spirit’s whereabouts. You can think of it as our spirit masters’ own version of Luminol reagent.”
“Understood.” Fu Sang nodded, his words concise and to the point:
“Where did it go?”
“Right here by the roadside. You can’t see it, but… his footprints circled here a few times and then disappeared. I suspect this demon spirit has some kind of spatial ability.”
Fu Sang looked at Chen Wuyue, who was pointing at her own feet. He lowered his gaze to the sparse grass blades on the ground.
“Here?” He confirmed again.
“Yes.”
“There’s no yin energy. At least I don’t sense any.”
“Tsk…”
“Why do you think this matter is related to underworld spirits?”
Fu Sang asked the key question.
Since Chen Wuyue couldn’t see underworld spirits or sense yin energy, how had she initially suspected that an underworld spirit was involved?
“Oh, that’s because…”
Chen Wuyue didn’t finish her sentence. She suddenly fell silent.
Fu Sang was still staring at the ground, lost in thought. At the sound of her stopping, he raised an eyebrow slightly and looked up, only to see her inexplicably turn her head to look behind herself.
“?”
“A stone came out of nowhere and hit me.”
With that, presumably to prove her point to Fu Sang, she kicked a small stone that had appeared by her feet.
But as soon as she finished speaking, another stone flew over and hit her precisely on the back of her shoulder.
Fu Sang frowned, his gaze shifting past Chen Wuyue to the direction from which the stones had come.
He was certain it wasn’t his imagination…at one moment, he saw a tiny, almost imperceptible disturbance in the air not far from him. Then a stone materialized out of thin air, flew past Chen Wuyue, and came straight at him.
Fu Sang reacted quickly. He immediately stepped aside, the stone grazing his hair and falling to the ground with a “pat.”
Fu Sang’s eyes narrowed slightly.
If it was targeting Chen Wuyue, that was none of his business. But if it was coming for him?
Without a word, he put on his Ghost Blood Whip and strode in the direction from which the stones had come.
The nearby plants were shaking, very slightly, but Fu Sang noticed.
He immediately raised his hands to form a seal, and the blood threads of the Ghost Blood Whip shot out with the coins in pursuit.
When using the Ghost Blood Whip, Fu Sang could, to some extent, share sensations with the blood threads. Whether the threads grabbed or shredded something, he would receive feedback in terms of strength and touch.
But this time was different.
After the Ghost Blood Whip reached for its target, just a moment before it locked on, it suddenly seemed to fall into a void.
The void completely severed Fu Sang’s connection to the Ghost Blood Whip. When he perceived the Ghost Blood Whip’s existence again, the sound of the coins on the blood threads was already ringing in his ears.
Fu Sang subconsciously looked toward the source of the sound and saw a rift being torn open in the space before him. The blood threads were diving out of the rift!
The sudden change caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily stunned.
But before Fu Sang could react, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an embrace, raising their own hand to block the blood threads’ attack for him.
The blood threads wrapped tightly around Qi Changying’s arm. A harsh sizzling sound rang out, and wisps of white smoke rose from where his skin met the blood threads. At the same time, Fu Sang felt a searing pain in his right arm, as if his own soul were being burned.
He snapped out of his daze, shoved Qi Changying away, and forcefully pulled the blood threads off his hand:
“Did I ask you to block for me?”
Realizing it had attacked the wrong target, the blood threads quickly released Qi Changying as if in apology and obediently threaded back into the copper ring.
“Sorry, I didn’t want you to get hurt.” Qi Changying also apologized.
“How can my own magical artifact hurt me? Don’t act on your own in the future.” Fu Sang was fuming inside.
Qi Changying was of a very high rank. Ordinary magical instruments couldn’t harm him, but the Ghost Blood Whip was different. And once a ghost is injured, it consumes the very essence of their soul, which is almost irreversible.
Fu Sang pulled up his sleeve, revealing the same crisscrossing deep red burn marks on his arm as Qi Changying’s, left by the blood threads:
“You didn’t want me to get hurt? Then what’s this?”
“What’s wrong…?”
Chen Wuyue rushed over and saw Fu Sang talking to the air.
“Nothing.” Fu Sang irritably pulled his sleeve back down:
“It’s a spatial trick from your spirit path. It ran west. Whatever method you use, find it as soon as possible.”
Chen Wuyue was actually a bit confused, not understanding why Fu Sang was suddenly so angry.
She instinctively asked: “You’re going to…?”
“Kill it.”
“…”
Actually, Chen Wuyue thought Fu Sang’s personality seemed pretty good when they talked online…decisive, straightforward, clear in his words and actions.
But now, meeting him in person, standing beside him gave her a feeling of wanting to gasp for breath.
Instinct told her that this person was definitely not simple…the kind of not-simple that carried extremely high uncertainty, uncontrollability, and danger!
She carefully chose her words:
“Um, we spirit masters can’t just… kill demon spirits.”
“I’m a nether path spirit master.”
“That’s still not appropriate.”
“So what can you do?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow, ignoring her. After sensing a faint fluctuation of “energy” in the air, he began to head west in pursuit:
“Kill me?”
The thing hiding in the forest was extremely arrogant, not hiding its path at all. As it ran, it kept throwing stones at Fu Sang.
Though these stones had no real offensive power and could be easily dodged, the silent provocation quickly pushed Fu Sang’s anger to its peak.
He raised his hand, and the blood threads responded to his command, shooting toward the direction from which the stones came.
The same thing happened as before…the blood threads lost contact just before reaching the target. But Fu Sang seized that moment of void, clenched the last remaining blood thread in his hand, and formed a seal while chanting.
The Ghost Blood Whip was Fu Sang’s life-bound magical instrument. He had spent a long time refining it. In particular, the five blood threads had been nurtured with his own blood for a full nine hundred days to achieve that state where they responded instantly to his thoughts.
For this reason, the blood threads could not be lost.
As long as there was any length of thread left in his hand, even an inch, he could use it to trace the direction of the lost threads.
Even across space.
He sprinted toward the direction where the blood threads had disappeared. In the distance, he saw a crack on the ground that hadn’t yet closed. After a running start, he leaped into that unknown space just before the crack sealed shut.
It was as if the world had suddenly flipped. The sensation of falling only lasted a moment before Fu Sang landed on solid ground.
He rolled once to break his fall and quickly scrambled to his feet.
Brushing the grass clippings off himself, he looked up to survey his surroundings.
He didn’t know where this was, but the scene looked no different from the real world. The main difference was that the air here was filled with many faint, firefly-like specks of light. Additionally, it was much warmer here than in the real world.
In the real world, it was winter, but here it was as warm as summer. Sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, which was a bit glaring.
“…Holy shit? You actually followed me here?”
Upon hearing this, Fu Sang looked up and spotted a conspicuous tuft of red hair among a cluster of green plants not far away.
If his perception wasn’t wrong, his four missing blood threads were in this person’s hands.
That’s right.
He was sure: this wasn’t a demon, but a person.
Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly.
He was no longer in a hurry and walked over leisurely.
His hand dropped, and his ring finger twitched slightly.
The red hair gave a sudden jolt, letting out a strange cry, causing the surrounding plants to rustle.
Then his middle finger twitched.
The red hair disappeared completely.
Then his index finger, then his little finger.
When he got closer, Fu Sang pulled out a folding knife from his pocket and flicked the blade open.
Twirling the knife, he pushed through the plants and finally saw the bastard who had been constantly provoking him.
It was a boy, tied up in a mess by the blood threads. One thread was wrapped around his mouth, preventing him from speaking. He was currently trying to pull those damn threads off himself.
When he saw Fu Sang approaching with the knife, his eyes widened in shock.
“You like throwing stones? Why aren’t you throwing them anymore? If you’re not throwing them, you can keep them for your own grave.”
Fu Sang smiled lightly, his tone eerily gentle.
He said: “You get no last words.”
With that, he pounced, pinning the boy to the ground, his other hand gripping the knife as he raised it to stab him in the throat.
The boy, naturally, wasn’t going to surrender without a fight. Realizing that Fu Sang wasn’t joking but was genuinely out for blood, he immediately drove his knee into Fu Sang’s abdomen. But Fu Sang seemed to feel no pain at all. He didn’t let out a groan, and his downward thrust didn’t pause even slightly.
Seeing this wasn’t working, the boy raised his leg again, pushing against Fu Sang’s side to shove him off.
Caught off guard, Fu Sang’s body tilted. In that instant, the feeling of weightlessness hit him. Space shifted, and his senses were temporarily lost. When he came back to his senses, the winter wind was blowing in his face…he had fallen onto the grassy ground of the real world.
He hated this damn spatial trick.
Suppressing the dizziness, Fu Sang gripped his knife and tried to get up to settle the score with Red Hair, but before he could, he heard Chen Wuyue’s voice:
“Wait!!”
With that, Chen Wuyue hurried over to help Fu Sang up, hastily explaining:
“I’m really sorry. There might be a misunderstanding here. He’s not a demon. He’s my fellow apprentice brother. I don’t know why he’s here, but I’m really sorry. Could you please let this little troublemaker go first…”
“Fellow apprentice brother?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“The fellow apprentice brother still has to die.”
“?!”
“…Damn, there’s a madman here!!”
While Chen Wuyue was talking to Fu Sang, the “fellow apprentice brother” finally managed to pull the blood thread off his mouth:
“Sure, I hit you with stones first, but I didn’t actually hit you! You pull a knife on me and try to kill me right away?! That’s not fair! Damn it, untie me, let’s have a fair fight! I don’t believe…!”
“Yu Du!”
Chen Wuyue interrupted him.
She strode over and slapped the back of his head:
“You hurt someone! Apologize!”
Although brief, she had indeed caught a glimpse of the new wounds under Fu Sang’s sleeve.
“Oh… so you got hurt? No wonder you’re mad, but even if you’re mad, you can’t just go for my life, right? I didn’t mean to hurt you either, and I didn’t intend to kill you…” The red-haired boy’s voice dropped, his arrogance instantly deflated.
After mumbling, he bent in a bow to Fu Sang. Though he looked sloppy, his posture was still somewhat respectful, “I’m really sorry. I was just trying to play around with you guys. I didn’t think it would end up hurting you. I’m sorry…!”
His voice dragged on forever, almost flying off into the distance.
Chen Wuyue looked like a parent apologizing for a bratty child, staring pitifully at Fu Sang, hoping he would be satisfied. Her smile was both bitter and strained.
Fu Sang frowned slightly.
Killing someone in that small space wouldn’t land him in jail, but outside was a different story.
Besides, he still had an unresolved karmic connection with Chen Wuyue, and this kid was connected to her. Making things too ugly would be troublesome.
With that in mind, he weighed the options between swallowing his pride for future gain versus causing a huge scene right there…eventually, he mercifully formed a seal and withdrew his blood threads.
Yu Du was finally free and stretched exaggeratedly.
He looked about fifteen or sixteen. He was not very tall, and was quite thin, wearing only a black hoodie. His hair was dyed a bright red, sticking out in messy tufts. His eyes were exceptionally large and bright, and when he smiled, a mouthful of sharp, shark-like teeth was visible.
As he stretched, the hem of his hoodie rose, revealing a slingshot hanging from his belt, swaying back and forth, probably the weapon he’d used to shoot those stones.
Fu Sang looked him up and down.
He hated kids.
And he needed to make one thing clear to this kid:
“I don’t accept your apology. The one you hurt was my pet.”
He lifted his chin: “So, apologize to my ghost.”
