“The deceased is named Liu Cairui, twenty-one years old, a third-year accounting major at Jinhai College of Arts and Sciences. The university’s exams have come to an end, and given that the Miao village tourism photography here is quite distinctive, it’s true that quite a few young students have been attracted here.”
“Liu Cairui and his girlfriend Wu Wen set out from Jinhai three days ago and arrived at the Miao village two days ago, booking a three-night king-size bed room at Linzhu Cottage. Originally, they had booked Room 211, which is across from Room 206, but last night there was a problem with the plumbing in Room 211, so the owner switched their room to Room 206. Liu Cairui stayed one night in Room 206 but didn’t check out the next morning. The cleaner couldn’t open the door, and the owner was also in a hurry to clear the room. Miss Huo happened to pass by and saw this. Feeling something was off, she suggested that the owner use the key card to open the door and check inside, which is when they discovered Liu Cairui’s body, dead from poisoning. Is that correct?”
The police officer responsible for liaising with Chen Wuyue was surnamed Li, a middle-aged woman with a sharp and capable appearance.
Although she was an ordinary person, she had received professional training in this area and had been in the field for many years, so she was long accustomed to these sorts of demons, ghosts, and extraordinary individuals.
“You said the deceased came traveling with his girlfriend? Where is that girl now?” Chen Wuyue asked.
“I was just getting to that.” Officer Li nodded:
“Last night, that is, the night of January 5th, the young couple had an argument in their room. Young people tend to lose their tempers easily, and it’s normal to have some unpleasantness and minor friction during a trip. The two came back with sour expressions and were ignoring each other. After returning to the room, the girl went into the bathroom alone to take a shower and discovered that there was a problem with the room’s plumbing.”
“This matter became the spark for all their conflicts. The two had a huge fight over this, even disturbing the neighboring guests and the owner. The owner, Ma, came up to mediate, switched their room, and compensated them for one night’s room fee.”
“But the young couple didn’t reconcile. Wu Wen packed her things and left with her suitcase, and Liu Cairui didn’t go after her, moving into Room 206 by himself and staying the night. As for Wu Wen, we found her. She’s been staying at Xingxing Inn, which is three hundred meters in a straight line from Linzhu Cottage.
“The girl had booked a high-speed train ticket for this afternoon to go straight home, but then she received news of Liu Cairui’s death. She’s not in a good emotional state right now, has been crying after being questioned, and is currently accompanied by a female officer waiting for her parents to arrive. Do you want to see her?”
“No.” Chen Wuyue shook her head: “This matter probably has nothing to do with her.”
“Mm, I know. Anyway, that’s all the information we’ve gathered so far. Is there anything else you’d like to know?”
“Yes. What exactly was the issue with the plumbing in Room 211?”
Chen Wuyue noticed that this problematic “plumbing” seemed to have quietly connected the entire incident.
“Oh. The guest house owner said the floor drain pipe was clogged, so the water in the bathroom wouldn’t drain. It was too late when they discovered it yesterday, so they didn’t call a repairman until this morning. And here’s something interesting…after the repairman checked this morning, he found the pipe was completely fine, and the water was draining normally without any blockage at all, so no one knows what exactly went wrong last night.”
Listening to Officer Li, Chen Wuyue frowned.
If she remembered correctly, Yu Du had checked Room 206, saying that the Gu demon’s spiritual traces began at the bathroom doorway.
Gu demons are essentially insects, and it’s not surprising that it could burrow into pipes to hide.
“Did the Spirit Supervision Bureau tell you that this case is very likely connected to a murder case from several months ago?”
Officer Li thought for a moment:
“You mean the case of the bookstore owner in Chuanning Province? I received the case file. But from what I can see, I don’t think these two cases have anything in common.”
Investigators from the Spirit Supervision Bureau are responsible for apprehending the demons and ghosts that cause disturbances. In cases like this, tasks such as evidence collection and investigation are mostly handled by the police, after all, professional matters should be left to professionals.
“The bookstore owner was a forty-five-year-old middle-aged man, mild-mannered, and had never left Chuanning in his entire life. The autopsy report stated that he had strangulation marks on his neck and died of asphyxiation, nothing to do with poison at all. The deceased in the two cases had no connection whatsoever, with not a single similarity besides their gender. The killer’s methods of operation are also completely different, so they don’t meet the criteria for a serial murder case. From the perspective of an ordinary person like myself, I don’t understand why these two cases are being linked together.”
“Then again… Demons are different from humans after all, and the theories I’ve learned don’t apply to them.”
“Alright, I understand. Thank you.”
After thanking Officer Li, Chen Wuyue saw her off and returned to the crime scene in Room 206 with Huo Wei.
Liu Cairui’s body had already been removed and handed over to the Spirit Supervision Bureau’s forensic examiner. The room where the incident occurred was now empty. After confirming that the perpetrator was indeed a demon spirit, the investigative authority was formally transferred to Chen Wuyue.
“Chen San, I have a question.” Huo Wei had been listening to Chen Wuyue and Officer Li’s conversation the whole time, and had accumulated quite a few doubts:
“According to the police, the cases of the college student and the bookstore owner have no connection whatsoever. So how can you be sure that the perpetrator of these two cases is the same demon?”
“Because one of my abilities is ‘tracking’.”
Chen Wuyue’s reasoning was very straightforward, “Through the spiritual traces left at the bookstore crime scene, I placed a mark on the demon spirit involved. As long as he appears in the human realm, I can sense his location. But the other party is too cunning, very skilled at escaping, and can frequently travel between the Outer and Inner worlds without leaving a trace. I chased him for several months, all the way here, but still couldn’t stop him from committing another crime.”
“Then what made you suspect the underworld spirit? You can’t even see underworld spirits.” This was also something Huo Wei had been curious about for a long time.
“You asked the same question as Fu Sang.”
It was just that Chen Wuyue hadn’t had the chance to explain to Fu Sang at the time:
“I once saw that demon from afar in the Mystic Realm. The situation was very strange. Clearly, the aura I sensed and all the evidence I had pointed to the demon spirit acting alone, I saw two figures.”
“It was too far away, and I couldn’t really make out any details. I could only tell from their figures that the demon spirit had taken male form, and he was carrying someone on his back, a woman.”
“But the fact is, aside from this Gu demon, I never detected any other spiritual traces or auras of demon spirits from start to finish. That means that the woman was not a demon, and I was also very sure she was not human. That left only one possibility…”
“She was a ghost.”
….
“Tap!”
Blood dripped onto the wooden floor, making a very faint sound.
Fu Sang’s five fingers were wrapped in blood threads, the ends of the five blood threads disappearing into Yu Du’s waist and abdomen, presumably twisting through him and into something else on the other side.
The opposing force was very strong, and Fu Sang could barely pull on them. The five blood threads were stretched taut, like tightened bowstrings.
The thin threads bit tightly into his fingertips, turning them white, the five threads trembling together with his hand.
“Come out.”
With another pull, the copper wire weighted by the blood threads let out a “ding” sound, overlapping with Yu Du’s scream.
The Gu demon’s will was much stronger than Fu Sang had anticipated…even at this point, it was still locked in a stalemate with him.
Fu Sang took a deep breath.
It felt as though a tremendous force were squeezing both his flesh and his soul, as if it would shatter into powder in the next instant. This kind of pain was not something an ordinary person could endure.
The spell he was using appeared to use Yu Du as a medium, but in reality, it was a trinity…the pain was divided among the three parties, with a tug-of-war between the two outside the medium, with the only question being who would break first and lose.
Seeing that the Gu demon was still holding on, Fu Sang gritted his teeth and was about to increase the pressure, but just as he was preparing to push the silver bell to its limit, a slightly cool hand gently covered his, slowly exerting force, and actually helped him pull the blood threads backward bit by bit.
It vaguely resembled the gesture of interlocking ten fingers.
Fu Sang was slightly stunned.
But he quickly came back to his senses, using the borrowed strength to completely drive the Gu demon out of its hiding place!
“Ah!!!”
The scream nearly pierced through the roof. Bulging veins crawled from Yu Du’s neck all the way to his temples. The next moment, the space in front of him violently tore open, and a black multi-legged insect, as long as an adult’s forearm, flew out of the spatial rift and was slammed against the wall by the blood threads.
The tug-of-war was over, and the physical and spiritual pain suddenly lessened. Fu Sang slowly let out a breath.
He opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes already tinged with red from the bloody tears.
Yu Du collapsed limply to the ground, motionless, most likely having fainted from the extreme pain.
Fu Sang glanced at him but didn’t pay him much attention.
He stood up from the ground, looking down at the insect on the floor.
This insect really did look strange, like a short version of a centipede, yet also somewhat like a long version of a sow bug. It was flipped over on the ground, struggling and letting out piercing cries.
Fu Sang moved his fingers, using the blood threads to bind the insect securely.
Then, he reached out toward it, trying to take the doll that was tightly bound to its body.
On seeing this, the insect reacted strongly.
It struggled violently, and with the movement, its body rapidly began to transform…the short, numerous insect legs fused and lengthened, the segmented insect body, resembling a shoe sole, differentiated into a clear head and torso, and it changed from an insect into a human.
The Gu demon’s human form was a youth who looked at most nineteen years old. His clothes were tattered, but from their style, one could vaguely tell that they were Miao-style clothing. Beneath his shoulder-length black hair was a pale face. Overall, he did look somewhat human…it was just that his not-so-large face had a full four eyes.
One pair of eyes was positioned and sized the same as a normal human’s, but beyond that pair, there were two smaller eyes set at the outer upper corners of the eye sockets. All four eyes had no whites, with their interiors a deep black-purple.
Fu Sang narrowed his eyes slightly.
This was not because of the unusual features on the Gu demon’s body after it transformed into human form, but rather because, after it took form, an extra person had appeared on its back out of thin air.
When the Gu demon was still an insect, Fu Sang had already seen that it was bound with two different types of thin ropes, which messily fastened a small doll to its back, carrying it wherever it went.
Now that the Gu demon had become human, the doll on its back hadn’t changed, only that now, there was a woman on top of the doll.
The woman was also dressed in Miao style. She was lying limply on the youth’s back as if unconscious, her long hair hanging down, obscuring her face.
Most importantly, she had no physical body…her form was slightly translucent.
She was a spirit.
She was a ghost.
She was the owner of the residual yin energy in the room.
Fu Sang raised his hand and touched the back of his own neck, tilting his head to slowly roll it.
He was considering how to handle this demon and this ghost.
This Gu demon’s situation was different from Wu Renmei’s.
Wu Renmei had never harmed anyone, so she carried no “karma” on her. If Fu Sang asked her for something, he would have to bear a karmic debt unless she willingly gave it.
But this Gu demon had killed people and already bore “karma”. Fu Sang had also come from that “karma,” so what he was doing now was called eliminating evil for the people. Directly taking the doll was called disarming, and killing before taking was called spoils of war. No matter what Fusang did, the Gu demon’s karma would not fall on his head.
He held the right of execution without needing to consider consequences.
This made him feel relaxed and pleased.
“He was bitten by your bug. Detoxify him.”
Fu Sang raised his chin and used his gaze to gesture at Yu Du, who was slumped to the side.
Even after transforming from a bug into a human, the Gu demon’s four limbs were still firmly restricted by the blood threads, completely unable to move.
He gritted his teeth, looked at Yu Du, then at Fu Sang, but did not respond.
Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing the demon’s refusal from his expression and body language.
So he raised his hand and curled his fingers, and the five blood threads immediately tightened. The Gu demon’s body trembled violently, and the immense pain caused his throat to emit an inhuman, piercing shriek.
“Ah! I didn’t do anything wrong! I didn’t do anything wrong aaaaa! They deserved to die, they deserved to die, A Ma!! Mama!!!”
The Gu demon mumbled something indistinct, the syllables and cries of pain jumbled together so Fu Sang could not hear clearly.
The Gu demon youth lay on the ground in a twisted posture, like a pitiful worm about to be crushed under a shoe sole.
But his neck was stubbornly raised upward, his pure black-purple main eyes and secondary eyes fixed on Fu Sang’s figure. At a certain moment, his body suddenly convulsed, and his four eyes widened abruptly!
The blood threads tightened again.
Fu Sang narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that this demon might still have a backup plan, and could not help but feel more vigilant.
But to his surprise, after a few moments, it was not the Gu demon itself that made a move.
Instead, it was the female ghost behind him, that had been lying limply on him as if unconscious the entire time.
It was as if some part had suddenly slid into the last designated gap, and everything began to operate slowly.
The female ghost tilted her neck, her hanging hair trembling and rustling with her movement.
“Fu Sang,” Qi Changying suddenly spoke, his tone somewhat grave.
“…Let him go.”
This request sounded completely unreasonable to Fu Sang.
He had spent considerable effort to capture the Gu demon, and now Qi Changying wanted him to let him go.
Could it be because he pitifully called out “Mama”?
Due to his disapproval of the holy father type, Fu Sang did not immediately adopt Qi Changying’s suggestion. He waited for Qi Changying to give him a justifiable reason.
“…This ghost has a problem. The smell on her is very bad! And it’s getting worse…”
If it was just a bit of suspicion and premonition a moment ago, Qi Changying spoke rapidly as he realized the crux of the problem. And before he could even finish his sentence, he had already rushed toward the female ghost!
At that moment, the female ghost, like a jointed puppet, stiffly and jerkily raised her hand, her black and sharp nails seemingly pointing in Fu Sang’s direction.
But before that, Qi Changying grabbed her wrist and forcefully pressed it down.
The two ghosts silently confronted each other in a deadlock. The female ghost’s hand was suspended, neither rising nor falling, and neither she nor Qi Changying gained the upper hand.
This in itself was an extremely eerie thing.
For a Crimson Evil, not having an overwhelming advantage when facing any other ghost was highly unusual.
The dense yin aura almost exploded, instantly filling every corner of the room.
That extremely dangerous feeling, that dense aura almost condensing into substance…
It was seventh rank.
Fu Sang was very familiar with Qi Changying’s aura, which made him realize almost immediately that this yin energy did not belong to Qi Changying.
This pointed to a very terrifying possibility.
It meant that there was a second Crimson Evil here besides Qi Changying.
Fu Sang heard a burst of laughter.
The voice was sharp and thin, like needles piercing the eardrums, the needle tips scratching the cerebral cortex, bringing a fine, dense pain.
Fu Sang saw the female ghost slowly lift her face from the Gu demon’s shoulder.
Her skin was as white as porcelain, the blood vessels beneath her skin black-purple, her eyes pitch black, and from the corners of her eyes, tears as dark as ink slowly flowed out.
Then, the laughter stopped. She opened her mouth and hummed a low, melodious song.
The song sounded like it was in Miao language; Fu Sang did not understand the meaning of the words.
He rapidly sorted through his thoughts.
Whether in the outer world or the inner world, whether just now or at points further back in time, the aura he had sensed from this female ghost was not strong. It could not even reach second rank; first rank peak was about its limit.
It was impossible for an underworld spirit to jump from first rank to seventh rank in such a short time.
Unless first rank was a disguise, or an external force had granted her enough power to surge to seventh rank.
If Fu Sang had never seen a Crimson Evil before, he might not have been able to accurately judge the situation before him.
But Qi Changying could restrain and even conceal his yin aura from being detected by outsiders. There was no reason for this female ghost to use a first-rank aura to hide when no one knew of her existence.
Moreover, as a true seventh-rank being, Qi Changying possessed a human-like clear intellect and emotions, but the other party did not seem to.
For now, something had merely temporarily endowed her with power comparable to a Crimson Evil.
Fu Sang immediately realized the crux of the problem…
It was that doll.
He reacted extremely quickly. With this thought, the blood thread from his little finger detached from the Gu demon and instead reached toward the doll behind it, wrapping around its neck several times tightly before abruptly yanking it away!
“Crack!”
A teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out.
Several insect legs grew from the Gu demon’s body, actively entangling the blood thread, trying to stop its snatching.
The insect legs were snapped off by the blood thread, and new ones replaced them. The speed of breaking was far slower than the speed of replacement, so just before the doll completely left the Gu demon’s back, his insect legs finally accumulated enough to contend with the blood thread.
The blood thread tightened again. At the same time, the vague song from the female ghost’s mouth reached its end.
As the last syllable fell, Qi Changying’s hand, which had been firmly gripping the female ghost’s wrist, suddenly grasped nothing.
His pupils trembled. He reached out to grab the female ghost’s neck, but his hand passed straight through her body, touching nothing but a wisp of smoke.
Freed from restraint, the female ghost gently cupped her hands around the blood thread on the doll.
At that moment, a chill like an electric current climbed up Fu Sang’s chest.
He saw that the blood thread was gradually turning black from the point where it touched the doll.
In almost the blink of an eye, the entire blood thread changed from bright red to ink black. As the color changed and spread, he felt something ice-cold follow his little finger and burrow into his blood and bones.
The next instant, there was only a very light sound.
The blood thread he had nurtured with his blood for nine hundred days, connected to his mind and capable of being either the hardest or the most pliable, snapped lightly in the middle, like a withered blade of grass.
It felt as if a piece of his soul had been gouged out. Fu Sang’s body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His mind went blank.
The connection with his other four blood threads was severed for an instant as well. Seizing this gap, the Gu demon suddenly exploded into thousands upon thousands of tiny bugs, like a tide of insects, carrying the doll toward the window.
Fu Sang’s vision spun dizzily. It was only when he heard a dull thud that he realized he had fallen to the ground.
“Urgh!”
Something seemed to be traveling through his blood and bones, and Fu Sang forcibly swallowed the half-choked groan that had not yet escaped his lips.
For a moment, his vision went completely black. He couldn’t hear anything, see anything, smell anything, or even make a sound. He could only feel the pain of his flesh and soul burning and melting.
But that process should have been very brief.
Soon, he curled up, and amidst the unrelenting torment, he actually curled his lips into a smile.
Quickly regaining his senses, he propped himself up from the ground, staggered two steps, and stumbled to the window. Without a moment’s hesitation, he held the window frame and leaped down in the direction the Gu demon had fled!
At some point, the sun had set.
The world had dimmed. The clouds blazed like fire on the horizon, and the wind whistled past his ears.
Fu Sang seemed to have become a leaf leaving its branch in the forest, falling silently through the shadows.
The height from the second-floor was nothing compared to the buildings he had jumped from in the past.
He should have reached the bottom very quickly. But under the orange-purple evening sky, he vaguely saw a crack tear open on the ground, and the fleeing insects, carrying the doll, fell into it. At that moment, something seemed to fly out from the insect tide straight toward him.
Fu Sang instinctively caught that thing in his hand. Then, he too crossed space and fell into that stretch of cool ink-blue.
It was water.
After the loud splash as he hit the water, the world suddenly seemed to go quiet.
Fu Sang had no strength to struggle, nor did he want to.
As the oxygen was slowly being drawn from his lungs, he let himself sink deeper and deeper.
It felt as if countless large hands were reaching out from the bottom of the water, dragging him down forcefully.
But in his dazed consciousness, he felt someone grab his wrist and pull him upward with all their might.
So he left the deep water and regained the light of day.
“…You are truly crazy. You jump out of buildings just like that?”
Yu Du had exhausted a great deal of effort to drag Fu Sang out of the water.
He had absolutely no idea what had happened. He only remembered that he had been tricked by Fu Sang and passed out from the pain. He woke up, the first thing he saw was a swarm of bugs crawling over him, which was disgusting. After the bugs finally cleared, Fu Sang strode right over him and jumped down without a word.
Yu Du was instantly jolted awake, quickly opened a spatial rift for a soft landing, and followed close behind, in case this guy could not swim and drowned in the lake.
“Only the second floor. It won’t kill you.” Fu Sang lay on the ground, soaking wet, saying coldly in a hoarse voice.
“The second floor is still very high. It won’t kill you, but breaking an arm or leg would still be very troublesome, alright?”
Yu Du coughed twice, bringing up black blood. He raised his hand to wipe it off, glanced at it, ignored it, silently wiped the blood on his clothes, tilted his head, and collapsed onto the grass by the lake.
“…”
After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Fu Sang asked:
“Where is my ghost?”
“Ugh, I’m about to die from poison, and you’re still only thinking about your ghost.” Yu Du complained.
“If you die, you die, what does that have to do with me?”
Fu Sang got up from the ground, stumbled, and nearly fell again.
After finally steadying himself, he looked up and saw that he didn’t know where he was now, only that the last trace of orange at the edge of the sky was also fading into the darkness.
He saw many specks of light floating on the lake, which merged into a stretch when the wind blew. The plants grew exceptionally tall and lush, and there was no sound of human voices nearby or far away. The small building was covered in moss, quiet as if no one had ever been there.
A moment later, the wind passed again. Even though the temperature in the inner world wasn’t low, being soaked through and then struck by the wind made his whole body cold.
Fu Sang snapped out of his daze, walked over to Yu Du, and lightly kicked his propped-up calf with the tip of his toe:
“Get up, open the space and let me go back.”
“I… Ahem… can’t get up…”
Yu Du coughed, and several more mouthfuls of black blood surged from his throat. Only then did Fu Sang notice that he looked frighteningly pale.
He raised an eyebrow slightly and bent down to check on Yu Du’s condition.
As he reached out, he suddenly realized that he had been unconsciously clenching something in his right hand.
Only now did he open his palm to look.
Lying in his hand was a complete jade-white insect molt.
After a moment’s thought, he pinched Yu Du’s nose and, taking advantage of the moment Yu Du opened his mouth to breathe, simply stuffed the insect molt into his mouth.
“What are you feeding me…ugh…”
Fu Sang covered his mouth, not letting him spit it out, and only spoke after he had swallowed:
“Something thrown out from the pile of insects.”
“No way… something insects threw out? And you want me to eat it? What if it’s shit?!”
“Do you have the leisure to relieve yourself while fleeing for your life?”
“Haven’t you heard of the idiom ‘pissing and shitting in terror’?! That’s when you lose control and let loose because you’re terrified and your soul is flying away, okay!”
“Shut up,” Fu Sang felt a bit disgusted now:
“Anyway, you’re going to die either way, so you might as well gamble that what he threw out is the antidote. You won’t lose anything.”
After saying that, Fu Sang grabbed Yu Du’s arm and hauled him onto his back.
Fortunately, the kid was very light, otherwise he would have just thrown him directly into the lake to feed the fish.
“Open the space, I want my ghost.”
“…How can you exploit a poisoned person like this?”
“Poisoned person?”
“The sick are called patients, the poisoned are called poisoned people.”
“Like this, next time you give your companion a surprise, try to eat the thing first and then spit it out, so you won’t have to be a patient or a poisoned person. If you’re lucky, you’ll directly become a dead person who doesn’t need to be exploited.”
“Ah!”
Yu Du dragged out his voice weakly, truly too weak to argue anymore. He could only hang on Fu Sang and limply snap his fingers.
A spatial rift opened in front of Fu Sang. Stepping inside, they returned to the room where the fierce battle had just taken place.
A figure lay on the ground.
Fu Sang frowned slightly, tossed Yu Du onto the bed, and quickly walked over to check on Qi Changying’s condition.
“Qi Changying?”
The ghost was clearly awake, and was slowly blinking his eyes, but there was no response when his name was called.
Fu Sang knelt down on one knee, raised his hand to hold his face. Only then did Qi Changying seem to feel his presence, responding by lightly grasping his wrist, slowly getting up and kneeling beside him.
With his movement, Fu Sang seemed to suddenly see something. He turned Qi Changying’s face and saw several thick, ink-black lines superimposed over the Ten-Thousand-Deaths-Without-Reincarnation rune on his right cheek.
Fu Sang’s heart tightened, and he silently traced the strokes on his face with his fingers to confirm…
It was a curse inscription.
Combined with Qi Changying’s state, this should be one of the seven most famous curses of the Ghost Festival- the Wuchang Judgment.
The curses of the Ghost Festival were all sinister to the extreme. Taking the Wuchang Judgment as an example, the cursed person would lose their vision, hearing, smell, and voice. In silence and darkness, their soul would slowly be devoured by the curse. Until the moment of complete death, the body and soul would dissolve into a black liquid like ink, leaving behind at the place of death the deceased’s name, date of birth, time of death, and the name of the curser, like some kind of ostentatious death judgment ritual, hence the name Wuchang Judgment.
If Fu Sang remembered correctly, before the blood thread on his little finger broke, it turned black, and something had entered his body along with it.
After that, his world did indeed go dark and silent for an instant, as if all connection between him and the world had been severed, leaving only the sensation of pain sharply clear.
But the feeling was very brief, and everything quickly returned to normal.
It was precisely because of this that he had been able to get up so quickly to chase the insect swarm fleeing out the window.
That said, Qi Changying was a seventh-rank Crimson Evil, and no one could directly curse him.
So, the only possibility was that this ghost had taken it upon itself, relying on the countless intricate connections between them, and somehow, before the curse could take effect and while he wasn’t paying attention, quickly transferred the curse onto itself.
“…”
After realizing this, Fu Sang gritted his teeth, wishing he could refine him right now.
It’s always like this.
He was always taking it upon himself under the guise of doing it for his own good.
No matter how many times he refused, he wouldn’t listen. No matter how many times he emphasized, it was useless.
Where in this world was there such a stubborn saintly ghost?!
Unfortunately, in Qi Changying’s current state, no matter how harshly Fu Sang scolded, he couldn’t hear him.
With nowhere to vent his anger, Fu Sang simply grabbed Qi Changying’s hair, leaned in, and bit his face.
Qi Changying was slightly startled but didn’t struggle.
After letting Fu Sang bite him a few times randomly, feeling that Fu Sang might have calmed down a little, he tentatively reached up to hold Fu Sang’s cheek, and also tentatively leaned in to bite him back.
Unlike Fu Sang’s ferocity, Qi Changying bit very gently, barely touching with the tips of his teeth before letting go.
He let go, but didn’t pull away.
After a moment, he slowly rubbed Fu Sang’s cheek with his fingertip, leaned in again, and pressed his lips against the spot he had bitten.
