Chapter 74: Three Days of Teaching

Wen Shuhua didn’t understand why, but he could also feel the low pressure around Xiu, breaking out in a cold sweat for a moment.

His thinking was still stuck at the stage where Xiu cut him in half with a sword for Wen Chu, and he laughed dryly and echoed: “Haha… Yes, my brother has been smart since childhood…”

Watching Xiu’s face becoming increasingly colder, Wen Shuhua finally didn’t say the last word.

What on earth was going on?

Wen Shuhua really didn’t want to provoke this moody ominous star anymore, and immediately said: “I suddenly remembered that my wife’s dog is about to give birth, so I’ll take a step first?”

Xiu didn’t give him a look, just nodded.

Wen Shuhua felt as if he had been granted amnesty and slipped away immediately.

Only Wen Chu and Xiu, who was standing against the wall, were left in this courtyard.

Wen Chu looked at the books scattered all over the floor, looking cowardly: “Sir, did you accidentally step on the core? Sorry, I didn’t pay attention.”

Xiu lowered his eyes and saw that there was a half-eaten green apple on the ground.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that before he came, Wen Chu should have been shrinking in the corner of this small dark room, pitifully gnawing on an apple.

Xiu took a deep breath and suppressed the anger that had just surged up.

He said: “En.”

It was considered acquiescence to Wen Chu’s statement.

Seeing that Xiu didn’t find anything strange, Wen Chu also breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately bent down to pick up the core and carefully put it aside, ready to throw it away later, and started to tidy up the books all over the floor.

“Sir, these books are too heavy. Just let me move them in the future.”

The iron chains on Wen Chu’s wrists rattled, causing Xiu to lower his eyes and stare at his wrists.

Just as Wen Chu piled up the first stack of books, he heard a light sigh from Xiu.

Xiu knelt halfway directly in front of him and said, “Reach out.”

Wen Chu immediately put down the book in his hand and obediently offered both hands.

Xiu took out a key from his pocket.

Click—

The heavy handcuffs opened at the sound, and Wen Chu’s hands finally gained freedom.

Without the restraint of the handcuffs, Wen Chu’s power also surged a large section.

He felt his degree of control over the illusion also increased accordingly.

Before, controlling this courtyard was barely manageable, and he couldn’t even cover the Ghost Qi he left on Xiu, only barely managing to prevent others from noticing the abnormality on Xiu.

Now Wen Chu could even use his power recklessly to make Wen Shuhua, who fled in a hurry, trip over a stone and fall flat on his face.

Wen Chu’s eyes darkened a bit.

If he wanted, he could even rewrite the rules he had just set now and keep Xiu in this small courtyard.

Time in the illusion was frozen. Xiu fooling around with him here wouldn’t affect Xiu saving the world after returning to reality.

Although he couldn’t get any lifespan, he could be with Xiu for a very, very long time.

In the damp and cold hut, in the corner untouched by sunlight, darkness began to spread and surge.

Blood color spread bit by bit on the floor, seemingly hesitating whether to drop new rules on the wall.

Xiu acted as if he hadn’t seen the strange changes in the room, expressionlessly taking out a small white porcelain bottle.

He lowered his head and bit open the cork, holding the cork in his mouth, grabbing Wen Chu’s wrist with one hand, and carefully pouring the medicinal powder on the wound on Wen Chu’s wrist with the other.

Wen Chu paused.

The spreading darkness also stopped abruptly.

Xiu bit the cork and said vaguely: “This is medicine from your family’s warehouse… it should be quite good. I saw only this bottle.”

Wen Chu didn’t speak, watching quietly as Xiu lowered his head to apply medicine to him.

The tassel earring swayed gently against the other’s side face, reminding Wen Chu of the action of Xiu tying the copper coin bracelet for him on the day they first met.

But because they were in an illusion, his wrist was now empty, with only scars.

The phone hanging around his neck was gone too.

Xiu’s earring should be some kind of natal magical artifact, which was why it could be brought into the illusion.

Wen Chu said softly: “Xiu…”

Xiu finished applying the medicine for him and was putting the cork back. Hearing this, he looked up at him: “Hmm?”

Wen Chu looked at him hesitantly: “You said you wouldn’t hit me and would teach me well, right?”

“Of course.” Xiu raised his eyebrows. “Do I look like someone who goes back on his word?”

Wen Chu shook his head slowly: “No.”

Xiu patted his head: “Then isn’t that enough? Why always put on such a pitiful look? I won’t eat you.”

He was patted on the head again.

Wen Chu pursed his lips, and the dense black Qi behind him retreated a bit more.

To this day, he was no longer that little jellyfish who couldn’t even speak clearly.

Wen Chu could clearly know that he was different from normal people.

Xiu’s share in his world was large to an exaggerated extent, and his dependence and possessiveness towards Xiu were also very abnormal.

Even knowing that it was almost impossible for him and Xiu, as long as there was a chance to keep Xiu in captivity, he couldn’t help wanting to do it.

Just like in the last world, because he coveted that bit of Xiu’s tenderness, he insisted on staying for nearly a hundred years.

He really wanted to be with Xiu.

He really wanted Xiu to love him.

In any way possible, playing pitiful, forcefully snatching, mating until laying eggs… he had been trying to explore.

It was just that playing pitiful could only bring the favorability to 90, and forcefully snatching made him afraid Xiu would lay a hand on him.

In the end, it became this awkward state. Wen Chu forced himself into a desperate situation.

“I…” Wen Chu opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

Act coquettishly to Xiu and say he wants to be with him? Or make Xiu promise never to leave him again?

Under the premise of identity in this world, and on top of his lies, these words seemed so pale and powerless.

Like an illusory sandcastle, once out of the illusion, a gentle push would make it all collapse.

Finally, Wen Chu said: “Then make a pinky promise with me, you can’t lie to me.”

“…Childish.”

As Xiu spoke, he helplessly extended his little finger and hooked Wen Chu’s hand: “Come, pinky promise, no change for a hundred years.”

Wen Chu stared at the red mark on Xiu’s ring finger and unconsciously bit his lower lip: “You are not allowed to change.”

Don’t just remember to raise him.

Also remember… to love him a little.

After making the pinky promise with him, the servants happened to send the bookshelf over, so Xiu accompanied him to tidy up the books all over the floor.

Wen Chu looked at the bookshelf that suddenly appeared in the room, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Xiu was obviously absent-minded, looking at his obviously pregnant belly for a while, and then at him for a while.

Finally, it was Xiu who spoke first: “I’ll go have someone prepare dinner for you. You read books by yourself for a while first.”

Wen Chu nodded obediently.

Xiu walked out of the courtyard quickly.

It wasn’t until he closed the courtyard door and confirmed that Wen Chu couldn’t see him at all that Xiu punched the wall beside him hard.

He held his lower abdomen, looking at the setting sun in front of him.

“What am I doing…”

He had clearly quickly investigated Wen Chu’s main storyline. Next, as long as he finished browsing the Wen family’s files and took Wen Chu to escape the fate of becoming the Formation Eye, Wen Chu’s resentment should dissipate, and the illusion should end.

This ghost was stupid to death. Tested by him, he panicked and admitted making him pregnant.

He should interrogate Wen Chu, make Wen Chu remove the messy curses on him, and then directly take Wen Chu away.

What was he doing now?

Playing house with Wen Chu?

Unable to see Wen Chu’s pitiful little face, Xiu’s reason returned. He immediately wanted to go back and make it clear to Wen Chu.

But before he turned around, the green apple rolling on the ground and the heavy handcuffs on Wen Chu’s hand appeared before Xiu’s eyes again.

Xiu’s turning movement stopped.

…Forget it.

A complex and tangled look flashed in Xiu’s eyes.

He really didn’t want to leave so quickly.

Even if it was fake, he didn’t want to watch Wen Chu suffer grievances like this.

At least let Wen Chu heal his injuries, eat his fill, and cut through everyone in the Wen family first.

As for the pregnancy—anyway, it was an illusion. What if he had a wet dream of being fucked and conceived a ghost fetus?

Xiu struggled for a moment, then made up his mind and strode away.

“Anyway, it doesn’t affect movement, let him be happy.”

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On the other side.

Wen Chu was staring at the bookshelf in the room in a daze.

He was no stranger to bookshelves. Xiu in the last world left him a bookshelf of books.

It was just that the development of arts and sciences in that world was unbalanced. Philosophy, literature, and history were almost non-existent. What Xiu prepared for him were all books on mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology.

No lengthy definitions, meanings, influences, only simple and brutal problems and how to solve them.

Therefore, now, looking at books like “Three Hundred Tang Poems”, “Outline of Modern History”, and “The Republic” on the bookshelf, Wen Chu was rarely a bit confused.

“What are these for?” He couldn’t help asking the system. “How to use them after reading?”

Why couldn’t the use of the books be seen from the titles at all?

System: 【These books have no practicality. They probably won’t be of any use after reading.】

Wen Chu: ?

Wen Chu was puzzled: “Then what should I learn?”

He was used to the mode of learning a piece of knowledge to solve a problem. Hearing the system say this, he was even more confused.

The system sighed: 【There’s too much for you to learn. Just read the books properly. Although there is no practical use…】

【But their usefulness should be much greater than the math, physics, and chemistry you learned.】

It was also its problem. It reflected that it was its first time raising a child, and it turned the child into a partial-subject monster.

If Wen Chu had power but no thoughts, what was the difference between him and those researchers who modified Wen Chu?

Wen Chu didn’t understand but was obedient. He casually pulled out “Three Hundred Poems” from the bookshelf, sat on the ground, and read slowly.

Xiu probably moved the entire Wen family’s library from enlightenment to advanced level. The “Three Hundred Poems” Wen Chu took was a version with analysis and notes, and there was also an introduction to the poet’s life below.

Wen Chu had a very good memory, almost photographic, so he flipped through it quickly.

Flipping and flipping, his speed slowed down.

His expression began to turn serious, reading word by word to understand the sentences instead of simply memorizing them.

“…Alive, I shall return; dead, I shall forever yearn.”

Wen Chu read aloud.

His expression fluctuated: “Did someone think like this so many years ago?”

The system, which had never participated in his education, explained unprecedentedly: 【This was written by the poet to his wife when he was about to go on an expedition. It means that as long as he is still alive, he will definitely come back, and if he dies, he will miss her forever. Actually, it’s not quite the same as you.】

【But emotions are common.】

【Wen Chu, you are not a monster, but a person. Human emotions vary in intensity. Extremely intense emotions also exist. Perhaps millions of people once had the same feelings as you.】

Wen Chu’s eyelashes trembled.

The system’s voice was very light: 【So, don’t hide your emotions, don’t feel sorry for yourself because of your uniqueness.】

【You are special, but not lonely, and certainly not a monster.】

【Reading books is for you to see other people’s thoughts, and then think about who you are, living soberly rather than relying on instinct in a muddle.】

Wen Chu understood partially, clenched the book in his hand, and curled up beside the bookshelf.

His voice was muffled: “But I’m so sad… Is this also a process of thinking?”

At first, even if Xiu didn’t like him, he wouldn’t be sad.

As long as he ate his fill and earned enough lifespan, he was happy.

The system paused.

System: 【Pain is a necessary path for everyone to know themselves. You are not an animal with only instincts; you are a person with complex emotions.】

【Only humans think, and only thinking is accompanied by pain.】

Books, experiences, death, and love were all pushing Wen Chu forward to know this world.

From objective to subjective.

Filling him, giving him emotions.

Turning him from a dummy acting on instinct into a person who now rises with possessiveness and then retracts it.

Wen Chu was silent for a moment and continued to flip through the book.

He didn’t fully understand, but he always listened to Xiu.

He chose to continue reading.

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After saying such a long paragraph, the system didn’t interfere with Wen Chu’s study anymore.

In the following days, Wen Chu read books, and Xiu interpreted them for him word by word.

Perhaps due to the world setting, Xiu, as the preparatory president of the Exorcist Association, had sufficient reserves in literature. No matter what book it was, he could explain it eloquently.

Wen Chu had a very good memory but struggled a bit to understand, and his literary common sense was outrageously poor.

Teaching such a student gave the most sense of accomplishment. Xiu originally taught Wen Chu with the mentality of compensating the little pitiful, but as he taught, he became serious himself.

Three days passed in a flash. Wen Chu memorized more than three thousand poems, a whole book of literary common sense, a dictionary of idioms, and an outline of modern history.

He actually calmed down and studied with Xiu for three days without causing any trouble.

However—

Wen Chu glanced at Xiu, who changed three postures within ten minutes, calmly holding his slightly more bulging belly.

Xiu himself seemed not quite adapted.

Xiu was indeed not quite adapted.

The continuously swelling belly was pressing on his sensitive points all the time. Even if the child in his lower abdomen hadn’t moved for these three days, he felt uncomfortable even with slightly larger movements occasionally.

However, both front and back were blocked tightly. He didn’t even have a way to vent and could only endure.

Accumulating more and more, Xiu was almost at a critical point now.

Even the friction of clothes made him feel restless.

Xiu clenched his fists, wanting to ask Wen Chu to release him for the umpteenth time, but was embarrassed to say it, finally holding back forcibly.

Fortunately, there was no need for the cycle of grains (bathroom needs) in the illusion.

Otherwise, Xiu would probably tremble all over and ask Wen Chu to release him on the second day.

Xiu didn’t say it, so Wen Chu pretended not to know, relying on the fact that he wouldn’t break in the illusion, appreciating Xiu’s posture with interest.

Thinking was thinking, bullying Xiu was bullying Xiu.

Xiu bullied him so many times; he kept it all on the account.

Wen Chu sat at the brand-new desk in the room. Behind him was the new window Xiu ordered the servants to make.

The room was bright. Wen Chu held the pen and seriously wrote the last line.

【In the sky, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on the earth, we wish to be branches tied together. The heavens and earth may endure for a time, but this sorrow is endless and has no period.】

His handwriting had improved a lot. Although it couldn’t compare with the strength and style Xiu practiced with a soft brush since childhood, it could be seen as legible handwriting.

“Finished writing from memory, Sir.”

Wen Chu gave the poem he wrote from memory to Xiu.

Xiu reached out to take it. Such an action caused a wave of numbness and tremor from his muscles to his scalp again.

He ate and slept with Wen Chu these few days. Last night, he took a peek while Wen Chu wasn’t paying attention; it was already purple there.

Xiu felt that if he was blocked for a few more days, maybe he wouldn’t be able to use it in the future.

Fortunately, Wen Chu’s sister was coming back today. He had also turned the history of the Wen family upside down these days and would soon complete the task and leave.

Xiu glanced at it and circled a few typos with cinnabar: “Copy the wrong sentences three times. That’s it for today.”

“Okay.” Wen Chu agreed.

The wound medicine Xiu brought was the best. Even the scar on the wrist he exposed was almost invisible.

Xiu looked at Wen Chu and said deliberately: “Do you know… you are the divine spirit invited by Master and Madam Wen?”

Wen Chu nodded.

He saw this part of the story in that bone flute.

Xiu told the information he investigated these days in one breath: “Wen Shuhua didn’t know about this. He was jealous that you were favored since birth, and even cut off his arm, making him live with a prosthetic limb. Therefore, he secretly harmed Master Wen, put you under house arrest, and abused you in the name of teaching.”

“He invited me now because the Exorcist Conference is convening. He found that your horoscope perfectly matches the requirements of the Formation Eye and wants to push you out to be the Formation Eye to exchange for benefits for the Wen family.”

Wen Chu listened quietly and waited until Xiu stopped talking before saying: “I know.”

Seeing his calm face, Xiu was puzzled, but continued: “So I want to take you to escape from the Wen family. According to the plot, your sister returns home today. I’ll take you to ask her for help, and you can escape the fate of becoming the Formation Eye.”

Wen Chu actually didn’t care if he would become the Formation Eye, but since this was what Xiu wanted to do and should be related to the steps of cracking the illusion, he cooperated obediently: “Okay.”

Xiu didn’t expect Wen Chu to be so cooperative. He breathed a sigh of relief and promised: “After getting out, I will ensure your safety.”

He hacked Master Wen and Wen Shuhua back and forth more than ten times these days, learned the location of the great array and the method of setting up the array from their mouths, and already had a general plan to protect Wen Chu after getting out.

Wen Chu only thought Xiu was going through the plot with an NPC, curving his eyes and smiling: “Okay.”

“Dong dong.”

While talking, the door was knocked.

Xiaoyu said outside: “Little Young Master, the Eldest Young Mistress is back and invites you to gather in the front hall.”

“Let’s go.” Xiu got up.

His heavy lower abdomen sank a bit with the movement of getting up. Xiu stumbled when getting up.

Wen Chu stood up silently and supported his waist.

Xiu’s waist muscles tightened instantly, blushing from his neck to his earlobes. His thighs trembled, looking like he went through another round of unreleased pleasure inside.

Wen Chu curved his eyes, reaching out seemingly inadvertently to stroke Xiu’s soft lower abdomen: “Sir seems to have gained some weight recently.”

Xiu glared at him. The exorcist who could kill with eye daggers had no deterrent power at this moment, almost kneaded into a puddle of spring water by Wen Chu.

He was really going to suffocate from holding back.

Xiu gritted his teeth and thought, after getting out, after the ghost fetus left, he must catch this lecherous ghost Wen Chu for ideological education.

How old was he? Where did he learn all this messy stuff?

Wen Chu looked back at Xiu innocently, making Xiu unable to even ask questions.

It will be fine after getting out.

Xiu took a deep breath, tried to control himself, accompanied Wen Chu to push the door open, and followed Xiaoyu to the front hall.

Once walking, the physical reaction became more obvious.

To divert attention, Xiu chatted with Wen Chu: “What do you want to eat after getting out? I’ll have someone make it for you.”

Wen Chu thought for a while: “Anything is fine?”

Xiu raised his eyebrows.

About to escape the fate of becoming the Formation Eye, why did he feel Wen Chu wasn’t excited at all?

But according to the task given at the beginning, one to explore the Wen family’s secrets, and one to let the Little Young Master survive until adulthood, didn’t both point to the resentment of Wen Chu becoming the Formation Eye?

Except for being betrayed by his family to become the Formation Eye, Wen Chu shouldn’t have greater resentment?

Xiu suspected his speculation, but finally chose to believe the news he got by repeatedly killing Wen Shuhua more than ten times with a sword.

It should be just that the little idiot doesn’t know he can run away soon.

Thinking this, Xiu came to the front hall with Wen Chu all the way.

A bright and beautiful woman was already sitting in the front hall, chatting happily with Wen Shuhua.

It was Wen Chu’s married sister, Wen Yan.

Seeing Wen Yan and Wen Shuhua so familiar, Xiu frowned imperceptibly.

Wen Chu didn’t look surprised, stood still at the door, and bowed respectfully: “Brother, Sister.”

Wen Yan waved to Wen Chu with a smile: “Little brother, long time no see. Eldest Brother, let me talk to Little Brother alone for a while?”

Wen Shuhua waved his hand and withdrew. Due to the established plot of the illusion, he couldn’t do much, only looking at Xiu with a resentful and afraid look when leaving.

Wen Yan also looked at Xiu: “Is this Little Brother’s teacher? We siblings want to say something in private.”

Meaning to let Xiu avoid.

Xiu glanced at Wen Chu, and Wen Chu silently tightened his grip on his hand.

Xiu understood.

Xiu pulled out the sword he took from the Wen family warehouse directly.

Wen Yan: …

The smile on Wen Yan’s face froze. Remembering Wen Shuhua’s tearful accusation of how Xiu inhumanely beheaded him several times just now, she immediately changed her words: “Sir, listen together too.”

Xiu withdrew his sword expressionlessly, holding Wen Chu’s hand and walking forward.

Wen Chu sat in the position where Wen Shuhua was just now. Xiu stood behind him, like a loyal guard with a sword.

Wen Yan had chickened out.

But with the force majeure of the illusion plot, she could only bite the bullet and speak: “Little Brother, you also know that Sister didn’t live well after getting married. That kid from the Zhang family mistreated me, my mother-in-law tormented me, and now that Father is ill, they intensified, wanting to push my only son to assist the Reincarnation Great Array.”

“Pity my son, only as old as you, has to take on this narrow escape from death.”

As Wen Yan spoke, she took out a handkerchief to wipe away tears that didn’t exist at the corner of her eyes.

Wen Chu was cold: “Sister, please speak. Is there anything I can help with?”

Wen Yan stopped pretending to cry instantly and smiled: “Little Brother, I heard that the Exorcist Association detected that you are a born genius for cultivation with excellent bones. Unless unexpected, you are the candidate for the Formation Eye. So I want to ask you to spare a little bone to help Sister.”

Wen Yan gestured: “Just a small section, your thoracic vertebra from the back of your heart. Hanging it on my son can make the array avoid my son when completed, saving his life.”

Xiu was completely stunned.

Thoracic vertebra from the back of the heart—wasn’t this the bone flute in Wen Yaozu’s hand?

Wen Yan actually didn’t come to save Wen Chu?

Wen Chu wasn’t surprised.

As early as entering the illusion, his memory slowly recovered.

He said softly: “Okay, only I have a condition.”

Wen Yan hurriedly said: “What?”

Wen Chu looked up at Wen Yan according to Xiu’s instructions: “I want you to take me away from the Wen family.”

Really strange, why would Xiu think Wen Yan, a married-out daughter, would save him?

Wen Chu couldn’t figure it out.

He didn’t understand Xiu’s thoughts, just did as told.

However, he remembered why the eight-year-old “Wen Chu” made such a request.

At that time, Wen Chu had just been punished to kneel by the teacher invited by Wen Shuhua. With ruler marks all over his body, he was tremblingly supported over by Xiaoyu, who was crying snot and tears.

As soon as Wen Yan saw him, tears fell. She hugged him, asked about his well-being, asked if it hurt or if he was hungry, and stuffed him with a piece of pastry.

Wen Chu had no impression of this sister who married early.

But the sister looked thirty percent like his father, reminding him of his father who often held him before falling ill.

Wen Chu tried hard to swallow the choking pastry.

The stomach that hadn’t eaten for a long time began to churn because of such sudden eating. Wen Chu carefully said to the sister in front of him: “I can give you the bone, but can you… take me out?”

He was so hungry, in so much pain.

After he became the Formation Eye, the Wen family members who violated the oath would definitely not be reincarnated forever.

Wen Chu didn’t intend to harm anyone. He wanted to find a place to die himself.

Wen Yan’s appearance and Wen Yan’s gentleness towards him made Wen Chu firmer in his thoughts.

Wen Yan’s eyes moved, and then said:

“Okay, but you have to give me your thoracic vertebra first. Come find me here at midnight tonight.”

Wen Yan’s voice in memory overlapped with her current voice.

Wen Chu thought, the eight-year-old “Wen Chu” was so stupid.

Tricked just like that.

He was different. He did this to cooperate with Xiu’s plan.

Thinking this, Wen Chu extended his hand to the dazed Xiu.

“Xiu, lend me your sword for a moment.”

Dissecting bone needs a knife.

By the way, do ghosts have bones in their bodies?