Chapter 64: Feeling of Fullness

The little malicious ghost had no physical body; when he bit down, there was no sensation other than a chill on the neck.

Xiu glanced at Wen Chu, who had been gnawing and biting on his neck for a long time without causing any harm, and nodded to Ren Chuanyu: “Then I’ll leave first.”

Ren Chuanyu didn’t try to keep him: “Mn, sorry to trouble you.”

There was a tea break area prepared outside the venue. Many exorcists who knew each other were eating snacks and chatting in the tea break area.

Wen Chu lay on Xiu’s back. When passing the tea break area, his soul was directly hooked by the exquisite and beautiful little cakes on the table.

Xiu was looking down replying to the police message saying he had no time to give a statement, when he felt the coolness on his neck disappear.

Turning his head, Xiu saw the red-clothed malicious ghost drooling over the little cakes.

Xiu: …

Xiu said coldly: “Not tasty, stop looking.”

Wen Chu was unconvinced: “How do you know they’re not tasty?”

Such beautiful cream piping, paper cup packaging, bright colors. Constrained by the Steam Age, Wen Chu had never seen such beautiful cakes.

Xiu didn’t know how to explain the difference between vegetable cream and animal cream to this stupid ghost, so he simply walked up and took a cupcake sprinkled with colorful sugar granules, and carried Wen Chu away as if no one was around under the astonished gazes of the surrounding exorcists.

Wen Chu stared at the cake for a while, then looked away nonchalantly.

Xiu definitely took it for himself to eat.

He doesn’t want to eat the cake Xiu took.

Just wait, he noted it all down, he will definitely take revenge.

To divert attention, Wen Chu started making small talk: “What plan did you discuss in the end?”

Xiu said indifferently: “The Array Eye is bound in a place where heavy Yin gathers. It must be deep in Yin energy and craving Yang energy. Use Yang energy to lure him out, just wait for the rabbit to hit the tree stump.”

Saying this, he glanced at Wen Chu.

This ghost also ate human Yang energy.

However, according to Ren Chuanyu, the Array Eye was the most outstanding genius of the Wen family in five hundred years back then, voluntarily sacrificing himself for the common people. Even after so many years, he still had the ability to escape the Great Array set up by all the exorcists with all their might. His strength shouldn’t be underestimated.

This ghost was so weak, there was no way he could be the Array Eye.

Xiu completely ruled out the possibility that the malicious ghost on his back was the Array Eye.

Wen Chu had a guilty conscience: “Oh.”

He regretted bringing up this topic, racking his brains to change the subject: “Why did you let them deliver that green-clothed malicious ghost? Just to stop them from quarreling?”

By this time, Xiu had carried him to the nearby hotel, stepped into the elevator and pressed the fourth floor, saying calmly: “Part of the reason. Also wanted to see if there was a way to deliver you.”

Wen Chu: ?!?

Wen Chu said in disbelief: “Do I have to be delivered even if I haven’t killed anyone?”

Xiu found it a bit funny: “Deliverance is not a bad thing. Only after being delivered can you enter normal reincarnation. Otherwise, you can only stay in the world harming the living, until your resentment dissipates and your soul scatters, with no day of reincarnation again.”

Wen Chu didn’t quite understand: “Is reincarnation resurrection?”

Xiu: “No, it’s a new beginning. You are born again, reincarnated again, without current memories.”

Meaning it’s quick transmigration without memories.

Wen Chu muttered: “That’s not good either. I just want to live now. I don’t hurt people; don’t deliver me.”

Xiu was silent for a moment: “We’ll see. Anyway, it seems there is no way to deliver you for now.”

Except for Wen Yaozu’s bone flute, the props and mental methods of the remaining few couldn’t even deliver the red-clothed female ghost, let alone a special existence like Wen Chu.

As for Wen Yaozu’s bone flute…

Leaving aside that Wen Yaozu didn’t get along with him and wouldn’t lend it to him at all, anyone with discernment could see that bone flute was evil. Xiu wouldn’t use such an evil thing on Wen Chu.

But it did need attention.

Should I investigate Wen Yaozu tonight?

“Ding-dong—”

The sound of the elevator arriving interrupted Xiu’s attention.

Xiu carried Wen Chu to room 443, glanced at the room number, then looked at the opposite room 444 Yaozu’s room, frowning traceably.

“There’s bread.” Wen Chu sharply spotted the takeout bag outside Wen Yaozu’s door.

Xiu walked over, bent down and picked up the takeout bag, which had “Mr. Xiu” written on it.

“Click.”

The door of room 444 opened, revealing Wen Yaozu’s pale face.

“What are you doing outside my room!” Wen Yaozu asked with insufficient confidence.

Xiu lifted the takeout bag in his hand: “Takeout was delivered wrong, to your door.”

Hearing this, Wen Yaozu glanced at the takeout bag in Xiu’s hand, and happened to meet the eyes of Wen Chu who curiously poked his head out to look at the bread.

The moment he saw the red-clothed malicious ghost, Wen Yaozu almost lost his footing. Fine beads of cold sweat appeared visibly on his forehead, and his legs trembled.

“Get lost quickly!!”

“Bang!”

Wen Yaozu hastily threw down a sentence and slammed the door shut.

Xiu and Wen Chu, one person and one ghost, stood outside, holding the takeout bag, listening to the sound of locking from inside the door.

“Is he sick?” Wen Chu asked sincerely.

He felt Wen Yaozu might be sick, with a disease like tuberculosis.

Xiu: “…Where did you learn dirty words?”

Wen Chu was dumbfounded: “Does this count as a dirty word?”

That doctor said he was sick every day, didn’t that mean he was cursing him every day?

Xiu finally realized that this “sick” was not that “sick.” He sighed, carried the takeout bag and carried Wen Chu back to room 443, having a new understanding of the malicious ghost’s illiteracy level.

“Read more books when you have nothing to do.” Xiu thought for a moment and added, “Also surf the internet more.”

This ghost doesn’t know how long he has been dead; he seems completely ignorant of popular slang.

Wen Chu was unconvinced: “I’m very good at science. I can use Newton’s Second Law. If you don’t believe me, give me a question.”

Xiu didn’t believe it: “Write the words ‘Newton’s Second Law’ for me to see first.”

Wen Chu: …

Wen Chu floated away sadly.

How can Xiu precisely hit his weakness even without memories?

He floated away, but not far, just wandering curiously around the hotel room.

Looked at the big bed, looked at the lamp, looked at the flush toilet, and looked at the large floor-to-ceiling window.

“So beautiful.” Wen Chu finally lay on the window looking out.

The venue of the Exorcist Conference was in the city center, right next to the bustling commercial street. At this time, the sun was setting. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the bustling traffic began to flow back to the residential area.

There were also many wandering souls on the street, with different death appearances and myriad forms. In short, a strangely thriving scene.

The room card was inserted, and the lights in the room turned on automatically.

Xiu put the bread and the cupcake in his hand on the coffee table beside Wen Chu, looking at the red-clothed youth looking out, his expression softening a few degrees: “Didn’t you want to eat bread? Come eat.”

Wen Chu turned his head abruptly, disbelieving: “Really? For me to eat?”

He flew to Xiu’s side with a “whoosh,” lying on Xiu’s shoulder at once, asking eagerly: “Really? How to eat?”

The corners of Xiu’s lips hooked slightly, saying unhurriedly: “Come down and sit properly first.”

Wen Chu flew down, reluctant to be too far from the bread and Xiu, so he simply sat directly on the coffee table.

He put his hands obediently on his knees, sitting upright next to the bread, looking at Xiu expectantly.

Wen Chu had changed his view of Xiu again.

Xiu was still like before, saying disdainful words but actually silently preparing everything for him long ago.

Wen Chu watched happily as Xiu took out a stack of yellow talismans from his bag, and then pasted the talisman paper on the takeout bag.

The next moment, the whole takeout bag burned up, turning into a pile of ashes in just three seconds, leaving only a wisp of green smoke.

Wen Chu: ?

Wen Chu thought he was deceived again, about to weep, when he suddenly smelled an extremely strong aroma of bread.

It was as if someone fed the bread to his mouth.

Wen Chu followed the aroma, finally fixing his gaze on that wisp of lingering green smoke.

He tentatively floated over and took a bite.

!!!

Wen Chu turned his head, looking at Xiu in shock: “It’s the taste of bread!”

Xiu folded his arms, standing in front of the table looking at him: “Mn, it’s the croissant from that shop this morning. You are a ghost, without a physical body. If you want to eat, you can only eat in this sacrificial way. Can only taste the flavor; the texture might not be very good.”

Wen Chu was already dazed by the croissant aroma, finishing the green smoke in a few bites, and then commented: “Delicious! This is the most delicious bread I’ve ever eaten!”

His praise was very sincere, as if what Xiu gave him was some rare delicacy from land and sea.

Xiu paused: “Before you… forget it, anyway you don’t remember.”

“Here, the cake you wanted to eat, taste it again.”

As Xiu spoke, he pasted a yellow talisman on the cupcake again, turning the cake into green smoke for Wen Chu in the same way.

Wen Chu swallowed it in one bite with an “Ah-woo.”

He chewed and commented: “Sweet, also delicious.”

Xiu was puzzled: “Don’t you feel a bit greasy?”

Wen Chu asked: “What is greasy?”

Xiu: “…”

Wen Chu was still savoring it, muttering: “Really so delicious. Are these expensive? I still want to eat. I’ll find a way to earn money for you. Can you still buy for me tomorrow? Do they use gold coins here?”

Xiu sighed and led this ghost suspected to be from ancient times off the coffee table: “Not expensive, don’t need you to give me money. I injured you and kidnapped you; have to be responsible for you. Tomorrow I’ll give you a mobile phone; you can order whatever you want yourself.”

Saying this, he led Wen Chu to the door and pasted a talisman on the door.

Wen Chu: “I don’t eat doors.”

Xiu: “…Not for you to eat; this is an Evil-Warding Talisman.”

He said: “Something might come knocking tonight. If you wake up and see the talisman paper gone, it means that thing came and dragged you into another space. You might not be able to find me. Don’t act rashly then. No matter who is outside, don’t open the door to leave the bedroom. Wait obediently inside for me. I will come find you, understand?”

Wen Chu wasn’t too surprised. He nodded and asked: “Is there a problem with Wen Yaozu?”

Xiu gave an “Mn”: “I don’t know what he is doing, but—”

He pushed open the room door, taking Wen Chu to the room number at the door.

The hotel room number was inserted in a transparent card slot in the form of a card. Xiu reached out and took the card from the slot.

Under the “Room 443” card, there was impressively a bright red “Room 444” card.

Xiu calmly put the room card back, glanced at Wen Yaozu’s room again, and closed the door.

“Since he switched our rooms, he must have ulterior motives.”

Wen Chu blinked: “Oh.”

Then Wen Yaozu is a bad person.

Robbing a bad person’s things doesn’t count as a bad deed. He is still a good ghost.

After doing all this, it was getting late.

Xiu kicked out the lecherous ghost who tried to follow him into the shower room to observe how the shower worked, washed up briefly, had the dinner delivered by the hotel with Wen Chu, and then rested.

Wen Chu wanted to eat more Yang energy, but he had no physical body now and could only pass through Xiu’s body back and forth. Apart from getting a few sporadic hours of lifespan and Xiu’s red-eared glare, he gained nothing.

Stingy. Didn’t he just pass through Xiu’s body a bit? It’s not like he really fcked through Xiu.*

Wen Chu was aggrieved, but the strength gap and identity opposition were there. Recognizing the situation as a hero, he slept obediently with Xiu.

The hotel had a king-size bed, more than enough for him and Xiu.

Night fell. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window were drawn. Wen Chu, having slept all afternoon, nestled in Xiu’s arms, full of energy.

And Xiu was already breathing evenly, asleep.

Just as Wen Chu was considering whether to go steal the bone flute from Wen Yaozu now, he suddenly felt the light breathing sound by his ear disappear.

The warm hand covering his waist also disappeared.

Wen Chu turned his head. The bed was empty, without a trace of Xiu.

“Xiu?” Wen Chu called uncertainly.

No one answered him.

Drip, drip—

The sound of water droplets hitting the tile floor came from the bathroom. This sound was amplified countless times, echoing ethereally in the room.

Wen Chu floated off the bed and saw the empty doorway from afar.

—The talisman paper is gone.

Something really came.

Drip—

Drip—

Drip—

The sound of dripping water grew louder, almost approaching step by step, finally stopping just ten centimeters beside Wen Chu.

Drop—

A dark red water stain dripped from the ceiling.

Wen Chu looked up in the direction of the drip and met a face familiar beyond belief.

Xiu.

Xiu’s long golden hair was covered with blood and filth, fixed to the ceiling by countless steel needles in an almost twisted posture.

The tassel earring by his ear hung weakly. Those transparent blue eyes were still open, staring at him hollowly.

Wen Chu’s head buzzed.

It took him several seconds to slowly lower his head.

“Such intimidation is not funny.” The corners of Wen Chu’s mouth pressed down slightly, his voice carrying a chill.

“Whatever thing you are, using Xiu to make this kind of joke, I am very angry.”

This reminded him of not-so-good memories from the previous world.

“Thump thump! Thump thump thump!”

The door was knocked violently. Xiu’s anxious voice sounded outside: “Wen Chu! Are you inside? Come out quickly! A ghost disguised as me went in! I’m outside!! Wen Chu!!”

Wen Chu’s eyes curved, without a hint of a smile in them.

He floated slowly to the door, his voice even colder: “Ah—what are you calling me?”

Xiu outside the door paused: “Wen Chu?”

Wen Chu’s voice was soft and clingy: “First, Xiu doesn’t know my name. Second, Xiu hates me now; even in dangerous situations, he wouldn’t be this anxious.”

“Finally, I really… really hate it when someone wears Xiu’s appearance to intimidate and threaten me.”

“You are defiling Xiu.”

Saying this, Wen Chu passed through the door abruptly.

Having clung to Xiu all day, he saved up five days of lifespan. At this moment, he unceremoniously revealed the resentment of a red-clothed malicious ghost.

His hands turned into sharp claws, robes bright red. The moment he went out, he was going to tear that ghost monster to shreds.

Then, the next moment, he met the gaze of another red-clothed malicious ghost.

Wen Chu was stunned and stopped his claws: “It’s you?”

The female ghost in front of him was exactly the female white-collar worker who died on the subway today, was taken to the venue by Xiu, and finally delivered by Wen Yaozu.

Wen Chu tried hard to recall her name: “An Ya? Weren’t you delivered?”

An Ya also didn’t expect another red-clothed malicious ghost in the room, but she obviously didn’t have much rationality left. Her eyes were scarlet, looking at Wen Chu blankly, then looking at the bright red 444 door plate outside the house.

“Kill…” An Ya’s gaze became firm, “Kill you!”

Regardless of human or ghost, as long as her enemy was still alive, she would chase to the ends of the earth.

Saying this, An Ya didn’t give Wen Chu time to react, raising sharp claws and attacking with bloody Yin energy.

Wen Chu dodged sideways and floated to the door of 443: “Hey, you got it wrong! Wen Yaozu lives here. You kill him, just leave the bone flute to me.”

Hearing the words “bone flute,” An Ya’s expression became even more crazy. She screamed and tore over: “Kill you! Kill you!!”

Wen Chu floated to dodge: “Why is this ghost so unreasonable? I didn’t kill you.”

Although not quite clear on how to use a malicious ghost’s abilities, Wen Chu was also a red-clothed malicious ghost, completely more than enough to dodge An Ya’s attacks.

The malicious ghost’s attacks fell again and again, smashing the empty dark corridor into a mess.

Yet the surroundings were quiet. Under such a big commotion, not a single exorcist in the whole building came out to check the situation.

Obviously, he was dragged into another space.

Wen Chu regretted while dodging: If he knew it was An Ya outside, he wouldn’t have been goaded out, but would have waited obediently for Xiu in the room.

Now great, he didn’t know how to go back, and didn’t want to kill living things himself to make Xiu hate him, falling into a dilemma.

But—

Recalling Xiu’s death appearance just seen, Wen Chu paused.

If doing it again, he would still come out.

Staying with Xiu’s corpse, even knowing it’s fake, he would have an emotional breakdown.

“Xiu…”

Thinking of his plan to kill Xiu, a trace of confusion flashed in Wen Chu’s eyes.

Does he really want to kill Xiu with his own hands?

Injury hurts so much; death will only hurt more. Making Xiu become a malicious ghost, don’t know how much pain he has to experience.

Wen Chu just wants Xiu to accompany him, never thought about bringing pain to Xiu.

While Wen Chu was distracted, An Ya finally found an opportunity. A sharp claw dug straight toward Wen Chu’s heart, about to tear him apart.

Wen Chu couldn’t dodge in time. Only had time to reach out to protect his heart.

Inside was the Soul-Nurturing Jade Xiu gave him.

“Sizzle—”

Just when the female ghost’s sharp claw was about to touch Wen Chu, golden light flourished at Wen Chu’s right hand.

It was the Five Emperors Coins bracelet Xiu tied for him suddenly emitting light.

“Ahhhhhhh!!”

An Ya’s sharp claw turned charred black in an instant. She screamed and retreated far away.

At the same time, beside Wen Chu, a golden light forcibly tore through the twisted space-time.

Xiu’s cold face appeared from the golden light. He held a peach wood sword, expression tense, relaxing slightly only when he saw Wen Chu standing intact in place.

“Are you okay?” Xiu asked concisely.

Wen Chu was also looking at Xiu.

Xiu’s golden hair was clean, unstained by blood and filth. Neat slim-fit mandarin collar shirt, limbs slender, not twisted either.

Breathing, talking, a normal living Xiu.

Wen Chu leaned over clingingly, lying on Xiu’s back.

He was on the verge of tears: “Xiu, I was almost scared to cry. Why did you come so late?”

Xiu paused, remembering the bloody scene when the malicious ghost on his back cried, and finally said gently: “Sorry, it’s okay now, don’t be afraid.”

He pointed the sword at An Ya.

“An Ya, your life has ended. If you have any grievances, you can tell me. I am willing to uphold justice for you within my ability. If you insist on hurting the innocent, I will have to take action.”

An Ya looked at Xiu with blood-red eyes in confusion, then looked at Wen Chu, letting out a whimper.

“Home… home, Wen…”

“Wen?” Xiu caught the keyword, frowning slightly. “You know the Wen family? Who are you?”

Xiu intended to ask further, but An Ya had completely lost her rationality, unable to speak anymore, screaming and pouncing towards them.

Xiu held the sword, facing An Ya directly: “Heavenly Fire Thunder God, Five Directions Send Thunder. Earth Fire Thunder God, Subdue Demons and Remove Spirits. Evil spirits go quickly, by my emperor’s command. Urgent as a law command!”

Purple lightning appeared at the tip of the peach wood sword, rushing straight at the female ghost.

“Boom—”

Thunder roared, smashing through the hotel floor directly.

The red-clothed female ghost emitted a sharp scream, forcing her way toward Xiu against the lightning strike, even if her soul scattered, she wanted to drag her enemy to hell together.

Xiu held the sword, watching as he was about to be attacked.

“Be careful.” Wen Chu couldn’t help reaching out, imitating An Ya to release a wisp of ghostly energy, blocking in front of Xiu.

The next moment, the lightning turned purple-red, and the surroundings even lit up with white light due to the lightning strike.

“Boom—Boom—”

An Ya disappeared before touching Xiu.

Only Wen Chu’s ghostly energy couldn’t brake, and Xiu didn’t pay attention to him. A wisp of ghostly energy drilled into the golden-haired exorcist’s lower abdomen with a “poof.”

Xiu only felt a chill in his waist and abdomen, followed by being filled by something cold.

He slowly sheathed his sword.

With An Ya’s disappearance, the surrounding twisted space gradually returned to normal. The war-damaged ground disappeared bit by bit, revealing the empty rooftop.

The cold night wind blew.

Only then did Wen Chu discover that he and Xiu had somehow walked to the rooftop of the hotel’s top floor, and were now at the edge of the rooftop.

Within a few steps, they would fall down and be smashed to pieces.

Xiu retreated calmly, a slender golden thread on his wrist—he had tied the other end in the bedroom before coming.

“Humans and ghosts have different paths. Even a red-clothed malicious ghost, wanting to hurt people, can only use illusions to scare people into seeking death themselves.”

Xiu explained concisely to Wen Chu, who obviously had a puzzled look.

“Oh…” Wen Chu nodded.

Relying on being a ghost, he floated to the edge of the rooftop, looked down, and asked thoughtfully, “Then is there a painless way to die?”

Xiu: “No, only more painful ways to die.”

Wen Chu paused and floated back.

He looked guiltily at Xiu’s lean waist under the shirt and changed the subject: “Just now a wisp of my ghostly energy ran into your lower abdomen. Does it matter?”

Feeling the cold strange feeling of fullness coming from his abdomen, Xiu frowned: “It’s fine.”

He had the Body of Supreme Yang and had suffered attacks from ghosts and monsters before.

The ghostly energy of such a weak ghost would be purified and expelled cleanly after staying in his lower abdomen for a night at most.

It was just that the location invaded by ghostly energy this time was a bit special.

Xiu touched his lower abdomen, which transmitted a feeling of fullness, calmly pursed his lips, his expression remaining cold.

Shouldn’t be a big problem.

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Author’s Note:
Is it really a weak ghost? [Pitiful][Yellow Heart][Yellow Heart]