Chapter 66: He Will Die From O-Exhaustion

On the second day of the Exorcist Conference, many exorcists had already become familiar with each other.

Some were already acquaintances, while others were social butterflies who hit it off. At this moment, they were gathered in twos and threes in the rest area, chatting.

Yuan Le was one of those social butterflies.

He pulled Li Yi and Zhang Ming to chat: “How are your injuries from the backlash of the red-clothed spectre yesterday?”

Bringing this up again, Li Yi touched his nose awkwardly: “Thanks for asking, pretty much healed.”

Zhang Ming also nodded, but he was still a bit unconvinced: “It’s just that the spectre was really strange. It was almost impossible to be transcended; otherwise, I wouldn’t have suffered backlash from the Rebirth Bell.”

Li Yi echoed gloomily: “Yeah, the ‘Curse of Resolving Grievances’ has never been this useless before. Yuan Le, you know Xiu better. What kind of person turned into that ghost?”

Yuan Le said sincerely: “Xiu said it was just an ordinary office worker who died suddenly on the subway.”

Li Yi and Zhang Ming were stunned: Are office workers nowadays so full of resentment?

Yuan Le added: “But I heard from the police that it seemed to be a murder. I don’t know what kind of shocking case could cause such injustice.”

Li Yi’s curiosity was piqued: “Wait for me to ask. My dad saved the chief’s life. I’ll go to the police station to ask after the meeting today.”

Zhang Ming was also very curious and immediately said: “I’ll go too. My mom and the chief’s mom are close friends despite the age difference. I want to see what kind of ghost it is.”

Yuan Le grinned: “Take me with you. It’s boring after the meeting. I’ll join in the fun too.”

Li Yi and Zhang Ming were the youngest generation of the Li and Zhang families, eighteen or nineteen years old, at the age of hot-bloodedness. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have brought out their family’s unique skills yesterday just because Xiu provoked them.

Plus, they weren’t incompetent and furious idiots like Wen Yaozu. Neither thought much about it and nodded: “No problem.”

Yuan Le settled it with them and was about to fish for more information when he looked up and opened his mouth wide in shock, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong?” Li Yi and Zhang Ming were confused and followed Yuan Le’s gaze.

Then, they also looked as if they had seen a ghost.

At the door, the cold blond exorcist had a circle of blue chains wrapped around his right wrist. Beside him was the white-haired spectre, tightly wrapped by the other end of the chain.

It was the kind of wrapping devoid of any eroticism. The white-haired spectre was wrapped in chains from his legs to his forearms, and his mouth was also tightly wrapped by chains, like a big zongzi (sticky rice dumpling), being led by Xiu.

Everyone present stared at this scene in astonishment.

“No way, did he violate the laws of heaven?” Yuan Le couldn’t help asking as Xiu passed by.

Hearing this, Xiu paused slightly and glanced at Wen Chu, who was tightly bound and looking at him innocently.

Playing pitiful.

Xiu pursed his lips, feeling a dull ache in his lower body from overuse. Without even looking at Yuan Le, he coldly led Wen Chu past him.

Yuan Le: …?

Didn’t he shake me awake in the middle of the night yesterday to save this spectre?

What is this? Even BDSM isn’t done like this??

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Wen Chu felt very wronged.

He just went to the bathroom to watch Xiu shower and called Xiu “Brother” a few times. He didn’t even touch Xiu.

Xiu lost it so many times himself, but ended up blaming him, wrapping him up tightly from head to toe, not even sparing his mouth.

He wasn’t a succubus who could make people finish just by opening his mouth. It was clearly Xiu who was too sensitive.

Wen Chu looked at Xiu resentfully.

Xiu pretended not to see the white-haired succubus’s resentful and weeping gaze. With a straight face, he briefly explained to Ren Chuanyu what happened last night.

Finally, Xiu said: “My personal guess is that the red-clothed spectre wasn’t transcended, but was taken into his bone flute by Wen Yaozu. Tonight, I plan to go to his bedroom to retrieve his bone flute and see if there are any clues. Do you have any leads on this flute?”

After speaking, he observed Ren Chuanyu’s expression without a trace.

Ren Chuanyu’s face showed genuine confusion. She shook her head and said: “I don’t know. He never took out this flute in front of us, and I’ve never heard of the Wen family having such a cultivation method.”

Seeing that Ren Chuanyu really didn’t know, Xiu didn’t continue this topic. Instead, he asked seemingly casually: “Is there any conclusion on An Ya’s cause of death?”

A trace of an extremely imperceptible expression flashed in Ren Chuanyu’s eyes: “Yes, it was an office crime of passion. Her superior poisoned her after failing to pursue her. That superior is currently under interrogation—are you interested in this case?”

“No.” Xiu lowered his eyes, maintaining his usual indifference to everything. “Just curious how she became such a resentful spectre.”

“Maybe it’s just because young people nowadays are under too much pressure,” Ren Chuanyu said with a laugh. “This girl worked at a private equity firm. I heard she had a mortgage of over five million and her salary was recently cut.”

Xiu gave a disinterested “Oh,” seemingly not wanting to chat further.

Seeing Xiu still looking unconcerned about anything other than transcending souls, Ren Chuanyu breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

She patted Xiu on the shoulder and said earnestly: “You are a good child, just too smart and easily lead astray. After becoming the president, you must lead the Exorcist Association to continue on the righteous path of serving the people.”

Xiu agreed indifferently. It was almost time for the meeting, so he left with Wen Chu.

Wen Chu was still tightly bound by chains.

He was forced to listen to the whole process quietly. At this moment, he finally couldn’t help but “Mmmm mmm” (muffled noises).

Thinking Wen Chu heard some clue, Xiu temporarily moved the chain away from Wen Chu’s lips: “What is it?”

“It hurts being tied up.” Wen Chu looked at Xiu pitifully. “Can you untie me? I’ll just lie on your back and do nothing.”

Expressionless, Xiu raised his right wrist, which was also bound by the blue iron chain: “I’m also tied up. I know better than you whether it hurts.”

Having hurt Wen Chu like that yesterday, Xiu still had lingering fears. When tying the chain on Wen Chu today, he tied the other end directly to his own hand.

Failing to play pitiful, Wen Chu didn’t give up and fought for his rights: “Then at least don’t tie my mouth. I lose face in front of so many exorcists.”

Xiu: “…Did you have face yesterday when you slept on my lap with your limbs sprawled out during the entire meeting?”

He sat at the head seat and had to report on the plan. Almost all the exorcists present saw Wen Chu sleeping in his arms, drooling.

Wen Chu: …

Wen Chu: “Then isn’t it even more shameful? They’ll think you don’t like me anymore and are abusing me.”

Xiu thought for a moment and nodded: “You have a point.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down, lifting the bound-like-a-zongzi Wen Chu onto his lap: “This way, no one will misunderstand that I’m abusing you.”

At most, they’ll think they’re playing some new kinky game.

Wen Chu: …

While they were talking, the exorcists also entered the venue one after another and took their seats. Many eyes stopped on the oddly posed Wen Chu and Xiu.

Wen Yaozu also walked in despondently. His face was paler than yesterday, with dark circles under his eyes, obviously having not slept all night. He walked to his chair like sleepwalking and sat down.

Wen Chu whispered in Xiu’s ear: “He looks like his Yang energy was sucked dry by a succubus.”

Xiu was made uncomfortable by Wen Chu’s proximity. He leaned back slightly, his face tense: “Sit properly.”

Wen Chu felt wronged: “You’re so mean.”

Before, it was physical attacks. Since this morning, it was mental alienation.

The twenty-four-year-old exorcist didn’t seem like a god who had experienced millions of years. He still carried the sharpness not yet smoothed by time. Not only was he cold and sharp-tongued, but he was also especially fierce.

Only last night when he was in danger did Xiu show a tiny bit of gentleness.

Wen Chu had asked the system for the ability to transfer lifespan for healing, intending to treat Xiu. But before he could touch him, he was tied up fiercely by the other party.

Wen Chu sadly decided not to treat Xiu. He watched Xiu frown while putting on clothes, moving inconveniently for a while before he could lead him out.

Now, looking at Xiu who avoided him like the plague, Wen Chu blinked and had a naughty thought.

Taking advantage of the noise of people entering the venue, he leaned openly into Xiu’s ear.

“Exorcist Brother, does it still hurt? I’ll rub it for you.”

The white-haired spectre forced himself to kneel up, his chain-locked knees sinking between Xiu’s legs.

Xiu’s face stiffened.

The cold sensation of the spectre’s touch attacked together with the spiritual power attached to his chains. This even gave him the illusion that he was being wrapped by the other party and forced to pleasure himself.

“Brother?” The boy called him softly.

…A total succubus.

Xiu started to feel pain. Pursing his lips, he pinched Wen Chu’s neck to lift him up, and the chain wrapped around Wen Chu’s dangerous mouth: “Shut up.”

Wen Chu stopped talking, curving his round eyes and smiling at him.

Xiu felt even more pain.

He didn’t know if it was because of that absurd dream or because he had lost it too many times this morning, but such pain didn’t bring Xiu any satisfaction. Instead, it made him feel a faint emptiness in his lower abdomen and behind.

At this time, everyone had arrived, and President Ren announced the start of the meeting.

Xiu looked away and began to recite the “Scripture of Purity and Tranquility” repeatedly, trying to suppress the reaction he shouldn’t have.

Wen Chu didn’t care. Holding Xiu’s hand, he nestled directly into Xiu’s arms and fell asleep leaning on Xiu’s shoulder.

He was scared by the female ghost until midnight last night, and was startled awake by Xiu early this morning. Having eaten Xiu’s Yang energy for so long, he was already sleepy.

Xiu lowered his eyes.

Looking at the delicate fingers of Wen Chu holding his hand, he remembered how this hand covered his this morning.

He forgot the words halfway through silently reciting the “Scripture of Purity and Tranquility.”

…Hopeless.

Xiu really started to believe Wen Chu was a succubus now.

As for the ghost fetus, the Formation Eye, and other things in the dream—Xiu just assumed he cared too much about this operation, so they were reflected in the dream.

After all, a ghost this weak couldn’t be the Formation Eye.

“Xiu, do you have any suggestions regarding the arrangement of personnel for setting up the array for this operation?” Ren Chuanyu asked.

Ignoring the discomfort and the cold numbness brought by the spectre pressing on him, Xiu looked up at Ren Chuanyu, his face cold and serious: “Yes, Yuan Le and…”

The young exorcist’s brows were cold. If one ignored the soundly sleeping ghost in his arms, he was completely the type of unattainable superior.

No one would have guessed that just being called by Wen Chu, he could leak under the conference table.

…

Wen Chu slept until the afternoon meeting ended.

He was awakened by a burst of applause. Opening his eyes blankly in Xiu’s arms, he watched the exorcists walking out one after another: “…Meeting adjourned? Time to eat?”

He didn’t get an immediate answer from Xiu and looked up at Xiu in confusion.

“Xiu?” Wen Chu stopped just as the words left his mouth.

“Xiu…” Wen Chu looked carefully at Xiu, whose face was ugly. “Are you angry?”

Because he deliberately made Xiu hard during the meeting, was it too much?

Xiu finally came back to his senses and looked at Wen Chu: “No, I was just thinking about something.”

He muttered to himself: “President Ren didn’t mention any information about the Formation Eye today either…”

Just constantly arranging the capture of the Formation Eye.

Wen Chu didn’t quite understand: “Do you care about this matter so much? Isn’t it fine just to catch the Formation Eye back to maintain world peace?”

Xiu shook his head: “It’s not that issue. It’s just that all this is too strange, being hidden…”

He always felt a faint unease.

Wen Chu didn’t understand Xiu’s thoughts. He thought for a moment and said: “If you want to know, get the bone flute tonight and show it to me. If I see any information, I can tell you.”

Xiu looked at him in surprise: “You can see information from the bone flute? Since when?”

Wen Chu fudged vaguely: “It’s just when I fainted yesterday, I could see the memories left by the ghost in the bone flute…”

He couldn’t say he was the Formation Eye, the bone flute seemed related to him, and he could be awakened to past memories by the flute.

Xiu was obviously skeptical of his explanation.

Wen Chu shrank his neck: Anyway, he explained it this way. Even if Xiu killed him, he wouldn’t tell the truth.

Fortunately, Xiu didn’t pursue it further. He just led him out of the venue: “Alright, I’ll tie the Soul-Binding Chain on you. Like the Soul-Nourishing Jade, this is bound to your soul. If you can’t wake up from the coma, tighten the Soul-Binding Chain, and I’ll find a way to wake you up.”

Wen Chu nodded, then paused and shook his head vigorously: “No, you’ll get hurt this way.”

Xiu didn’t expect Wen Chu to refuse for this reason. He paused, then pursed a smile: “Then find a way to remember your name. After knowing your name, I can sign a soul contract with you, so I don’t have to use this method to find you.”

Soul contract.

Sounded a lot like a marriage certificate.

Wen Chu was tempted, but still didn’t relent: “My name is Baby.”

Xiu didn’t expect this ghost to remember his name anyway. The “soul contract” was just a casual mention. He continued: “If you can’t remember, then tighten the Soul-Binding Chain.”

“Oh.” Wen Chu nodded obediently.

It seemed this was the only way for now.

It would be best if he could break away from the memory illusion himself. If he couldn’t and accidentally hurt Xiu with the Soul-Binding Chain, he would treat Xiu after coming out.

Wen Chu had already thought of a countermeasure.

“Xiu, little spectre.” Yuan Le’s voice rang out in the distance.

He was shoulder to shoulder with Li Yi and Zhang Ming, waving at Xiu: “We’re going to the police station to check the cause of death of that female ghost. Are you coming?”

Xiu and Yuan Le looked at each other, then shook his head: “No.”

Yuan Le pouted: “Boring. Let’s go.”

Li Yi looked at Wen Chu being led behind Xiu and finally couldn’t help asking his confusion: “Mr. Xiu, is there any use for you to always carry this spectre?”

At first, they all thought this spectre was like that female ghost, some kind of practice prop.

But after two days, they only saw Xiu guarding the ghost tighter and tighter, letting the ghost sleep on his lap. Today, his possessiveness exploded, directly preventing others from seeing the ghost’s appearance.

What is this? A Ghost Story (Human-Ghost Romance)?

Xiu thought for a moment: “Useless. To prevent him from harming others.”

Wen Chu was unconvinced: “You slander me. I only slept with you mmm mmm mmm—”

His mouth was covered by Xiu, whose ears were red at the roots.

Without even looking at the dumbfounded Yuan Le trio, Xiu turned and walked away quickly as if fleeing: “Anyway, don’t worry about it.”

Yuan Le: …

Li Yi turned his head blankly to look at Zhang Ming: “Why do I feel like he was bewitched by a succubus?”

Zhang Ming was confused: “Although that ghost is good-looking, it is indeed a spectre.”

The super straight guy Yuan Le: “Even if it’s a succubus, it’s a male succubus. How could Xiu be bewitched by a man? There must be another use.”

As he spoke, he pointed at Wen Yaozu, who walked by with unsteady steps: “Look, this is the normal appearance of being bewitched by a succubus, looking like his essence has been sucked dry.”

Li Yi and Zhang Ming didn’t have a good impression of Wen Yaozu, a straw bag who only stirred up trouble. Their attention was immediately diverted by Yuan Le’s words. They quickly put Xiu’s matter behind them and went to the police station with Yuan Le, laughing and joking.

On the other side, inside the hotel.

The “male succubus” Wen Chu, who “sucked human essence,” was finally untied. He was at the bathroom door, staring at Xiu who wanted to go in and wash away the stickiness endured for a day.

Xiu: …

Xiu felt pain just meeting Wen Chu’s gaze now.

Not bloating pain, but pain from overuse.

His body wasn’t particularly sensitive, but as soon as he met this ghost, his brain would unauthorizedly conjure up excessive sensations.

So much so that while his body was still inexperienced, mentally it was like being forced to climax countless times, causing his body to react along with it.

After the reaction, because it was rarely used normally, it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

Wen Chu looked at Xiu sincerely: “I won’t touch you. I’ll just look. I’m worried something is wrong with your body.”

He slept after teasing Xiu and didn’t know how Xiu was now. If it was too serious, he’d better treat Xiu.

Xiu only felt a dull kidney ache: “…Get out.”

When this ghost said killing him, it might have just been angry talk about not getting bread. Even if it was true, Xiu didn’t take it to heart.

Just a weak ghost; killing him was a fantasy.

But now Xiu really felt he would die at the hands of this ghost.

The kind of death from O-exhaustion (orgasm exhaustion).

Wen Chu looked at Xiu, traces of blood appearing at the corners of his eyes.

He was going to cry again.

Xiu: …

He suspected something was wrong with his brain too. Seeing this spectre cry now, he actually saw genuine pitifulness.

Xiu gritted his teeth and persisted: “Get out. I’ll… get you a phone. Go play by yourself.”

Wen Chu lost his tears instantly.

His attention was attracted by the phone: “Where? Where? Can I use a phone too?”

Xiu gave an “En” and took Wen Chu to the coffee table in the room.

There were already packages of various sizes on the coffee table. Xiu, afraid the delivery guy would deliver to the wrong place again, specially noted to deliver to the hotel front desk and asked the front desk to send them to the room.

Wen Chu watched Xiu pull out a small white box from the pile of takeouts.

Opening it, inside was impressively a brand new mobile phone.

Xiu turned on the phone, charged it, connected it to the hotel Wi-Fi, pasted a talisman on it, and then threw the phone to Wen Chu: “Take it and play. I’m going to take a shower.”

Wen Chu held the phone cherishingly, touching it fondly, and floated all the way chasing Xiu, moved: “Thank you. I like this. I love you.”

Xiu paused for a moment and quickly closed the bathroom door.

Adding a sentence, “Come in and you give the phone back to me.”

Wen Chu stood outside the door holding the phone for a while. Only when the sound of flushing came from inside did Wen Chu look down and start fiddling with the phone at the bathroom door.

Unknown what talisman Xiu put on the phone, he could touch the phone like a human.

Relying on his impression of watching others play with phones before, Wen Chu tentatively swiped open the phone and looked at the phone page curiously.

The newly bought phone only had basic functions. Wen Chu took several selfies with the camera but only captured air, so he gave up. He turned to the app store, read the introduction of every software seriously, and fumbled to download software.

Shopping and Search.

He needed these two functions.

Wen Chu downloaded the search engine first. Wen Chu clicked in and clumsily wrote the two characters “Wen Chu” with the handwriting keyboard, trying to search.

But his information should have been cleared by the Exorcist Association. Except for some unrelated novels, nothing could be found.

Helpless, Wen Chu wrote the character “Xiu” to search and see.

Then he was stunned by the long list of honorary entries summarized by AI Smart Search that popped up.

What “Most Outstanding Exorcist of the Contemporary Era,” “First Class Merit in Special Events,” “Chief Expert in Supernatural Events”…

Looking at the densely packed events summarized in the entries, Wen Chu finally had a real sense of Xiu’s status in this world.

Still very powerful.

And it was a more officially certified power.

Then Xiu’s indifferent rejection after losing it so many times in front of him seemed understandable.

After all, I’m afraid Xiu himself couldn’t figure out why he, who had always been successful, would have problems with this kind of thing.

Thinking this, Wen Chu wanted to go into the bathroom to see Xiu again.

But Xiu said he had to return the phone if he went in. Wen Chu couldn’t bear to return it, so he could only quickly open the shopping software, wanting to make a quick decision.

He wanted to buy something.

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On the other side.

Xiu took a simple shower in the bathroom, washing away the sticky feeling on his body, and came out of the bathroom wiping his wet hair. The whole process took less than fifteen minutes.

Although he insisted on not letting that spectre follow, Xiu was ultimately uneasy about the other party being a ghost outside alone.

Especially for such a long time, that lecherous ghost didn’t make a sound.

Did something go wrong?

Thinking this, Xiu pushed open the door hurriedly: “Hey…”

Before he could speak, he met a pair of round, big blue eyes.

Wen Chu looked at Xiu eagerly, holding up the phone to him: “I want to buy this, but it won’t let me.”

Xiu’s gaze stopped on Wen Chu’s face for a moment before looking at the content on the phone.

【Primary and Middle School Students Boutique Tracing Copybook New Words Pinyin Word Formation Synchronous Children’s Regular Script Hard Pen Calligraphy】

14.9 yuan a book. Wen Chu was stuck at the payment step because he didn’t register an account or have online banking.

Xiu: …

“Illiterate.” He took out his phone, took a picture of the copybook, and placed the order for Wen Chu with his own phone.

“Wait a moment, I’ll open a family card for you. You can just swipe for whatever you want to buy.”

“Yay.” Wen Chu cheered.

He held up the phone: “I have another question.”

Looking at himself eagerly holding the phone like this, the ghost was a bit too cute. Xiu couldn’t help softening his tone: “What is it?”

Wen Chu reached out to swipe the phone, his cheeks slightly red: “You tied me up, did you want to play this?”

The phone page jumped.

A section of a waist bound by black ropes was revealed.

It was a man’s body, with defined abs and big pecs. The rope perfectly highlighted all his advantages. placed on the website, it was not violating regulations but exceptionally impactful.

【Confidential Delivery Free Tutorial Video Strong Durable Hemp Rope Bondage Art】

The comment section below was even more shameless.

Xiu: …

Wen Chu blushed, sighing sincerely: “Humans in this world have so many tricks.”

Who came up with rope and big pecs first? Tie it a bit lower and you can tie Xiu up, so you don’t have to worry about Xiu hurting his body too many times.

He likes it.

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Author’s Note:
Wen Chu’s search history:
【Practicing writing】
【Chain】
【Chain tying people】