Chapter 73: Whose Child?

Wen Chu looked at the unconscious Xiu, feeling even guiltier.

And a little secret joy.

“Xiu is pregnant with my Ghost Qi? Not someone else’s child?” Wen Chu confirmed with the system again.

System: 【En.】

Wen Chu carefully moved to Xiu’s side, tentatively touching Xiu’s bulging lower abdomen.

Because of his feeding, Xiu’s lower abdomen was much more swollen.

The Ghost Qi in Xiu’s lower abdomen sensed the movement of its original body, moved carefully, and touched Wen Chu’s fingertips.

Heaven knows, it’s the original body’s own Ghost Qi wandering outside quq.

Sensing the familiar power fluctuation and unfamiliar aura, Wen Chu became even more puzzled: “Why can’t I feel my own aura?”

The system was cold: 【To protect itself from being discovered by Xiu, it has merged with Xiu’s spiritual power.】

That’s why Wen Chu couldn’t find it no matter what, and Xiu couldn’t figure out how he got pregnant.

Because fundamentally, this was two masses of air entangled together.

Let alone life, it didn’t even have a physical entity.

“Mmm…”

Being touched, Xiu frowned slightly in his sleep and curled up uncomfortably.

His clothes were only a precarious white shirt, bulging with the curve of his lower abdomen.

Rather than covering, it was more like seducing.

His body was even more miserable.

Xiu had no resistance to him to begin with, and could easily finish after a few strokes. For Xiu in this world, it was his first time.

Being filled with Ghost Qi right from the start, and continuously for a full twenty-four hours, Xiu had completely broken down.

Wen Chu guiltily transferred ten hours of lifespan to Xiu.

【Lifespan -10h】

【Remaining Lifespan: 10 days 11 hours 21 minutes】

Seeing the lifespan panel pop up, Wen Chu asked puzzledly: “Why didn’t my lifespan increase?”

Before entering the illusion, his lifespan was already ten days. After intimate contact with Xiu for so long and making Xiu give so much Yang energy, why was it still ten days?

The system explained: 【Because both you and Xiu are in the illusion, time outside is actually stopped. You and Xiu are just standing still. Illusions cannot increase lifespan.】

【But treating the illusion of Xiu costs lifespan.】 Wen Chu seized the key point and bargained, 【This is unfair.】

The system complained sharply: 【Originally, this world didn’t have this function, you asked for it yourself. Besides, if in the outside world, you with only two knees couldn’t mate with Xiu. You did everything in the illusion, is this fair?】

Wen Chu looked away guiltily: 【…】

He thought it was quite fair.

But he dared not say it, fearing the system would knock his head with the light screen.

Xiu’s body was completely refreshed at this time, leaving only the Ghost Qi remaining in his lower body.

Wen Chu didn’t take back the Ghost Qi but seriously combed Xiu’s hair and put his clothes back on properly.

After these twenty-four hours, he became much more proficient in controlling his small courtyard, and could already manipulate Xiu’s clothes to restore them to their original state.

Not only that, the floor stained black by ink in the room, his soiled robes, and the messy paper and pens also began to recover.

Rustle—

The door opened, revealing the bright sunshine outside.

The blood words 【Remaining punishment time: 0:00:00】 on the wall gradually faded, and the stagnant air outside the house resumed flowing the moment Wen Chu opened the door.

Birdsong rose again, and servants walked back and forth.

Wen Chu understood.

The punishment time brought by violating the rules was also stopped in the illusion, similar to entering a deeper world within the inner world.

Now, the punishment time ended, and everything returned to normal.

Wen Chu curved his eyes and helped the restored Xiu sit up properly.

Great, he didn’t seem to be completely screwed yet.

.

Xiu didn’t remember how long he was fucked.

If it was just ordinary sex, it would be fine, but his body was overly sensitive. A little stimulation would make him finish. Wen Chu also poured Ghost Qi into him time and time again.

Yang energy leaking, Ghost Qi invading, and forced to have a big belly.

The young exorcist had never even kissed before. Being treated so excessively for the first time, he didn’t have much reason left.

If Wen Chu hadn’t been crying, crying until his heart trembled, Xiu would probably have crawled away regardless of everything.

So… when exactly did he get pregnant?

Xiu had only this thought left at the last moment of losing consciousness.

If he caught the culprit, he would definitely make this villain kneel and apologize to Wen Chu, and then tear him into pieces.

…

Opening his eyes again, brilliant sunlight came into view.

Xiu was in a trance for a moment, only feeling that his lower abdomen seemed particularly heavy, and then heard the boy’s voice beside him.

“Sir, you’re awake.”

Wen Chu’s voice was calm and unwavering.

Xiu shivered and woke up, blurting out: “Wait, I can ex…plain?”

Xiu paused as he spoke, ending the last word with a puzzled tone.

He looked at the tidy room in front of him and the boy quietly looking at him holding a pen, falling into confusion.

Wasn’t he making love with Wen Chu in this room just now? Why were there no traces in the room or on Wen Chu?

“Sir, you fell asleep. This is my practice, please look over it.”

The white-haired boy seemed not to notice his abnormality at all, lowered his eyelashes submissively, and handed over the paper full of words.

His movement caused the chains to rattle, making Xiu’s scalp numb.

When Wen Chu did it with him, because the handcuffs couldn’t be unlocked, the chains would ring every time he moved.

Xiu only felt his lower abdomen spasming subconsciously.

But his clothes were clean, showing no sign of the mess of being torn apart just now.

What exactly was going on?

Xiu’s heart was in a mess as he reached out to take the paper from Wen Chu’s hand.

When reaching out, Xiu clearly felt the tight pulling sensation from the fabric at the waist of his clothes.

He looked down.

He saw his lower abdomen protruding like five months pregnant, directly stretching his slim-fitting jacket into an obvious arc.

The buttons on the jacket were teetering due to excessive tightness.

Xiu: …

The light paper fell into his palm. Xiu barely recovered from his weird stomach and concentrated on the homework Wen Chu handed in.

Wen Chu learned very quickly. He imitated the two characters Xiu left, copying them exactly.

The second time wasn’t a typo anymore, and the third time looked decent.

After practicing a whole page, Wen Chu could already write his name with some of Xiu’s style.

Just looking at these two characters, no one would think that the person in front of them was an illiterate ghost full of typos not long ago.

This learning ability was terrifying in any field.

A serious look appeared on Xiu’s face, subconsciously entering the state of a teacher: “Written very well, great progress.”

Praised by Xiu, Wen Chu curved his eyes and smiled.

“Sir, there is a second sheet.”

Hearing this, Xiu turned to the second sheet of paper.

Actually, he thought Wen Chu had practiced these two characters very well on the first sheet, and there was no need to continue, but since Wen Chu wrote it, he would look.

However, when turning to the second sheet, Xiu was stunned.

He saw the paper filled with “Xiu”.

At first, they were crooked and disjointed characters, but Wen Chu seemed to have strong learning transfer ability, realizing the writing method of “Xiu”, which also has a left-right structure, from the left-right structure of the two characters “Wen Chu”.

The further down he wrote, the better the characters looked.

【Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu, Xiu…】

Xiu looked at the densely packed handwriting, feeling a chill down his spine for no reason.

“Xiu.” The boy’s voice came to his ears.

Xiu was startled, only then realizing that Wen Chu had knelt by his side at some point.

The white-haired boy smiled at him obediently: “Is Sir’s name this? I heard my brother mention it.”

Xiu nodded stiffly: “Yes.”

“Then did I write this character well?” Wen Chu looked like a soft and harmless small animal, looking up for praise.

Xiu broke out in a cold sweat.

This illusion was too weird. He didn’t understand what medicine Wen Chu, who wished to fuck him into miscarriage just now, was selling in his gourd. He pursed his lips and nodded gently.

“…Good.”

Wen Chu rubbed against Xiu’s side, looking completely weak and harmless, contrary to just now: “Sir, I am very obedient. Can you… not hit me?”

Wen Chu’s soft words made Xiu’s heart ache.

Xiu immediately threw those weird things he couldn’t figure out just now to the back of his mind. Looking at Wen Chu, his gaze became pitying again: “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hit you. I will teach you well.”

Xiu could be sure the person in front of him was Wen Chu.

According to Wen Shuhua, the current Little Young Master was an eight-year-old child. No matter how fast an eight-year-old grew, he couldn’t look eighteen.

Wen Chu must be too uneasy to probe him in such a roundabout way, pretending not to know him well.

Xiu’s heart softened. He reached out and touched Wen Chu’s head.

Feeling the warm touch on the top of his head, Wen Chu paused and lowered his head.

The corners of his lips hooked up into a smile.

“By the way…” Xiu’s hesitant voice came.

Wen Chu looked up, looking at Xiu in confusion.

Xiu’s earlobes were red. He didn’t dare look directly at him and whispered: “Just now… did anything strange happen?”

“Strange things?” The white-haired boy blinked quietly. “Sir fell asleep. Is this a strange thing?”

“No, I mean…”

Xiu lost his voice.

He was embarrassed to tell Wen Chu’s round and harmless eyes that he seemed to have been fucked by him just now.

Such words challenged Xiu’s sense of shame too much.

He was thin-skinned to begin with. He couldn’t speak a word for a long time. Finally, under Wen Chu’s quiet gaze, he squeezed out a sentence: “…Did you feel my stomach is a bit wrong?”

Confusion in Wen Chu’s eyes deepened. He looked at Xiu’s lower abdomen: “Sir, there is no problem with your stomach. Are you hungry?”

Xiu raised his hand, touching his obviously showing belly.

It was already so obvious, how could it be called no problem?

Xiu wanted to ask again, but the clanging sound of iron chains rang beside him again.

It was Wen Chu digging out from his cuffs, taking out the fruits Xiaoyu gave him just now, and handing them to Xiu with both hands.

“Sir, for you.”

Xiu looked at the slender wrist stretched over.

Long-term malnutrition and lack of sunlight made Wen Chu here thinner and paler than the Wen Chu he saw.

Wen Chu also dragged heavy chains and wrote two large sheets of characters. His wrists had long been rubbed raw during the pulling, oozing spots of bright red blood.

And in his hand was a small green apple.

In summer, immature small fruit.

Seeing Xiu not answering for a long time, Wen Chu seemed to think he didn’t want it and added seriously: “It’s edible, very delicious. I eat this when I’m hungry.”

Xiu finally remembered to reach out.

He took the small apple from Wen Chu’s hand and grabbed Wen Chu’s wrist backhand, keeping the other party.

“Does the wrist hurt?” Xiu asked.

Wen Chu let him hold it quietly and answered obediently: “It doesn’t hurt.”

How could it not hurt?

A delicate ghost like Wen Chu, slapped in a dream, would cry holding him for a long time after waking up.

Being rubbed raw repeatedly like this, tender flesh just grown and then rubbed raw again, how could he not hurt?

Xiu opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: “…Do you often go hungry?”

“Not often.” Wen Chu told the truth according to memory. “After being hungry for a long time, I don’t feel hungry anymore.”

Xiu closed his eyes, opening them after a long time.

He pulled the thin boy into his arms, like comforting a kitten, stroking the boy’s back again and again.

“It’s okay, it will be fine in the future… I’m here. I’ll go ask the Eldest Young Master to unlock your handcuffs. I’ll eat and live with you in the future, won’t let you go hungry again.”

Wen Chu’s eyes widened, seeming completely unexpected that he would say this.

Finally, Wen Chu mumbled, carefully avoided Xiu’s pregnant belly, and chuckled in agreement: “Okay, Sir.”

The pregnant Sir embraced him so gently.

Still carrying his Ghost Qi.

Ah—

Wen Chu thought, why didn’t Xiu continue to bully him and make him cry?

He really wanted to continue the punishment time with Xiu.

.

Xiu didn’t know what bad idea the little pitiful in his arms was plotting. He had found an explanation for the absurd memory just now.

The so-called “punishment time” should be just a nightmare, otherwise it was impossible that even his body had no trace after waking up.

As for his bulging belly…

It should be the last rule just now; he conceived a ghost fetus.

Although he didn’t know whose child it was for the time being, what was certain was that if he angered Wen Chu repeatedly, the fate greeting him might be death from dystocia.

Xiu remembered the wet dream he had on the first night he met Wen Chu, giving birth in front of everyone with a pregnant belly.

He shuddered.

No, he must break the illusion before the thing in his abdomen grew up.

With this thought, Xiu left with the green apple Wen Chu insisted on giving him after comforting Wen Chu.

He was going to find Wen Shuhua.

Most exorcists chose to break the illusion by force because most spectres’ illusions had no logic. Often there would be nonsensical solutions like “because the obsession before death was not eating roast suckling pig, so one must roast the pig in the illusion to clear the level”.

But the illusion of the Wen family’s old residence was obviously different.

This was the most logical and largest-scale illusion Xiu had ever seen. The mission also coincided with his purpose of coming here. Xiu didn’t mind following the illusion plot for a while longer.

Of course, the most important thing.

He suspected the owner of the illusion was Wen Chu.

He couldn’t lay a heavy hand on Wen Chu.

However—the life and death of other NPCs, he couldn’t guarantee.

“Wow—”

Wen Chu sat in the room, crunching on an apple, watching Xiu on the system screen hacking Wen Shuhua in half with one sword strike, forcing the reluctant Wen Shuhua to hand over the handcuff keys, and exclaimed.

“So handsome.”

On the screen, Wen Shuhua gave the key crying, then put himself back together, looking at Xiu viciously: “Do you think the Little Young Master is easy to provoke? You please the Little Young Master now, you will definitely die in the future!”

As he spoke, he directly revealed his spectre appearance.

This was completely dropping the act.

Xiu retracted his sword with a cold face and said flatly: “No ghost can hurt me.”

Wen Shuhua laughed wickedly: “Aren’t you just relying on being a supreme yang body? You probably don’t know yet, your dantian has been invaded by the Little Young Master’s Ghost Qi. Instead of repeatedly killing me to vent for that Little Young Master, going to kill the Little Young Master now might barely give you a chance to li—Ah!”

Xiu split him in half again expressionlessly.

Xiu’s earlobes were red. He almost gritted his teeth and picked up the just-restored Wen Shuhua, protecting his pregnant belly: “Forget what you saw!”

Being cut off again, Wen Shuhua looked terrified: “Saw what? I just felt Wen Chu’s Ghost Qi. Put down the sword!! This is our Wen family’s sword!”

Xiu’s eyes moved.

Seeing that Wen Shuhua’s gaze indeed didn’t stay on his strangely protruding abdomen, he gave a faint “Oh” and then stabbed the sword in his hand into Wen Shuhua’s heart again.

Wen Shuhua was skewered directly on the sword by him.

Xiu sneered: “I took it, you have an opinion?”

Wen Shuhua spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Xiu said flatly: “You’d better see nothing. From now on, you are not allowed to mistreat the Little Young Master’s food, otherwise I will definitely tear you into pieces.”

Xiu narrowed his eyes, and the tassel earring by his earlobe glowed blue: “Even if you died long ago, I can do it.”

Wen Shuhua finally realized what kind of hard iron plate he had kicked, nodding frantically, daring not to refute anymore.

“Okay, okay okay!”

Wen Shuhua almost begged grandpa and grandma to send this god of death away.

A five-month pregnant belly wouldn’t affect movement too much. Xiu went out with a sword, grabbed a few servants to question, and after confirming that no one could see his pregnant belly, he swept through the Wen family from beginning to end directly.

From the warehouse to the sick Master Wen’s room, he took a pile of case files and left, and also grabbed Xiaoyu for questioning.

If any ghost refused to obey, then one sword strike. If still refused, then two strikes.

A few more strikes, naturally they would obey.

In just half an hour, Xiu not only solved the handcuff problem but also learned Wen Chu’s main storyline from Xiaoyu—run away with the sister returning home in three days to escape the fate of becoming the Formation Eye.

Wen Chu dropped the apple in his hand as early as when Xiu threatened Wen Shuhua with “tear into pieces”.

He guiltily looked for the system: 【If I am torn into pieces by Xiu, can I still be put back together?】

He felt that what he did during the punishment time, plus lying to Xiu after waking up and hiding that he was the Formation Eye, was enough to be torn into pieces several times.

System: 【I can help collect your corpse.】

Wen Chu: 【QAQ】

He had no mind to eat the apple anymore, hugging his knees and shrinking into the corner cowardly: 【No way, our child cannot be born in a single-parent family.】

System: 【You said that was a bastard seed.】

Wen Chu: 【…】

System: 【And that is a mass of air. How do you want to raise it?】

Wen Chu: 【…】

Wen Chu choked with sobs: 【If Xiu knows he is pregnant with my Ghost Qi, will he slash me with a sword in anger while pregnant?】

Wuwu, should have asked the system clearly before acting.

Wen Chu regretted: 【I was wrong. Can I take back the Ghost Qi now?】

The system was calm: 【No, because your Ghost Qi has merged with Xiu’s spiritual power. You gave him so much just now. The Ghost Qi in his abdomen is combining with his power. It will only increase in the future until it reaches the critical point and is born.】

Wen Chu stopped talking.

Recalling Wen Shuhua being cut into two pieces just now, he only felt desolation with nowhere to speak.

Xiu worked hard for ten months of pregnancy, finally finding out he gave birth to a mass of air, and everything was his doing.

So will Xiu tear him into pieces? Or chop him into fine minced meat?

“Dong dong dong!”

Just as Wen Chu was thinking about whether he was suitable for dumplings or wontons, the door was knocked abruptly.

Who is it?

Wen Chu got up to open the door in confusion.

Outside the door were Xiu carrying a stack of books and Wen Shuhua with an apologetic smile.

Wen Chu was distracted talking to the system just now and didn’t see what Xiu did afterwards. He didn’t expect Xiu to sweep through the entire Wen family and come back.

He paused and said respectfully: “Sir, brother.”

His peripheral vision uncontrollably glanced at the books in Xiu’s hands.

Xiu held a thick stack of books weighing at least twenty or thirty catties (10-15kg), all pressing on his just-showing pregnant belly. Wen Chu watched with fear and trembling.

But Xiu acted as if nothing happened: “Wen Chu, your brother specially came to apologize to you. I also moved some books for you from the warehouse…”

Wen Shuhua also started talking about random things. Wen Chu didn’t listen to a word.

All his attention was attracted by Xiu’s belly deformed by the books pressing on it.

He read physiology books seriously in the last world and knew how uncomfortable it was for a pregnant man to have a pregnant belly pressed. At this moment, he wished he could reach out directly to help Xiu move the books.

But his hands were still locked by handcuffs.

“Before, I didn’t pay attention to you…” Wen Shuhua was still talking non-stop, mostly saying Wen Chu was naturally intelligent and should listen to the teacher.

“Sir.” Wen Chu spoke, interrupting Wen Shuhua.

He stared closely at Xiu.

“Sir, these books are too heavy. Let’s put them down first?”

The blond exorcist didn’t care much, and even weighed the books in his hands: “Not heavy. There’s no place to put them now. The servants will move the bookshelf over later.”

Wen Chu watched those books press on the other party’s pregnant belly again with Xiu’s movement, his heart rising to his throat.

He lowered his head and eyes, continuing to maintain his character as a taciturn little pitiful, fingers slightly curled, mobilizing Ghost Qi.

The next moment, the Ghost Qi in Xiu’s abdomen began to respond to his call, moving chaotically.

Xiu intended to probe, but didn’t expect the long-quiet lower abdomen to be thrust against at this time.

The thing in the belly grew a lot larger. He was also treated by Wen Chu to the initial body state. At this time, this “fetal movement” directly caused his thighs to spasm.

If it weren’t for being blocked, he would have been dripping long ago.

Wen Shuhua beside him was unaware, still apologizing under the threat of death.

Xiu pursed his lips, about to take a deep breath to suppress the reaction—

However, the moment he inhaled, his abdomen moved violently.

“Wu…”

Xiu’s eyes widened, completely unable to stand steady.

Crash—

All the books fell to the ground. Xiu also held his stomach, kneeling on the ground, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

How could it be…

He was clearly about to shoot, but was blocked back by an invisible force, forcefully making him dry orgasm inside without finding an exit.

Xiu was about to lose control of his expression, trying his best but unable to stop the chaotic Ghost Qi in his abdomen.

Wen Shuhua was also startled, immediately stepping forward to help Xiu up: “Mr. Xiu…”

“Slap!”

Xiu slapped away Wen Shuhua’s extended hand fiercely.

He bit his lower lip hard, protecting his stomach, half-kneeling and half-crawling to the wall, supporting himself to stand up against the wall, looking down at the white-haired boy with his head lowered, letting out a sneer.

“Eldest Young Master Wen.”

“Here!” Wen Shuhua shuddered, thinking Xiu had some orders.

Xiu stood among the messy books on the floor, feeling the gradually ceasing movement in his abdomen, the corners of his eyes red, saying word by word:

“You are right. The Little Young Master is indeed… gif-ted.”

To be self-taught in this kind of thing.

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Author’s Note:
Wen Chu: Choose to be an ostrich between dumplings and wontons