Chapter 75: Does Fake Crying Count as Crying?

Xiu didn’t speak; he simply drew his sword in silence.

Just as Wen Chu was about to reach out and take it, he heard the hum of the blade.

Hum—

The cold sword unsheathed and flew straight towards Wen Yan.

Wen Yan looked terrified. She didn’t even have time to let out a scream before she was sliced directly in two.

Xiu shielded Wen Chu, the corners of his lips curling into a cold arc. “Is that so? You want his bone?”

Wen Yan slowly pieced herself back together, shaking her head in terror. “No, no, you know that I am just a wisp of consciousness trapped in this illusion—Ah!”

With a flick of his sword tip, Xiu plunged it into her just-healed chest, his voice chilling. “Really? I’m actually quite curious—do you have a bone behind your heart?”

“Ah!!”

Wen Yan let out a miserable wail, collapsing limply onto the chair.

Xiu’s expression remained unchanged as he forcibly cut open her chest, pierced her heart, and carved out the thoracic vertebra from behind it.

Blood spread, dripping down from the grand armchair where Wen Yan lay paralyzed.

“Does it hurt?” Xiu asked softly.

Wen Yan was in so much pain she nearly fainted, but as a ghost, she couldn’t even fall unconscious. She could only watch helplessly as her chest was torn open and then healed, over and over.

“It hurts… please let me go… Aaaaaah!”

Xiu cut open her chest again.

“So you do know pain.” He lowered his eyes, his transparent blue irises revealing no emotion.

“You spoke of it so lightly, I thought you didn’t know how much it hurt.”

As he spoke, Xiu raised his sword to carve at Wen Yan’s spine again.

“Xiu.” Wen Chu finally snapped back to reality from the sudden turn of events.

He reached out and tugged at Xiu’s sleeve. “Aren’t we leaving the illusion?”

Xiu stopped his movements and looked at him with an extremely complex gaze.

“I was wrong. Wen Yan is not the key to breaking the illusion array.”

As he said this, his movements didn’t stop; he cleanly and efficiently carved out Wen Yan’s thoracic vertebra once more.

Xiu didn’t spare a glance for Wen Yan, who slid off the chair screaming. Instead, he patted Wen Chu’s head. “Even if this were the key to breaking the array, I couldn’t possibly take you away at the cost of you getting hurt.”

Wen Chu’s heart skipped a beat. He stared blankly at Xiu, who was looking down and petting him.

Xiu…

Did Xiu realize something?

Xiu lifted his foot and kicked over the chair Wen Yan was on, saying coldly, “Get lost.”

Wen Yan scrambled away, dragging a long trail of blood on the ground.

She hated this.

Wen Shuhua had told her that Xiu was just a bit fierce but would still care about his image in front of Wen Chu, telling her to follow the plot with peace of mind.

This was what Wen Shuhua meant by “peace of mind”?!

Wen Yan dared not speak out in anger. In the end, she attributed all her resentment to Wen Shuhua and immediately went to settle the score with him.

Xiu, after such violent exertion, swayed slightly, then subconsciously held his lower abdomen.

He pursed his lips, steadied himself without drawing attention, and extended a hand to Wen Chu, who was sitting on a chair. “It’s okay now. Can you stand? Shall we go back together?”

Wen Chu nodded, took Xiu’s hand, and stood up.

He was a little nervous because of Xiu’s “take you away” comment just now. He struggled with whether Xiu had recognized him but didn’t dare to ask.

It wasn’t until they had walked a good distance that Wen Chu whispered tentatively, “If we don’t go out with Sister, how do we get out?”

Xiu looked at him. “She was lying to you. She wouldn’t have taken you out.”

Wen Chu paused.

He knew Xiu was telling the truth.

In his memory, the eight-year-old Wen Chu gave his thoracic bone to Wen Yan, endured the severe pain in his room until late at night, and secretly ran to the front hall.

There, he saw Wen Yan playing with his bone, and Wen Shuhua sitting aside, looking at him with leisure.

What followed naturally was a new teacher and new punishments.

Dissecting the bone hurt, but on that night when he realized no family member cared about him, his heart hurt more.

So much so that when Wen Chu recalled it now, he seemed to still feel that piercing pain in his heart.

Wen Chu subconsciously touched his chest.

When he lifted his hand again, his palm was covered in blood.

Wen Chu was stunned.

He tugged at Xiu’s hand. “Xiu…”

They had already reached the outside of his small courtyard. Xiu was about to push the door open but turned to look at him upon hearing his voice. “What’s wrong?”

He saw the white-haired boy looking at him blankly, extending a blood-covered hand.

“Xiu, I think I’m injured after all.”

As if to prove Wen Chu’s words, his clothes were finally soaked through with blood, dark red stains seeping out from his heart.

As Wen Chu spoke, a metallic sweetness rose in his throat.

A stream of fresh blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Xiu’s mind went blank. Ignoring the reaction in his own body, he immediately picked Wen Chu up horizontally and carried him quickly into the room.

“Wait, Wen Chu, don’t be afraid. There’s wound medicine in the room. I’ll apply it for you.” Xiu was so nervous he was incoherent.

He kicked the door open, carefully placed Wen Chu on the bed that had been moved in over the past three days, and with trembling hands, rummaged through the cabinet, clinking bottles and jars to find a pile of small porcelain bottles and bandages.

This was his own illusion; Wen Chu couldn’t feel pain. Seeing Xiu panic like this, he didn’t even care about the belly anymore and immediately sat up to comfort Xiu. “I’m fine, be careful…”

“Lie back down.” Xiu pushed him back onto the bed with a cold face.

He pulled open Wen Chu’s heavy clothes.

The boy’s body, which hadn’t seen the sun all year round, was exposed. On his pale chest was a bloody, gaping hole.

Xiu’s expression became even uglier. He took a deep breath to suppress the urge to go out and slaughter the entire Wen family again, and steadied his hands to apply medicine to Wen Chu.

“Why did you get injured even though we avoided the original development?”

Wen Chu looked at the now empty place behind his heart where his thoracic vertebra should have been and thought, “Because this is a key plot point?”

Even if he didn’t follow the plot, he had to lose his thoracic vertebra at this time; otherwise, it wouldn’t fit the established facts of the illusion.

He could change the daily routine, but the grand plot of the illusion was something even he couldn’t interfere with.

Xiu’s hand gripping the bottle tightened, feeling utterly powerless at this explanation.

If they were in the outside world, he would have plenty of ways to protect Wen Chu.

But a ghost’s illusion was the most unreasonable place. A flippant “key plot point” could cause Wen Chu to be seriously injured even when he had clearly protected him.

Illusion, illusion…

He couldn’t kill Wen Chu to break the illusion.

But if he couldn’t leave with Wen Yan, was he supposed to waste decades in this illusion with Wen Chu, watching helplessly as Wen Chu was made into a Formation Eye before they could leave?

What was the difference between that and watching Wen Chu die with his own eyes?

Xiu stopped his strength just before crushing the porcelain bottle.

He was skilled at treating wounds and quickly bandaged Wen Chu. Seeing that the wound had stopped bleeding, Xiu’s tense nerves finally relaxed.

As the adrenaline receded, the overwhelming pleasure accumulated from the strenuous exercise just now gained the upper hand.

The fetus in his abdomen, the body unable to vent, the friction of his clothes.

Clang—

Xiu couldn’t hold the porcelain bottle steady. It fell to the ground and rolled away, while he himself broke out in a sweat from holding back, sitting on the floor in a daze.

His thoughts became sluggish.

Relying on the fact that Wen Chu was on the bed and the floor was a blind spot, Xiu pinched himself viciously to regain some rationality.

“Do you… have any obsessions?” Xiu tried hard to keep his mind on serious matters.

Wen Chu was blank. “I don’t know.”

Except for Xiu, he didn’t know what he wanted.

Even looking at the original “Wen Chu’s” memories, apart from feeling it hurt and feeling depressed, Wen Chu didn’t feel anything special.

“Does eating my fill count?” Wen Chu suggested uncertainly.

Xiu: “…Probably not.”

He hadn’t let Wen Chu go hungry or thirsty these three days. If Wen Chu’s grievance was really just about being full, the illusion should have broken long ago.

“Then I don’t know,” Wen Chu gave up.

Restricted by the angle on the bed, he really didn’t notice anything wrong with Xiu. Lying down, he could only turn his head to look at Xiu’s face.

Too troublesome. Wen Chu wanted to sit up immediately.

Unexpectedly, watching his movement, Xiu said thoughtfully, “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Eh?” Wen Chu froze.

Xiu: “When you were beaten back then, you held me and cried for a good while.”

Now Wen Chu had a hole poked through his heart and was vomiting blood, so why did he act like nothing happened?

Wen Chu: …

Oops, completely forgot to pretend it hurts.

He saw Xiu being too nervous, and his mind was filled with “don’t want to cause trouble for Xiu,” so how could he think of adding fuel to the fire at this time?

Wen Chu swayed and tried hard to squeeze out some tears. “It hurts. I just—just, it hurt so much I forgot to cry.”

Xiu: …

Xiu watched coldly at Wen Chu’s clumsy acting trying to squeeze out tears, contemplating whether he should play along or expose this lying little ghost.

Suddenly, he saw two lines of blood-red words gradually appearing on the wall behind Wen Chu.

【You violated the Little Young Master’s taboo】
【Remaining punishment time: 23:59:59】

Xiu: ?

Does fake crying count as crying too?

Obviously, the illusion wouldn’t reason with him. As Wen Chu tried hard to squeeze out a few tears of blood, sinister winds rose outside the room again.

The door he had kicked open restored itself, and the newly made window vanished without a trace.

Bang—

The door closed, and the room plunged into darkness.

Halfway through crying, Wen Chu realized something was wrong. He looked at the changes in the room in confusion, then glanced guiltily at Xiu.

Seems like we entered punishment time again.

Last time he lied to Xiu that the so-called “punishment time” was a dream.

How was he going to explain this now?

Xiu sat on his knees by the bed, also pondering this question.

As early as when he discovered Wen Chu could see his pregnant belly, Xiu had doubted whether the punishment time was a dream.

But during punishment time, Wen Chu stubbornly believed the thing in his belly was a bastard seed from who-knows-where and even thought about f**king him into a miscarriage, whereas the usual Wen Chu cared about his lower abdomen very much.

Xiu didn’t think Wen Chu, this petty ghost, was the type who would pinch his nose and accept a lie like “punishment time is a dream” knowing he was being cuckolded.

So—

Xiu looked at the white-haired boy on the bed whose expression was unclear, felt his body reaching its critical point, pursed his lips, suppressed his shame, and whispered, “I’m pregnant with someone else’s child. Aren’t you going to continue?”

It should be a dream, right?

After all, he felt no discomfort after waking up last time.

Wen Chu was still frantically thinking about how to lie when he heard Xiu suddenly blurt out such a sentence, staring wide-eyed in astonishment.

What? Someone else’s? Isn’t Xiu pregnant with my Ghost Qi??

Wen Chu couldn’t wrap his head around it, but Xiu had already started unbuttoning his clothes, smashing the pot since it was already cracked.

He was really going to suffocate.

Jacket, pants fell to the ground one by one. In the end, Xiu was left with only a white shirt, sticking out his belly as he climbed onto Wen Chu’s bed.

He knelt in front of Wen Chu. Because he rubbed against the quilt, the corners of his eyes turned bright red.

Xiu subconsciously arched his waist and rubbed again. Wen Chu felt a scorching heat against his calves under the quilt.

Xiu leaned close to him, his voice sounding bewitching, “So, are you going to f**k me to death?”

Huh? Huh…?

Is there such treatment for being injured?

Wen Chu was dizzily led away by Xiu. “Okay…”

He reached out and pulled Xiu down. Just as he was about to continue, he saw the purple-red place on Xiu.

Only then did Wen Chu remember he was still blocking Xiu.

He had never blocked Xiu for so long; he only dared to do whatever he wanted because it was an illusion. Seeing the miserable state of Xiu’s lower body, Wen Chu shivered and woke up.

He immediately dispersed the Ghost Qi.

The blond exorcist froze for a moment, seemingly not expecting Wen Chu to let him go so easily.

He let out a panicked sob, almost subconsciously clamping his legs and curling up.

But hindered by the pregnant belly and Wen Chu, Xiu could only arch his body slightly, and then watched helplessly as he spat out a little white liquid, trembling, unable to spit out any more.

He seemed to be truly broken.

Xiu’s eyes were vacant. Finally crushed by the accumulation of three days, losing all reason, ignoring Wen Chu’s presence, he whimpered and rubbed against the sheets while reaching out to help himself.

Rubbing and touching, but after a long time, apart from becoming more purple-red, it was useless.

“Wu…”

He held his belly and trembled on the bed.

Wen Chu lowered his eyes, looking down at the blond exorcist in such a helpless state.

No one would have imagined that the handsome man who could slash evil spirits with a single sword strike and casually carve out someone else’s spine to vent anger for him just moments ago would be carrying his Ghost Qi, pitifully humping the sheets on his bed like this.

“So pitiful,” Wen Chu said aloud.

Xiu froze all over, actually spitting out a little more at Wen Chu’s voice.

Wen Chu gently brushed aside his messy bangs, leaned into his ear, and said, “So pitiful, Exorcist Brother.”

“Carrying a child from who knows which wild man, climbing into my bed. What’s wrong with you—”

Wen Chu dragged out his voice.

He forcibly pulled Xiu upright, met the other’s unfocused gaze, and wickedly entered completely.

“Is it because if you aren’t f**ked, you can’t spit it out?”

The muscles all over Xiu’s body were spasming wildly.

His rear was also blocked by Wen Chu, still wet and soft; Wen Chu encountered no resistance at all.

“Hah—hah.”

Xiu could only make a few hoarse gasping sounds.

The moment Wen Chu entered him, he finally spat out a bit of the accumulated white liquid.

At this point, it wasn’t pleasure anymore, but starting to hurt. Xiu wanted to close his legs but could only be forcefully pulled open by Wen Chu.

Wen Chu touched his belly, smiling, “Does the baby know Daddy is so lewd?”

Xiu looked at his bulging lower abdomen. His brain, which had turned into paste, finally dimly realized how lewd his actions were.

Shame finally crept up. Xiu’s earlobes were bright red. He whimpered, closing his eyes trying to dodge, but was pulled back by Wen Chu.

“Exorcist Brother.” The boy’s voice was obedient and sweet. “You can’t leave, or your front will be completely broken.”

Xiu trembled, finally only able to hold his belly and accept Wen Chu again.

From the bed to the desk.

Only when Wen Chu moved could he spit out a little. The whole room was a mess.

When he was pressed onto the desk, Xiu finally stopped hurting from tightness, and the purple-red color subsided.

But all of this was too much for him. Even if his body hadn’t reached its limit, the mental stimulation left him teetering.

Xiu supported himself on the desk, his lower abdomen obviously a size larger again.

He was f**ked into a daze, subconsciously retreating, “Enough… stop…”

Wen Chu was dissatisfied. “Why? Is Brother treating me as a tool? Satisfied yourself and then throwing me aside?”

Xiu struggled to explain, “No…”

He just needed to rest.

If this continued, it wouldn’t be him turning purple from holding back; he might start spitting clear water because there was nothing left to spit.

Wen Chu, however, had already squeezed out a tear. “You are. You climbed into my bed carrying someone else’s child, just using me as a tool to release your desire. Used up and thrown away. I’m going to cry.”

Xiu was more nervous than him, trembling and trying to turn around. “Don’t… don’t!”

However, he was too late.

Xiu watched helplessly as the time on the wall jumped from 【17:21:28】 to 【31:21:28】.

“No… no…” Xiu’s upper body leaned against the cold desk, grabbing blindly, attempting to make the hard-earned time go back.

He would die. He would really be f**ked to death.

The white-haired ghost behind him stopped crying, chuckling lightly as he clasped Xiu’s waist.

“No what? Isn’t this what Brother wanted himself at the start?”

Wen Chu looked at the brush and ink on the table, and a new idea formed in his mind.

He stopped his movements.

Xiu was still trembling. Wen Chu’s sudden pause made him feel somewhat at a loss.

Just as he wanted to turn his head, he heard Wen Chu’s thoughtful voice from behind, “Exorcist Brother, you climbed into my bed. You won’t carry the child and climb into someone else’s bed, will you?”

Xiu shook his head desperately, afraid Wen Chu would make a scene and cry again.

Wen Chu didn’t cry. He just smiled and touched Xiu’s side face, then picked up the brush from in front of him.

“I’ll make a mark for you, how about that?”

Xiu didn’t understand, but Wen Chu gave him no room to refuse.

A sudden coldness came from his lower back, near the tailbone.

It was Wen Chu writing on his body.

“What are you writing?” Xiu shrank from the cold.

Wen Chu avoided the question. “You’ll see for yourself later—Alright, the ink isn’t dry yet, so Brother needs to raise his waist higher.”

As Wen Chu spoke, he supported Xiu’s waist and laid him flat.

Xiu’s upper body was pressed against the desk, and his lower abdomen was suspended. Being pulled up by the waist like this, he had to change from sitting on his heels to half-kneeling.

Offering himself right before Wen Chu’s eyes.

There was no reason for Wen Chu not to continue eating.

“What a pity,” Wen Chu whispered.

If they were outside, Xiu at this moment would definitely be full of Yang energy and smell delicious.

He could have taken many bites.

…

Wen Chu still had a little conscience. He didn’t continue to force fake tears, and let Xiu go when the time was up.

Xiu was first held back, then begged to be blocked when he had nothing left to spit out and broke down. Finally, he was completely knocked out by a chop from Wen Chu’s hand.

Wen Chu looked at the mess in the room and Xiu, who looked eight months pregnant, touched his nose guiltily, and began to clean up the scene.

The room was completely renewed, and he transferred another ten hours of lifespan to Xiu.

【Lifespan -10h】
【Remaining Lifespan: 10 days 01 hour 21 minutes】

Looking at his lifespan about to drop below ten days, Wen Chu sighed.

His remaining lifespan was only enough to do it with Xiu twenty-four more times.

If they didn’t get out soon, he would become the first seductive ghost to die from doing it too much.

Simply a disgrace to the seductive ghost community.

…Wait, he was a ferocious ghost.

Wen Chu daydreamed while dressing Xiu.

The lower body was fine, but when buttoning the shirt on the upper body, Wen Chu looked at Xiu’s lower abdomen and was stumped.

Xiu couldn’t wear the shirt anymore.

Not just the lower abdomen, his breasts had also swollen along with the pregnant belly. There wasn’t a single button on the shirt that could be fastened.

Change Xiu into a cloak?

That would make Xiu suspicious, right?

After struggling for a while, Wen Chu chose to give up. He simply stuffed Xiu, draped in the unbuttonable shirt, into the quilt.

Whatever, let Xiu find clothes himself when he wakes up.

What did getting pregnant in a dream have to do with him, Wen Chu?

He was just a pitiful little thing whose heart had just been carved out.

Thinking this, Wen Chu looked at the bandage on his chest.

Good, the wound didn’t split open either.

Wen Chu felt he hadn’t left any leverage against himself, so he lay down next to Xiu with peace of mind, rolled into Xiu’s arms, and slept together.

It was just that Xiu’s belly was a bit troublesome.

He couldn’t even hug Xiu’s waist to sleep.

.

The sun set in the west, and Xiu finally opened his eyes.

He looked at the sunlight falling on the bed, dazed for a moment, before realizing with hindsight what he had experienced.

Xiu’s earlobes instantly turned bright red.

“Mmm…”

Hearing the boy’s confused mumbling beside his ear, Xiu looked to the side and found Wen Chu sleeping curled up in his arms.

The white-haired boy curled up, taking only a little space, leaving most of the room for his pregnant belly.

Wait—

Xiu looked at his eight-month pregnant belly and touched it stiffly.

It was real.

The lower abdomen had grown larger again.

And it was large enough to affect movement.

If it happened again, he wouldn’t even be able to touch himself or rub the sheets, because the belly would hinder his movements first.

The muscles on the lower abdomen before had all turned into soft flesh now. Xiu even felt that his chest was starting to grow larger and softer.

Don’t tell me I can produce milk too…

Xiu imagined that scene, then sat up abruptly, shamed by his own thoughts.

No, he couldn’t go on like this.

He had to find a way to leave the illusion quickly.

It had only been three days and he was already about to give birth. The rules also said he would die of dystocia.

Even if he luckily survived this time, if he stayed here for ten years, he would probably be stuck in a cycle of pregnancy and childbirth from now on.

Thinking this, Xiu got up quickly, wanting to go out and continue the investigation. However, after standing up, he fell silent looking at his white shirt that couldn’t be buttoned at all.

He glanced at the restored door and the bloodless bed, then looked at the sleeping Wen Chu and gritted his teeth.

Little bastard. Has the ability to restore everything but won’t leave me a piece of wearable clothing.

Xiu could only temporarily dismiss the idea of going out. He opened the wardrobe to see if there were any clothes he could modify into a cloak.

Wen Chu’s room wasn’t big. It was completely full after Xiu moved a few large pieces of furniture in, so he had to find ways to save space.

For example, the mirror was attached to the wardrobe door; one could only see it by opening the wardrobe.

Xiu tossed aside the white shirt that was tight and hindering his movements. Just as he was about to bend down to find clothes, he glimpsed a black mark on his lower back in the mirror.

Confused and absurd memories returned, and Xiu instantly remembered where this came from.

He turned his head with difficulty to decipher the reversed handwriting reflected in the mirror.

—— Wen Chu Exclusive.