“You’re very strange.”
Baili Wuchang’s reddish pupils held a trace of confusion. He couldn’t help but curiously gaze up and down at Wen Nuan, sizing him up.
“The strange one isn’t me, it’s clearly Senior An and Mr. Su,” said Wen Nuan, rubbing his neck that had nearly broken off earlier. “One is a hypocrite who doesn’t want to do harm, and the other can’t do without him but feels a mix of love and hate!”
Baili Wuchang listened but didn’t really understand. He furrowed his brow. Wen Nuan’s words were strange, and they carried a hidden meaning between the lines. He seemed to know more about what was between “An Xiangbei” and Su Mu.
But that being said, Baili Wuchang was naturally indifferent. He didn’t care about other people’s business. Whatever grievances or passions shared between “An Xiangbei” and Su Mu were insignificant in Baili Wuchang’s eyes.
Baili Wuchang was rarely curious. But at this moment, he had several suspicions towards Wen Nuan.
Originally, Baili Wuchang thought Wen Nuan was his master, whom he’d been searching for ages.
However, Wen Nuan didn’t have that person’s unique birthmark.
Originally, Baili Wuchang thought Wen Nuan was a run-of-the-mill living person.
However, when “An Xiangbei” started “blackening” in front of Wen Nuan’s eyes, he wasn’t surprised or alarmed at all.
“You are…” Baili Wuchang couldn’t resist, saying again, “very strange. I’ve never met a normal person who has remained calm after seeing ghosts.”
Wen Nuan truly was calm to the point where if he saw ghosts, he wouldn’t show any sort of fear.
Wen Nuan waved his hand, eagerly saying, “If you were like me and grew up alone, you would understand why I’m like this. What’s scary about ghosts? Having no money is even scarier. That would make you a poor ghost in no time.”
Baili Wuchang: “…”
Though yesterday was Wen Nuan’s first day working at the Hell Chain Hotel, overnight, Wen Nuan had quickly noticed the unique crowd that came here.
The originally strange and mysterious atmosphere was made a little kooky through Wen Nuan’s words.
Baili Wuchang was at a loss for words when Wen Nuan initiated the talk in roast mode.
“Besides, I’m not stupid,” grumbled Wen Nuan. “There was a guest dragging several meters of his intestines behind him, and there was a guest who suddenly turned from a cockroach into a human. If I were any dumber or if my eyesight was any worse, I’d still be able to tell that this place isn’t quite normal.”
Speaking of which, Wen Nuan patted his own chest, his face cheerful. “Fortunately at that time, my eyes and hands weren’t too quick. If I had tread on that cockroach guest, the consequences would be too horrible to imagine…”
“It takes a handful of rice to catch a chicken. Nothing comes easy,” Wen Nuan continued. “The hotel’s salary is high, and all three daily meals are provided. In addition to the temporary dorms, the conditions are so good. No matter how you think about it, it’s too perfect, so there has to be a catch.”
The salary provided by the Hell Chain Hotel was indeed good, but of course there was a reason for it. After all, the Hell Chain Hotel was not an ordinary hotel. It was a hotel where both ordinary guests and ghost guests could stay. The workload required of the employees was greater than that of ordinary hotels, and the employees were required to be brave and have outstanding ability to work under pressure.
Wen Nuan added, “I was a little hesitant about a place that would break my three worldviews at first. But after thinking about it carefully, the salary in other places wasn’t as high…”
If he left the Hell Chain Hotel and continued to look for a new job, his rent, tuition, food expenses, utilities, transportation, and etcetera wouldn’t have a reliable funding source anymore.
“So after going through a passionate struggle with myself, I thought…” Wen Nuan finally arrived at his conclusion. “As they say, there are good people and bad people, so ghosts are about the same. I ought to treat everyone favorably. Just because some of the guests are ghosts, I can’t be prejudiced or discriminatory.”
Baili Wuchang: “…”
Baili Wuchang understood. To sum it up in short: Wen Nuan was poor, so even after fully understanding the hotel’s differences, he still wanted to stay.
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And here he had thought for a while that Wen Nuan held that sliver of Master’s soul. How could Master ever turn into such a chatterbox?
Baili Wuchang expressionlessly pondered, expressionlessly turned around, and expressionlessly walked away.
“Guest!” Wen Nuan ran after him asking, “Are you going to Room 1115?”
Room 1115 was the room Su Mu was staying in.
“An Xiangbei” used Wen Nuan as a hostage, and he successfully escaped. Right now he was probably on his way to Su Mu for revenge. Baili Wuchang was a ghost envoy, so his job was to arrest evil ghosts who escaped from Hell. He was definitely going to Room 1115.
Wen Nuan pointed to himself and said, “I’ll go with you.”
…
Room 1115.
The door wasn’t completely closed, and the lights weren’t on inside.
There was a “creak”, and someone went inside…
Su Mu stood next to the window, his head tilted up to gaze at the overcast moonlit sky. He heard a sound, and turning around, he saw someone come in.
“An Xiangbei” stood five steps away from Su Mu with a complicated expression on his face.
Su Mu wasn’t at all surprised at “An Xiangbei”’s appearance. He said, “It’s you.”
“An Xiangbei”’s hands tightened into fists. Without any preface, he spoke. “I want to ask you a question…Do you still remember someone called Su Mu?”
“Su Mu?” Su Mu seemed to have heard a joke. “I’m Su Mu.”
Su Mu’s calm demeanor and indifferent expression successfully infuriated “An Xiangbei”. “An Xiangbei” started to faintly tremble, black smoke rising from his body. It was just that the room was dark, so that black smoke wasn’t very distinguishable.
“Liar…”
“Liar!”
A deep and unrestrained growl came from “An Xiangbei”’s throat. His voice gradually sounded more choked up. “He liked you so much! He trusted you! Depended on you! You deceived him, killed him, and took away his everything!”
“Why…”
“Why did all of this happen…?”
“An Xiangbei”’s questions were responded with a laugh.
Su Mu walked forward two steps closer to “An Xiangbei”.
Tonight’s moonlight was fundamentally dim. Su Mu’s gaze and expression became harder to distinguish as he moved away from the window.
Su Mu laughed tauntingly. “Like? Trust? I think that’s just wishful thinking. You see…in the dark, even your own shadow will leave you. This is no more than a simple law of nature.”
Shadow…
Su Mu’s words held something more to them.
“An Xiangbei” felt like the last thread of hope he clung to had shattered to nothingness. He always wanted to ask Ying Zi, always wanted to ask why. Maybe Ying Zi had personal difficulties. Maybe everything was a misunderstanding.
But how pitiful…
“An Xiangbei” hung his head. His entire person warped, both body and face. Gradually, his entire appearance changed.
As it turned out, “An Xiangbei” didn’t lie. He was Su Mu, at least while he was alive.
When “An Xiangbei” finished transforming, his appearance was a little vague and illusory, but his face and Su Mu’s appeared exactly alike. The only differences were their hair and clothes. As well as…
That lonely, despairing gaze…
“So it was you.” When Su Mu saw “An Xiangbei”’s true form, he seemed to have a sudden realization. “I knew you felt familiar, but I didn’t think it was you.”
“It’s me…”
“An Xiangbei”’s voice came out distorted.
“It’s you,” laughed Su Mu, indifferent. “Even if it is you, so what? You should understand the situation by now. Even though this body is yours, you should be a ghost by now, and a little ghost without cultivation at that. As for me, I’m this body’s current owner. Do you think you can challenge me relying on that meager power of yours?”
“Moreover, look at the past you and the present me.” Su Mu brushed his shirt sleeves. “What kind of life were you even living before? You were ridiculed, despised, and isolated. Besides me who pitied you and stayed by your side, who else really looked at you? Who else cared about you? But now…”
Su Mu was right. Everyone knew. After Su Mu had an “accident” and was miraculously brought back to life, it wasn’t just his personality that had completely changed; Su Mu’s fate had also taken a groundbreaking turn.
He went from a run-of-the-mill student to a high-status social elite. No matter how cold Su Mu was, how strange his temperament was, or how passive his speech was, nobody dared to look down upon or isolate him.
Su Mu sneered, “As a person, you failed and suffered too much. Why should you? Why not give me your identity and let me live a more perfect life for you?”
“Huff, huff, huff…”
“An Xiangbei”’s breathing rapidly increased. Because of Su Mu’s words, his state of mind became more and more agitated. He glared resolutely at Su Mu, the corners of his eyes filled with hate. From the depths of his throat, he roared, “Kill you…I’m going to kill you!”
“Kill me?”
Su Mu disapproved. He raised his hand to loosen his necktie, undoing the first shirt button there. He laughed and said, “There sure are a lot of people who want to kill me; you aren’t the first. Oh, right, I almost forgot; you should know Yang Jie. She yelled about wanting to kill me every day. But what was the outcome? It was complete nonsense.”
“Yang Jie…” “An Xiangbei” muttered.
Of course he knew Yang Jie. Yang Jie was his advisor’s daughter, as well as his senior at school. They used to have a good relationship.
Earlier at the charity event, Yang Jie brought a knife in to kill Su Mu. With one stab, Su Mu had bled quite a lot, and it was a ghastly sight.
But speaking of which, Su Mu wasn’t an ordinary person to begin with. Ying Zi’s spiritual power was exceptional. That one stab couldn’t possibly deal substantial damage to him. Otherwise, Su Mu wouldn’t be standing in front of “An Xiangbei” laughing right now.
“Yang Jie…” “An Xiangbei” muttered this name again. His gaze grew gloomier, as if coming to some resolution. In a low voice, he said to himself, “Yang Jie couldn’t kill you, but…but I can!”
Even if it ends in mutual destruction…
He hadn’t even finished speaking his malicious words when he charged towards Su Mu.
The two only had three steps in between them to begin with, so this short distance didn’t take long to cross before “An Xiangbei” stood in front of Su Mu.
He swiftly raised his right hand amidst the black smoke. “An Xiangbei”’s nails suddenly protruded like a ghost’s claws. Without hesitation, they pierced into Su Mu’s body.
It wasn’t just the sharp nails; “An Xiangbei”’s entire right hand gored through Su Mu…
“Rip—”
The sound of fabric tearing could be heard. “An Xiangbei” felt the warmth of fresh blood, the blood belonging to Ying Zi right now, as well as the blood that used to be a part of him…
“Revenge…revenge…”
“An Xiangbei” murmured.
He heard Su Mu’s muffled grunt…
Revenge was much easier than he had imagined…
After just this one blow, “An Xiangbei” didn’t know how to react.
Su Mu hadn’t evaded him. He stood there like a wooden stake in the ground. He was in pain all over, and both blood and strength flowed out of his body, but he still stood. He clenched his teeth, faintly raising his arms, lightly embracing “An Xiangbei” and holding him close.
Very good…
Su Mu smiled weakly, voicelessly saying these words.
In the dark, “An Xiangbei” only heard Su Mu’s sigh of relief…
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Wen-Little-Nuan: What’s scary about ghosts? Having no money is even scarier!
Script rating: ****
Lord Baili: I need special service. Please come to my room.
Script rating: *********************
Hei Wuchang: Wah! Quickly look, the boss’s men-sao rating is almost as high as the sun! Bababa…
Bai Wuchang: Shut up.
Ying Zi what is your real intention? I have so many theories in my head!
IKR! I’m so confused 😭 what a cliff to hang on..
Thanks for the update ❤️