“Ah—!!! Blood! There’s so much blood!”
Wen Nuan, who had a handful of blood, wasn’t the one who had shrieked at the top of his lungs. Rather, it was a guest at the side in the resting area who screamed loud and clear. His voice resonated as if wanting to reach every room up until the roof.
It was the scarab beetle spirit, the guest who had wanted to ask Wen Nuan on a date earlier. It seemed like he wasn’t always timid.
When the scarab beetle spirit yelled, just about everyone in the lobby turned to look at Wen Nuan. Fan Liangda looked over as he was receiving guests on one side. He quickly settled them in, hurriedly running over to see the situation.
But Fan Liangda was a step late, as someone else was speedier by miles, already standing in front of Wen Nuan.
Baili Wuchang grabbed Wen Nuan’s wrist with a gloomy expression. Wen Nuan hadn’t even reacted yet, raising his head to look at the guest from Room 404 with awe.
No matter how many times he saw him at close range, Wen Nuan felt like the guest from Room 404 was really just too attractive, handsome to the point where he would make anyone’s knees weak.
“Yi, what happened?!”
The scarab beetle spirit on the side exclaimed again. He widened his eyes in disbelief. “No way, I clearly just saw Wen Nuan’s hand covered in blood. How could it all disappear like that…”
Wen Nuan finally shook off his dumbfoundedness. Looking down, he also gasped in surprise. “How could that be?”
The bloody card in Wen Nuan’s hands disappeared, as well as any trace of blood. In the hand firmly grasped by Baili Wuchang, there wasn’t anything at all. It was like everything earlier was an illusion…
Baili Wuchang’s face was still ugly. He said nothing, only letting Wen Nuan’s hand go.
Wen Nuan knew he shouldn’t be thinking arbitrary thoughts, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit of pity in his heart. I got to feel the nice-waist guest’s hand earlier; it would’ve been nice if I could hold it longer.
The nice-waist guest’s hand was so large, it seemed secure just looking at it. His fingers and knuckles were well-defined, and also very slender. It’s just that his hand had no warmth; it was icy cold.
Wen Nuan’s attention inadvertently flew far away as everyone else’s attention was still on the bloody card.
The scarab beetle spirit said, “Oh, I know. Perhaps it was a practical joke? Who would do such a meaningless thing? Really!”
“It had to be that mistress’s practical joke.”
Someone spoke without hesitation.
The crowd turned towards the speaker, who was of course, the guest in black clothes.
The guest in black clothes was extremely indignant, continuing, “That mistress wants to be a homewrecker. This isn’t the first time there’s been a practical joke. It really irks people to death! And they haven’t given up!”
Wen Nuan realized, it had to be the person who called the guest in black clothes earlier and made all those threats. It seemed like romantic relationships weren’t easy. If you weren’t together, you would worry about gains and losses, and if you were together, you had to watch out for people trying to destroy you.
At the mention of the mistress, the guest in black clothes was once again provoked, almost hopping on the spot and cursing out a few lines.
“At first, there would only be calls in the middle of the night to threaten me. Now, they’ve become bolder, doing these despicable things to scare people.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
“Last time was also like this. I was sleeping at home when I woke up to a strange note, and threats were also written on it.”
“P vbc’a ufa la…Lbk vlv tf ufa lcab ws tberf? Fcifrr…”
Ktf uefra lc yijmx mibatfr ufraegfv jr tf rqbxf, jiwbra xcbmxlcu atf yjrfyjii tja boo tlr tfjv. Lf tegglfvis tfiv bcab la, qgfrrlcu la yjmx vbkc.
Pc atf yilcx bo jc fsf, Qfc Rejc rffwfv ab rff j ragjcuf “ajaabb” bc atf yjmx bo atf uefra lc yijmx mibatfr’ ifoa fjg. Pa rffwfv ojwliljg ja j uijcmf, yea ktfc tf kjcafv ab ibbx mibrfg ja la, la kjr jigfjvs mbnfgfv ys atf yjrfyjii tja.
No, rather than a tattoo, it was more like someone’s mark.
Wen Nuan’s heart thumped. Wasn’t it the same as the mark on the back of Ying Zi’s hand? It also appeared in my dreams before…
Remembering that mark’s shape, Wen Nuan felt his head start to get a little woozy.
“Oh!”
His wooziness was interrupted by the scarab beetle spirit’s exaggerated gasp.
Wen Nuan looked up unknowingly, and he also joined in with a gasp.
While Wen Nuan was off in another world, Baili Wuchang moved like a monster, dashing in front of the guest in black clothes. He reached out as fast as lightning, clamping his hand around his lower jaw.
With this move, Wen Nuan wondered if the guest from Room 404 had been reading too many handsome high-powered businessman plots.
On the sidelines, the scarab beetle spirit covered his eyes, afraid that in the next second, Baili Wuchang would lean down and kiss the guest in black clothes. In the majority of handsome high-powered businessman plots, that was always how it went. This was the so-called legendary series of events.
But under Wen Nuan’s scrutiny, the guest from Room 404’s gaze looked more like he was about to start a fight, as if there was going to be a “crack” in the next second, separating the guest in black clothes’ head from his neck.
“Guest…”
Wen Nuan felt a headache coming on. He quickly ran out from behind the front desk to stop Baili Wuchang. “If you have something to say, say it; guest, how about you put your hand down first?”
Baili Wuchang marched to the beat of his own drum, his actions unyielding. Without letting go of the guest in black clothes’ jaw, he raised his other hand, wanting to rip off his baseball cap.
“Ah! What are you doing!”
“You can’t! Stop!”
“Let me go!”
The spectacle was already easily made into a misperception, and adding on the strange shouts from the guest in black clothes, it attracted countless more gazes from all around.
It was already past midnight now, so the majority of the guests entering and exiting weren’t living people, but ghosts from the Underworld who came through the ghost gate.
The ghosts turned towards the source of the hubbub to see the protagonist of the “assault”, who was none other than the Hell-renowned ghost envoy, Lord Baili. In an instant, nobody dared to pry, scattering all thoughts of gossip one after another.
Everyone was a ghost who had already died once and knew that life was meant to be treasured. Nobody wanted to die again because of gossip.
The guest in black clothes was still struggling. “Let me go! Don’t take off my hat! You can’t do this! Let go now, ah—”
Compared to Baili Wuchang, the guest in black clothes simply wasn’t a match. He defended his baseball cap for what seemed like ages, but in the end, it was still plucked off.
“Ah!” The guest in black clothes lost his head out of fear, covering himself with his arms and rapidly shouting, “Don’t look, don’t look! No pictures, no crowding, but if you want my autograph, line up and I’ll sign for you, but please don’t crowd around!”
“G…uest?”
Wen Nuan was stupefied after hearing the succession of words. The development of this plot wasn’t going in the normal pattern, making him confused. What was going on right now?
The guest in black clothes cowered for a long while until he realized his surroundings were quite quiet; there was no scene of crowding or frantic pushing.
He slowly raised his head, only to see guests entering and exiting the lobby, checking in if they were checking in, and taking the elevator if they were taking the elevator. Everything was neat and tidy.
“This…doesn’t make sense…” The guest in black clothes was tongue-tied. He grabbed Wen Nuan’s hand, pointing at himself, saying emotionally, “You…don’t recognize me?”
“Pow—” Baili Wuchang rudely slapped away the guest in black clothes’ hand, coldly interrupting, “How did you get that mark behind your ear?”
Right, the mark…
Wen Nuan had only vaguely caught a glimpse of the mark behind his ear earlier, but now that the guest in black clothes wasn’t wearing his baseball cap, the mark was clear for all to see.
It turned out that Baili Wuchang’s strange actions were because he wanted to see the mark behind his ear.
Wen Nuan widened his eyes. He really hadn’t seen wrongly; that mark and the mark on the back of Ying Zi’s hand were one and the same. But he didn’t know the significance behind it…
“What mark?” The guest in black clothes didn’t want to talk to Baili Wuchang. This wasn’t his point.
The guest in black clothes pointed to his own nose and said, “You all don’t recognize me? None of you actually recognize me? Do any of you watch TV? Tang Qizhuan! Surely you’ve heard the name Tang Qizhuan? I’m that very Tang Qizhuan.”
The guest in black clothes’ voice rang loud and clear, announcing his identity. Unfortunately for him, things didn’t play out according to his imagination. The guests passing by only gave him a glance at most, thinking that his outburst wasn’t anything of an accomplishment.
One guest passing by had a face full of joy, whispering, “Wow, quickly look; it’s Lord Baili!”
“It is, it is; he’s so handsome; he’s even more handsome than the pictures from interviews in Hell’s magazines.”
“No wonder he’s Hell’s number one beauty; the name isn’t in vain.”
“I kind of remember…” Wen Nuan was someone who was quite a cheerleader, saying, “I think I’ve watched one of your movies. The movie was called…what was it called again? I’m sorry, I forgot.”
No wonder why the guest in black clothes dressed the way he did. It turns out this guest was a celebrity. Wen Nuan didn’t keep up with celebrities, nor did he have the time to, so he wasn’t very familiar with them. But he still vaguely recalled that many girls in his department liked a certain celebrity named Tang Qizhuan who was very popular.
It was a shame that it was past midnight in the Hell Chain Hotel right now. All the active guests were ghosts rather than living people. Even though ghosts also chased celebrities, they didn’t have the same “tastes” as living people.
It was evident to see that in the Hell Chain Hotel, the ghost envoy Baili Wuchang’s popularity was sky high, much higher than some Tang Qizhuan.
This was the first time Tang Qizhuan had been received so coldly. He stood blankly in disbelief, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
Wen Nuan felt as if he had discovered the New World. Tang Qizhuan was one of the hottest stars right now. Many fans viewed him as a prince on a white horse, and there was no shortage of female fans or wife fans. There was no way any of his female fans or wife fans knew that Tang Qizhuan was already in a relationship, and with a boyfriend, at that.
Baili Wuchang didn’t know and didn’t care if Tang Qizhuan was a celebrity or not. His temper simmering, he said, “I’ll ask you once more. How did you get that mark behind your ear?”
Tang Qizhuan raised a hand to touch behind his ear, baffled. “What mark? I’ve had this since I was little; how am I supposed to know how I got it?”
Baili Wuchang wrinkled his brow. “You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?” Tang Qizhuan was interrogated into confusion.
Baili Wuchang sunk into silence. He didn’t get the answer he wanted, so he didn’t say any more, turning to leave.
“How random…” Tang Qizhuan waved his hands. “I want to check in. Is the process done or not?”
“My apologies, guest. I’ll finish up for you right now.” Fan Liangda walked over from the sidelines. He turned to Wen Nuan and said, “I’ll do it, Wen Nuan. You should rest up; you’ve been busy for a while.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks, Senior Fan.” Wen Nuan nodded.
Wen Nuan had been busy since eight in the evening. Thinking about it, his waist and back really did feel sore.
After leaving the front desk, Wen Nuan turned to see Baili Wuchang, who was also leaving.
Wen Nuan’s curiosity haunted him. He jogged to catch up with Baili Wuchang, smiling and asking, “Guest, what’s the significance behind that mark? Mr. Tang’s mark and the mark on the back of Ying Zi’s hand are one and the same. It seems super mysterious.”
Baili Wuchang paused in his step, lowering his eyes to look at Wen Nuan. He said shortly, “This is not something you should be curious about.”
Wen Nuan was already prepared for this. He knew that Baili Wuchang’s nature was like this; he wouldn’t straightforwardly tell him the mystery, so he wasn’t at all disappointed.
Baili Wuchang stared at Wen Nuan, suddenly saying without heads or tails, “Stay away from that Tang Qizhuan. He’s already dead, but he’s still a big inconvenience.”
The author has something to say: [Mini Theater]
Wen·Wants to Get Rich·Little-Nuan: Don’t crowd, don’t cut in line, please line up in an orderly manner! The following sets are 100 yuan! Please choose on your own accord~
[Package A] 20 second handshake with Lord Baili + 1 signed photo of Lord Baili sexily bathing!
[Package B] Take 1 photo with Lord Baili + 1 signed photo of Lord Baili in silk pajamas!
[Package C] 2 second hug with Lord Baili + 1 signed photo of Lord Baili vaguely smiling warmly!
Wen-Little-Nuan: I’m rich, I’m rich; my tuition and living expenses are all funded for!
Lord Baili: …
He’s dead!? 😱
Uh ohhhh. So he himself probably didn’t know that and simply thought his boyfriend was cheating 😭 this is so sad TvT
Ah this makes sense. Kinda sad 🙁