After returning home, Bai Yu recounted the incident. He then looked with unease at Wen Fengjin, who was reading a book with legs crossed, and Wang Xiaomie, who wore a slightly puzzled expression in his casual attire.
“How do you guys see this?” Bai Yu asked.
“…Well, it’s quite good if he really knows your grandfather and has such a connection. You don’t need to worry about him hurting you,” said Wang Xiaomie. After all, Bai Yu had nothing to lose. Wang Xiaomie added, “But are you sure he’s telling the truth?”
“I’m sure,” Bai Yu nodded. “He told me a lot about my grandfather, and much of it matches my memories.”
Wang Xiaomie rubbed his chin. “Okay, that’s good news. Xiao Wenzi, what do you think?”
Bai Yu and Wang Xiaomie turned expectantly to Wen Fengjin, hoping for some solid advice.
The book lowered slightly, revealing Wen Fengjin’s coolly indifferent long, narrow eyes. He nodded casually, “Hmm.”
Bai Yu: “…”
Wang Xiaomie: “…What does ‘hmm’ mean, you darn ghost! I’ll beat you up!!”
Wen Fengjin sighed, closed the book with his slender, pointed fingers, and threw it onto the coffee table.
“Yi Yan won’t harm you,” Wen Fengjin looked at Bai Yu, suddenly smiling ambiguously. “If he teaches you, then learn from him.”
What does this mean?
Wang Xiaomie and Bai Yu were completely puzzled. Just as they were about to ask Wen Fengjin for clarification, he had already stood up, walked around the sofa, and passed by Wang Xiaomie. However, as he passed him, he bent down, and his lips came close to Wang Xiaomie’s ear. He chuckled and said, “Didn’t you see the flag at the entrance of Yi Yan’s door? Hmm? Little fool.”
The words ‘little fool’ sounded raspy and playful, like a popping candy bouncing on the tip of the tongue. Wang Xiaomie blushed, covering his ears for a while. When he came to his senses, all that was left was Bai Yu, who had been forced to eat dog food, staring at him with a resentful expression. Wen Fengjin’s footsteps had already disappeared upstairs.
“Ahem.” Wang Xiaomie blinked in embarrassment. “Let’s not talk about that. Anyway, we don’t think there’s anything wrong. Although Yi Yan is a bit strange, he himself said he won’t harm humans, and he seems to have a good impression of you… What the fuck?! Why is your face so red?!”
Two red spots appeared on Bai Yu’s tanned face as he shook his head with a silly grin.
“I was worried you wouldn’t agree before,” he said.
Wang Xiaomie blinked again. “What is there not to agree with?”
“Well… you and Boss Wen obviously don’t like Yi Yan, and we’re friends, so…” Bai Yu scratched his head. “I shouldn’t get too close to him, right?”
“Pfft!” Wang Xiaomie couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Hahaha, do you think we’re a high school girl trio? Hahaha… Unanimous foreign policy, huh. Just because we don’t like him, you think you should pretend not to like him too? Hahaha, Da Bai, you’re too funny.”
Bai Yu: “…”
Wang Xiaomie laughed, holding his stomach for a long time before standing up and sitting back down beside Bai Yu. He placed his hand on his shoulder and patted him. “Don’t overthink it, and don’t worry about what others think. If you like it, you like it; if you dislike it, you dislike it. Da Bai, just do what you think is right…”
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Bai Yu bit his lip, his eyes slightly red, and nodded heavily.
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“Hmm?” Bai Yu was still lost in his thoughts, looking foolishly up.
With a serious tone, Wang Xiaomie said, “I forgot to tell you something. Wen Fengjin and I are planning to go back to our tomb circle.”
“Pfft! Cough, cough!”
Bai Yu’s jaw dropped, “What? Tomb what?!”
Wang Xiaomie, “Tomb circle.”
Bai Yu’s brain stalled. “What circle?”
“…” Wang Xiaomie was mildly annoyed, “Tomb circle, you know what a graveyard is, right?”
Bai Yu nodded dumbly.
Seeing his bewildered expression, Wang Xiaomie twitched his lips, “No way, after living with us for so long, I also told you that we sleep in a coffin. You do know our true identity, don’t you?”
Of course, he did.
Although Bai Yu had an IQ deficiency, he knew this much. Bai Yu tightened his grip on his hand and asked urgently, “…So, you guys are really zombies, about to go back to your own graveyard. Will you… will you come back?”
“Of course,” Wang Xiaomie said. “We might be away for around a month, but we’ll definitely come back. During that time, I’ll trouble you to look after the house. I’ll leave some money for you to pay the electricity and water bills.”
“That’s good…” Bai Yu relaxed, waving off the rest of his words. “It’s fine, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep the house clean.”
Wang Xiaomie was indeed reassured. The two of them chatted a bit more about the situation with Yi Yan and the mess they might leave behind at home after they left.
On the third day, they started planning to buy a car for their trip. After all, the tomb palace was undoubtedly remote, and there was no direct route by public transport. Men always like fancy cars anyway.
Wang Xiaomie initially planned to buy a cool Land Rover or something similar – that’s what a man should drive.
However, he didn’t manage to buy one. It wasn’t because they didn’t have enough money; their bank account could afford several of those cars. It wasn’t that there weren’t any for sale either, considering it wasn’t a limited edition.
However, Wen Fengjin – damn it all – actually wanted to bring the coffin along!
Wang Xiaomie: …Big bro, just how much do you love this coffin? I’ll custom order eight or ten, is that okay!
Boss Wen stood by the coffin, unmoving, with a determined attitude. His handsome face was wrinkled, his eyes deep and profound.
“I want to take it with me,” he said.
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
Is it your wife, or am I your wife? Why do I feel like I’m less important than a freaking coffin? Is the coffin Wen Fengjin’s true form?!
Wang Xiaomie fell into silence. If Wen Fengjin’s true form is the coffin, does that mean I’ve been sleeping in his stomach… Fuck me! My goosebumps are tingling!
“Big bro, why do you want to bring it? We’re only going back for a month. With so many palaces and beds in the tomb palace, isn’t that enough for the two of us to sleep in?!”
Boss Wen: “Shixiong and I shared the same bed with this coffin for over a thousand years.”
Wang Xiaomie: “…So, the coffin is the third wheel between us?”
Boss Wen: “…No.”
Wang Xiaomie: “Hehe!”
Sometimes, kidney deficiency can result from an overwhelming desire to thrash someone. Wang Xiaomie rubbed his brow. His overwhelming ‘desire’ at the moment was unleashing a torrent of military boxing and Tai Chi sword on Wen Fengjin.
Bai Yu, who had accompanied them to choose the car, nearly peed due to laughter.
In the end, they chose a white pickup truck.
When it came time to pay, Wang Xiaomie’s hands were shaking. Not because he was stingy with money, but because he pitied his own desire for a bed. After buying it, though, Wang Xiaomie remembered something.
He didn’t have a driver’s license.
Wang Xiaomie: … Dying with a smile.
Wang Xiaomie hadn’t thought about the driver’s license issue because, during his time as Wang Xiaomie in college, he had already obtained a driver’s license. However, during this period, he completely forgot about his changed identity, leading to this comedy of errors.
As for Wen Fengjin, he certainly wouldn’t have a modern driver’s license.
Just as Wang Xiaomie was about to cry, Bai Yu timidly raised his hand. “I have a driver’s license. I can drive you there, and when you come back, I can pick you up.”
Wang Xiaomie looked at Bai Yu’s tanned face. If Wen Fengjin hadn’t grabbed him by the collar from behind, Wang Xiaomie might have lunged forward, tightly hugged Bai Yu, and shouted, “Good bro!”
“Da Bai truly lives up to his name! Such a warm baby!” Wang Xiaomie exclaimed.
Bai Yu proudly puffed up his chest and laughed.
With the car purchased and everything arranged, the three of them set off in the afternoon towards the tomb palace.
… … …
Desolate mountains and wild ridges, silent and deserted. The trees and weeds rustled in the breeze, and the damaged stone path bore signs of human repairs. Not far away, the abandoned ruins had been cleared, with piles of sand, soil, and stones on them. The unfinished small temple had already taken shape.
Wang Xiaomie looked at the stone path leading straight to the mountain top, recalling memories from his previous life. Back then, someone carried him over long stone steps, blood dripping from them like raindrops, so painful that even recalling it made certain places on his body faintly ache.
That endless pain and the overwhelming despair of never reaching an end pressed down like an avalanche.
“Shixiong.”
Wang Xiaomie startled back to reality. Wen Fengjin lowered his head to look at him, the cold hand covered his left cheek, and the thumb gently rubbed.
“It’s all in the past.”
“…Mm.” It’s all in the past.
Wang Xiaomie smiled, rubbing his face against Wen Fengjin’s palm, finding comfort in the cold hand and the deep affection in Wen Fengjin’s dark eyes.
Behind them, Bai Yu, who had been intermittently driving for two days, yawned with a hint of weariness, squinting his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw Wang Xiaomie and Wen Fengjin walking hand in hand, disappearing into a dense forest.
Wen Fengjin’s other hand was still holding a coffin at the time.
Bai Yu remained silent for a moment, thinking to himself: Am I just watching my friends walk hand in hand into the grave of love? That too with a coffin in tow?
Hmm…
It’s quite romantic… I guess.
… … …
Once again inside the tomb palace, for some reason, Wang Xiaomie felt a sudden surge of emotion as if he had just returned to his hometown from his in-laws, with his laogong carrying a coffin(?).
Especially when he entered the deep tomb passage, encountering a large blood lizard spitting blood-like saliva while rushing towards them on the opposite side of the tomb passage. Following that, there were giant human-faced tree mushrooms, long-haired water ghosts, and two ‘jellies’ whose half heads were embedded in the tomb passage wall, rushing towards them with a thunderous roar…
The feeling became even stronger – what the hell!!!
If it weren’t for Wen Fengjin holding him, he would have turned and run in a heartbeat!
Wang Xiaomie looked expressionless at the approaching army of monsters, feeling tears welling up inside. Do you think you are the little cuties who gather at the entrance and want to be hugged, kissed, and held high as soon as the door opens?
When surrounded by everyone from Mu Yi to Mu Shi, the big creatures excitedly circled around them, considerately taking their packages and coffin.
Their joyful appearance was simply beyond words.
Seeing them, Wen Fengjin, who was completely indifferent to humans, showed a hint of pleasure. He nodded, lips curving up, “You’re very well-behaved.”
Mu Yi and the others became even more delighted, all staring at Wang Xiaomie with expectant eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xiaomie also nodded and said, “Uh… very well-behaved.”
Their crimson bean-sized eyes lit up.
Wang Xiaomie: “…” For some reason, he felt like he had just become a Glad Dad.
