Wang Xiaomie turned to look back at the tomb passage behind him. Several small monsters stopped in their tracks with dejected expressions, whimpering softly within Wang Xiaomie’s sight.
“Whine~”
“Whimper~”
Wang Xiaomie looked at this group of monsters, who might be considered ugly and terrifying by outsiders, with a warmth he didn’t notice. He squatted down, and immediately, a dozen or so monsters, from Mu Yi to Mu Shi, rushed over and circled around him.
After patting each of their heads, Wang Xiaomie waved his hand.
“Go back now.”
“Whine~”
Wen Fengjin lowered his head and smiled. He had long seen that it wasn’t just Mu Yi and the others being cute and entangled, but Wang Xiaomie also couldn’t bear to part with them. So he didn’t drive the little monsters away, but instead teased Wang Xiaomie, saying, “Children’s mother, it’s time to go.”
Reluctantly, Wang Xiaomie stood up, and Wen Fengjin took his hand and walked outside the tomb.
With every step, Wang Xiaomie looked back three times. Each time he turned, the little monsters would lift their paws slightly, wanting to follow him. Finally, compelled by the order to stay and protect the tomb palace, they stopped in their tracks.
Several pairs of teary crimson eyes stared tightly at his back.
Wang Xiaomie: “…” Oh hell, I’m crying.
He resolutely walked a few steps without looking back. Wen Fengjin kept pace with him, taking large strides. He silently clenched his fist.
“Fengjin, if you’re confident, sacrificing something else is fine too. We must survive and come back.”
The long pupils flickered, and Wen Fengjin smiled, “Of course.”
As long as the blood sacrifice between them existed, no matter when or where, his shixiong would always be within his grasp. Viewing the deepest shackles in another way, they were the safest guarantee.
When they reached the surface, Wang Xiaomie took the backpack that Wen Fengjin had been carrying all along. Inside were a few changes of clothes, a mobile phone, and a power bank, among other odds and ends. They had changed into modern clothes in the tomb. While Wang Xiaomie connected the phone and power bank from the backpack, he looked up and asked the man whose gaze had been fixed on him the whole time.
“Why didn’t you bring the coffin this time? If you miscalculate and fail, it would be convenient to bury me on the spot,” he half-jokingly remarked.
Wen Fengjin smiled ambiguously, grabbing Wang Xiaomie’s collar to force him to look up. In Wang Xiaomie’s astonished gaze, he bent down himself, lips meeting forcefully, pressing down fiercely.
It was a quick and hard kiss. The man, with his delicate and beautiful features, had silvery strands of hair cascading coolly onto his face. Wang Xiaomie was held breathless by him, unable to swallow properly, his mouth feeling numb.
His Adam’s apple moved up and down as the man, as if handling a toy, lifted him up, sucking and nipping his round throat bone.
Wang Xiaomie bit his lower lip and didn’t make a sound, itching to scratch his neck after separating.
“I didn’t bring it because I’m sure we’ll definitely come back here. If I really mess up, I’ll make sure you come back here too. Understand?” he asked.
Wang Xiaomie’s face flushed a bit, and he couldn’t help but BiBi to him, “Bullshit! As if I don’t even understand you? If you accidentally kick the bucket, the person you’d want to kill with your last breath is ME!”
Wen Fengjin’s smile widened, lips moist from the previous kiss. He cocked an eyebrow, looking puzzled.
“How could Shixiong think that way? Don’t I love you?”
“Heh!” Damned pervert, it’s because you fucking love laozi that laozi’s scared! Do you think I’d relax my guard just because you acted like a toothless tiger for a few days?
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After recovering his memories, he knew Wen Fengjin inside out. That Wen Fengjin was—
Nothing good since he was young!
He didn’t have a conscience and was naturally evil, rebellious, and anti-social.
A white sesame-filled glutinous rice dumpling, he would break Yi Yan’s head without saying a single word.
Saying “love you~” was the same as “smash your dog head with a hammer~” with him.
What Wen Fengjin, who rose from adversity after their misfortune, enjoyed the most was revealing his true face to those righteous individuals, then giving them the greatest despair when they thought they were about to exterminate the “devil” and were elated…
[Is there anything more exciting than seeing your opponent go from hope to despair?]
This sentence was spoken by Wen Fengjin standing in a pool of blood. The people who besieged the Demon Lord thought their spy had found Wen Fengjin’s headquarters. In reality, that spy was flayed and interrogated to death by Mu Yi and the others on the first day he arrived.
Abundantly confident and hopeful, the people ambushed, only to be instantly shot down by a barrage of arrows.
Afterward, Wen Fengjin, carrying his already critically ill self through the bloodbath, displayed a satisfied expression, his delicate and beautiful features resembling a sinister ghost. He squinted his eyes, smiling as he stared at the one still breathing on the ground, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness to die as they watched him…
He said, “Shixiong, listen, isn’t this sound of shattering delightful?”
Wang Xiaomie understood. He was referring to the sound of hope shattering.
At that moment, Wang Xiaomie had to hold himself back; otherwise, he would have wet his pants in fear.
He confirmed one thing at that time: Wen Fengjin should be renamed Wen Fengzi.
“Wait!”
Thinking of this incident, Wang Xiaomie grabbed the tip of Wen Fengjin’s long silver hair, widening his eyes as he asked, “Since you knew about Yi Yan’s identity from the day you went to Bai Yu’s house, did you intentionally let Bai Yu…”
Wen Fengjin’s pale pink lips curved like a sickle.
It was all self-explanatory.
Wang Xiaomie: “…You’re mean, really mean!”
He’d been wondering why Wen Fengjin suddenly agreed to let Bai Yu stay at their house that day when he originally rejected it! So he was scheming even back then!
Wang Xiaomie viciously pulled his hair, showing two little zombie-pup fangs, really wanting to take a bite out of him!
Wen Fengjin raised an eyebrow, smiling as he said, “Are you going to bark like a dog again? Want to bite me? Oh no~ I’m going to be abused~”
Wang Xiaomie: “…” There! The dark moe font appeared!
Between biting him and then getting beaten up, or enduring it and not getting beaten up, Wang Xiaomie decisively chose the latter option, standing up sulkingly and grabbing his phone to contact Bai Yu.
He had contacted Bai Yu the day before last to ask him to come over by car, but he didn’t know where he was now.
“Xiaomie,” Wen Fengjin suddenly called out to him, “If Bai Yu…”
“Alright! I got it, I’ll be cautious!” Wang Xiaomie interrupted him, unwilling to suspect too much. “Bai Yu is such a straightforward guy, how can he help Yi Yan with those things?”
“Do you trust him that much? Even more than me.”
Seeing Wen Fengjin’s quickly cooling expression, Wang Xiaomie’s mouth twitched. “Are you jealous, buddy? Anyway, you have to maintain friendliness towards others. I’d rather trust my friends than doubt them.”
“You’ll be disappointed,” Wen Fengjin said firmly.
Wang Xiaomie sighed. He had long prepared for the worst. He always believed that Bai Yu was a good person, but what if Yi Yan had deceived him?
The phone call still went through.
“Hello, Da Bai? It’s Wang Xiaomie.”
… … …
A white pickup truck stopped at the foot of the rarely trodden mountain road, but there were many tire tracks nearby. Bai Yu also encountered several middle-aged men carrying cement for construction up the mountain.
They said that some wealthy person wanted to build a temple here. They were all hired laborers from nearby villages, engaged by the contractor for the work.
“That boss not only wants to build a temple but also promised to pay for repairing the nearby mountain roads. The old man guarding the broken temple in our village can move here too,” another added.
“I wonder who wants to throw money into our poor mountain valley!” another chuckled.
The tanned middle-aged men joked and continued to carry the goods to the mountain.
Watching their laborious figures disappearing into the distance, Bai Yu’s expression was blank.
Only Xiaomie and Boss Wen could build a temple on the mountain, he thought. It’s strange, he thought to himself, that while people are thinking about harming others, zombies are thinking about building temples and repairing roads. What a world we live in…
Bai Yu wiped his slightly reddened eyes and suddenly his phone rang. He felt something stuck in his throat when he looked at the phone and saw ‘Xiaomie’ on the caller ID.
“Hello.”
“Hello, Da Bai? It’s Wang Xiaomie. Where are you?”
“Oh, I’m just at the foot of the mountain. Since the car can’t go up, I’ll wait for you guys here. Do you have a lot of stuff this time? I’ll come help you carry it,” Bai Yu said, holding up his phone and reaching for the car door.
“No need, no need. It’s just a few steps away. We didn’t bring anything this time,” Xiaomie chuckled warmly on the other end of the line. “Just wait for us there for ten minutes. We’ll be there soon.”
“Okay, okay…”
He responded, and then the call ended.
Bai Yu’s face looked grim, his expression absent-minded as he put down his phone and picked up the water bottle beside him. He also took out a common plastic pill bottle from his pocket, labeled with vitamin B2, and unscrewed the cap to reveal ordinary yellow pills inside.
But Bai Yu stared at it, as if staring down some great scourge.
In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to that day, when Yi Yan told him that his grandfather had been killed by a Drought Demon. With no hope left, he cried bitterly, and Yi Yan’s previously strong attitude softened.
“Don’t think about it. I will handle those things, and I should do them alone.” Yi Yan muttered: “I’m the one who lost my head to tell you this. As long as you live the life you want… My only…”
“Your only what?” Bai Yu lifted his head from Yi Yan’s chest, not hearing clearly.
But Yi Yan shook his head, hugging him again.
“No, it’s nothing.”
“…”
“By the way, Bai Yu, could you… help me with something?” Yi Yan looked at him with determination in his eyes. “I must avenge Teacher Bai Cheng, and I also need to eliminate the hidden threat of the Drought Demon for the future stability of humanity. Will you understand my reasons?”
Bai Yu couldn’t argue. Yi Yan was seeking vengeance for his grandfather, something Bai Yu should be grateful for, and helping him was only right.
“What do you need me to do? I’ll help!”
Upon hearing this, Yi Yan pushed him away slightly, his face filled with joy.
Seeing Yi Yan finally not wearing a serious expression towards him, Bai Yu felt relieved. However, Yi Yan’s next words struck him like lightning.
Yi Yan said, “What I need you to do is simple, Bai Yu. I’ll give you a bottle of medicine. You’ll divide the pills inside into six doses and put them into Xiaomie’s drinking water. Don’t worry, it’s specially formulated, and even Wen Fengjin won’t be able to detect it.”
“No way!” Bai Yu’s eyes widened, and his voice unconsciously raised. “What does this have to do with Xiaomie?! I can’t do this!”
“Listen to me carefully,” Yi Yan furrowed his brows, soothing him with a calm voice. “How could such a skilled craftsman as your grandfather have died under mysterious circumstances back then? Wen Fengjin and the Drought Demon are acquainted. Can you guarantee that he wasn’t involved?”
Bai Yu lowered his eyes. “I…”
Yi Yan added, “This medicine has no harmful effects, Bai Yu. This time, I’m going to kill the Drought Demon. Consider it as leaving a contingency plan to restrain Wen Fengjin just in case things escalate too far, okay?”
“If I don’t do this, can you guarantee that I won’t become another victim after your grandfather?”
“I must avenge him! Monsters must die!”
“The journey to Qishan is very dangerous. If I lose contact… everything here will be yours. I’ve already written a will…”
In the morning light, the cyan mandarin jacket and neatly braided hair softened the man’s demeanor. Time had bestowed a serene and gentle aura upon this attractive man.
Bai Yu couldn’t imagine the scene of him being cruelly murdered.
Nor could he guarantee that Yi Yan wouldn’t be the next victim.
But he knew he didn’t want Yi Yan to get hurt…
“It really won’t hurt him?” Bai Yu heard his own trembling voice ask.
“Of course not,” Yi Yan hugged him tightly. “Trust me this once!”
“Okay…”
I trust you.
Haihhh, another one goes down the ditch 😮💨 All Xiao Meng want is one good human friend but it seems that even a simple wish is impossible 🫠🫠
Thank you for the chapter! 🫶