“What are Brother Rong and Brother Fu doing upstairs? It’s been forever,” Huang Mao mumbled as he idly scrolled on his phone in the living room. He stretched and, while extending his legs, accidentally kicked the sleeping black figure on the couch.
“Hey, Brother Dog? How come Brother Rong left you behind?” Huang Mao was astonished and sat up abruptly. The Ghost Dog King had always stuck close to Wu Rong, so it was unusual for it to be on its own. He peered at the large black dog that was lying beside the sofa seemingly fixated on the staircase. Huang Mao leaned down to scratch its ears but he was swatted away with a paw. He wasn’t offended and grinned, saying, “Brother Dog, are you upset? I’ll get you a big bone to make you happy in a bit.”
“Xiaomi, can you handle spicy food?”
Huang Mao turned around to ask Su Xiaomi, who was playing games while also noticing a new tattoo-like pattern on his hand, asking, “What’s this? I don’t remember seeing it before.”
“I like extra spicy… my brother left it for me. He went out for a walk first,” Su Xiaomi replied.
Feeling hungry himself, Su Xiaomi put down his phone and joined Huang Mao, who was experienced in this matter, saying, “This store isn’t spicy enough.”
“Let’s add some more spicy dishes; dogs can’t eat spicy food, right?”
The two leaned in close, muttering to each other. Huang Mao sneezed, rubbed his nose and asked curiously: “I haven’t seen your brother yet, why is he leaving now?”
“He thinks it’s too hot in the room… I also want some watermelon shaved ice.”
“Is it hot in the room? Where is the heat?”
Huang Mao didn’t understand, so he glanced at the air conditioner that was turned on at 22 degrees. The cold wind was so cold that the mosquitoes didn’t dare to fly around. Shaking his head and shrugging it off to put it behind him, he added a few more bowls of shaved ice: “Brother Rong also likes watermelon, I’ll order a few more for him – holy shit!!”
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the person staggering downstairs. Huang Mao was so startled that he almost jumped up and couldn’t hold his tongue straight:
Cousin, cousin, why are you awake?!”
“…It’s too hot.”
Bai Gu almost floated down the stairs with his eyes closed, looking like a ghost in his all-white attire. Huang Mao and Su Xiaomi watched in astonishment as he staggered down and, without opening his eyes, found a sofa with his intuition and lay down. He continued to look like he was unconscious. Huang Mao even leaned in to check his breathing, making sure he was still alive.
“Strange, didn’t they say that cousin had to wait until he got out of Jieyang to wake up? And why is everyone saying it’s too hot in here?”
Huang Mao couldn’t understand and cranked the air conditioner down to the lowest setting. The cold wind suddenly became stronger, and the human-faced spider hiding in the bathroom crawled out from under the air outlet to enjoy the coolness, carrying the little spider on its back. The black spider, however, seemed lifeless, not responding even when Huang Mao tried to lure it with leftover chicken strips from the day before. He reached out to touch the spider’s glossy black exoskeleton but quickly pulled his hand away due to the intense heat.
“Shit, Su Xiaomi, come see this. Is Rong-ge’s spider cooked? Why is it so hot?”
“It’s just excess Yang Qi. It’s normal.”
Su Xiaomi’s gaming character had just died again, so he slammed his phone down in frustration and immediately transformed from a gaming addict into a pretty little Daoist with perfect features. He urged Huang Mao, “Brother Cheng, hurry up and order some food. I’m starving.”
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“Okay.”
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Su Xiaomi stammered and fumbled, then, looking at Huang Mao who was confused, he decided to say loudly and confidently, “I don’t understand either; I’m just a kid! Let’s wait for Rong-ge to come down, and you can ask him!”
“Right.”
In Huang Mao’s eyes, Wu Rong could do anything, and any unusual situation with him was just a testament to his extraordinary talent. After running his fingers through his messy hair, Huang Mao decided not to dwell on the issue any longer and placed an order for food. Su Xiaomi’s explanation seemed off, and he figured it was better to wait for Wu Rong to come down and clarify things.
Su Xiaomi was right; Even when it turned completely dark at night, Wu Rong and Fu Qing still didn’t come down. Huang Mao, who was increasingly concerned, decided to stay in the living room to watch over Bai Gu, who was still unconscious. Su Xiaomi refused to go upstairs to his room and instead lay beside Huang Mao, gaming all night.
Huang Mao couldn’t help but worry about Wu Rong and work on the live streaming platform. As the night wore on, he kept thinking about Wu Rong, and he couldn’t sleep. By the time dawn approached, he was so worked up that he took several cold showers.
“This is strange, why am I so agitated?”
Huang Mao, drying his hair, muttered to himself, “I didn’t even eat any mutton or leeks yesterday.”
After a couple of steps, he felt his nose start to run, and he realized he had a nosebleed. He cursed under his breath and quickly raised his head, heading back to the bathroom. While washing his face, he had a moment of self-reflection on his life as a single man. He couldn’t help but lament, “I really need to find a girlfriend.”
“Move aside.”
The hoarse and low voice, filled with exhaustion and a hint of danger, made Huang Mao’s scalp tingle. He jumped to the side as if he had been electrocuted. When he realized who it was, he was thrilled and said, “Big Bro, you finally came down—”
Wu Rong gave him a glance, and for some reason, Huang Mao couldn’t speak. He even started to breathe quietly. When Wu Rong finished washing his face and left, his lips remained as vividly red as they were when he first arrived, an unnatural hue that seemed like they had been repeatedly licked and ravaged by something. If Huang Mao hadn’t known that Wu Rong hadn’t left the villa the night before, he would have thought he had a rendezvous with a beautiful lady. After leaving the bathroom, Huang Mao noticed that the atmosphere in the living room had become heavy, almost suffocating.
Wu Rong took last night’s leftovers from the refrigerator and went to the dining room to eat alone. Su Xiaomi, who had stopped playing games, sat quietly on the couch, lost in thought. Huang Mao was the first to voice his concern, saying, “Hey, Xiaomi, something doesn’t feel right.”
Huang Mao was genuinely worried, ignoring Su Xiaomi’s glance that said, “Old single man, you finally get it!” He spoke earnestly, “Do you think Rong-ge has a fever?”
“Earlier, when he passed by me, he was so hot!”
Huang Mao was becoming increasingly convinced that Wu Rong had a fever. How could someone who was typically so cool, calm, and collected be radiating heat? Even his breath felt hot. Huang Mao didn’t understand why Wu Rong’s eyes were red. As a person who rarely gets sick, he might be in serious trouble. Huang Mao secretly looked up symptoms on Baidu and became more and more concerned, to the point that he couldn’t sit still and headed towards the dining room.
Su Xiaomi tried to stop him, but he was unrelenting and even dragged Su Xiaomi to the staircase. Coincidentally, they heard footsteps on the stairs again.
“Brother Fu!”
Huang Mao’s eyes lit up when he saw the person coming. Thinking about Fu Qing, who had spent the night with Wu Rong, Huang Mao approached him, saying, “Brother Fu, Brother Rong, he… he—”
Huang Mao suddenly stammered, shocked to find that Fu Qing’s lips were also red!
Dressed in a Daoist robe with a formal crown, his eyes as dark as ink, and an aura as cold and imposing as a snow-capped mountain, Fu Qing exuded an awe-inspiring presence that made one feel like merely thinking about him was an act of sacrilege. Under Huang Mao’s stunned gaze, Fu Qing walked past him with an indifferent expression. Huang Mao was shocked to his senses to the point that he sneezed and then stared at Fu Qing’s retreating figure, disbelief in his eyes.
From Fu Qing, he sensed a familiar aura.
“You, you, he, he, Wu—”
Huang Mao grabbed Su Xiaomi and stammered, struggling to form a coherent sentence. Su Xiaomi, looking exasperated, empathically patted Huang Mao on the shoulder and said, “Come on, let’s go to the dining room.”
Huang Mao, still dazed, followed him. As they neared the dining room, they saw Fu Qing standing at the entrance, locked in a silent exchange of glances with Wu Rong, who was already seated inside. Although there was no verbal communication, the atmosphere was thick with tension, as if they were discussing matters of great national importance.
In reality, Wu Rong didn’t even look up in response to Fu Qing’s gaze. He was focused on his bowl of watermelon ice. He ate with a lackadaisical attitude and didn’t raise his head. It was as if he had retreated into his own world, his face expressionless, and he seemed to resist any interaction with others. This aloof and negative demeanor persisted until Fu Qing spoke, breaking the weird silence.
Fu Qing: “The train will arrive in two hours.”
Crack.
Huang Mao watched in horror as Wu Rong’s grip crumbled the spoon in his hand. Wu Rong stood up silently, bypassing Fu Qing and going back upstairs. After a while, Huang Mao couldn’t help but worry and looked upstairs, but also checked on Fu Qing unintentionally. To his astonishment, he noticed that Fu Qing had set up two chairs side by side by the wall. He sat upright on the left chair, with his hands resting on his knees and his back straight, like a tall pine tree. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed as he stared down, deep in thought.
Even with all his concerns, Huang Mao couldn’t help but admit that Fu-daozhang was a rare and exceptionally handsome man. He appeared like a Daoist sage, fulfilling people’s fantasies about celestial beings and masters of the Tao.
Just when his mind was full of chaotic thoughts and he didn’t know what to do, a black shadow was thrown from the stairs and was caught by Huang Mao’s conditioned reflex. Is it a mobile phone?
“Take a picture.”
“Alright.”
Huang Mao was so accustomed to listening to Wu Rong that he nearly exclaimed “What the fuck.” Wu Rong came down from upstairs and put on the only black suit he brought! It was an unusual sight. Wu Rong’s features with his long and narrow black eyes and his overly pale face, did not make him look any less masculine. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the suit seemed to accentuate his mature allure instead of making him look childish. Especially when he sat down, looked up at Huang Mao, his eyes blank, and held a straight face, it almost knocked the phone out of Huang Mao’s hand.
“Are Rong-ge and Fu-ge trying to take a group photo?”
Huang Mao nervously chuckled, feeling that this formal photoshoot was incredibly strange. How can there be such a formal group photo!
While under the oppressive atmosphere, Huang Mao opened his phone, activated the camera, and saw the two of them sitting side by side, with formal clothing and looking straight ahead with blank expressions. The pressure in the room grew even more stifling.
Huang Mao quickly snapped two pictures but couldn’t escape the suffocating sensation that this wasn’t a regular photo; it felt more like a funeral picture.
“Um… could you guys smile a little?”
Huang Mao nervously suggested, trying to lighten the mood, “It’s so weird taking a photo so seriously, it feels like we’re taking wedding photos, hahaha! Haha… ha?”
The oppressive atmosphere had scared Huang Mao so much that he shivered and couldn’t speak. He just stared at the phone. But in the next moment, he noticed that Fu Qing, who had been looking straight ahead, had subtly glanced at Wu Rong, and when he looked back at the camera, he had a slight smile on his face. His smile was like melting ice and snow, so beautiful that it was almost unbelievable. Huang Mao started snapping photos compulsively, and it was only in the final shot that he realized that Wu Rong had also smiled.
Although Wu Rong’s smile was hesitant, with a trace of self-deprecation, it was the best shot in the series. The Daoist robe and the suit didn’t seem to match, but the combination of black and white and the perfect harmony between the two made up for it.
Even Wu Rong seemed to be lost for a moment as he gazed at the photo of Fu Qing’s smile. However, when he was about to upload the photo to the Civil Affairs Bureau, he seemed to struggle with it. Initially, he thought that the contract wouldn’t matter much, and that last night was merely about sowing the seeds of the Zhenyang Fire. But as Wu Rong found himself about to submit a “wedding photo” with Fu Qing and send it to the Civil Affairs Bureau, he couldn’t help but feel perplexed.
After all, in this life, he was just eighteen years old, and he hadn’t even reached the legal marriage age in his previous life. So, why was he registering at the Civil Affairs Bureau of all places?
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At the Ghost Territory, the Gobi Desert of the Undead, two figures swept across the black plain covered with bones one after the other. The overwhelming aura of absolute power radiating from them instilled fear in the other wandering spirits on the wasteland, keeping them at a distance.
The chase went on until the one in the lead emitted a sharp “ding.”
“Stop, stop! Oh, my old friend, don’t chase anymore. Ling Yun, my good friend, cease your attack. There’s a situation!”
The figure in front yelled from the top of his lungs, but his speed didn’t diminish as he continued to run. The strips of bandages fluttered behind him like strips of tissue paper trying to obstruct his pursuer. However, they were all severed by the relentless sword swings.
“Ha, a situation? The situation is that you’re due for a lesson, you need to be taught a lesson!”
Master Ling Yun went berserk, attacking without mercy. Recalling the incident a few days ago when the Coffin Old Man saw Fu Qing at the Seven Treasures Buddha Hall and almost got into trouble, with him having to wipe his butt, he was filled with resentment. He took it upon himself to teach the Coffin Old Man a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
“No, really, there is a situation this time. Don’t chase any further. I’ve already been pursued for three Ghost Territories, my good friend!”
The Coffin Old Man almost got sliced by the sharp sword that Master Ling Yun threw at him. He felt guilty and did not dare to fight back (he could not beat him). He continued to speed up like a squealing chicken. When he saw Master Ling Yun speeding up to catch up without hesitation, he was frightened. His heart trembled, and he kept saying:
“There’s a situation, there’s genuinely a situation this time!”
“Fu Qing, the Chunyang disciple, has just performed a Heaven and Earth worship with someone!”
[Author’s note: This is the fastest progress I’ve ever made with the protagonists. I swear, just a bit more and we’ll light a cigarette in solemnity.]
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
Going straight to the wedding….🤭
… what do you think happened during the night…?…..😶😶😶
Author’s note is reductive, progress took a shinkansen, progress directly took off!!!
The rest of them were not expecting that.
Wow he really tryin ta beat that tail mummy. 😂😂😂 they both finna cry when they see they boss married the enemy
…di- did- did our poor Rong Shen got eaten up clean yesterday night….?
Shen Rong (I doofed up on the name :D)
… Should I start expecting for the baby now? 🤣