“Morning.”
“Morning.”
It was just after five o’clock, the time for morning exercises, so Fu Qing naturally woke up. When he first opened his eyes, the bright orange-red flames had not yet left and it was like the morning glow was reflected on his irises. When his eyes were fully opened, the indifference and darkness of the past were restored.
No, it was not quite the same as in the old days.
Wu Rong’s face was reflected in Fu Qing’s pupils. Wu Rong seemed to be staring at him thinking about something, but he didn’t expect that Fu Qing would wake up at this moment, and the two looked at each other inadvertently.
“Thank you for last night.”
Fu Qing nodded, his tone and demeanor remained the same as usual, which also made the slightly guilty Wu Rong relax, and he replied dryly: “Yes.”
Sunlight shone in from the window, reflecting on Fu Qing’s snow-carved face. Even in the pajamas provided by the hotel, and with disheveled hair, Fu Qing still exuded an abstinent and cold temperament from the bottom of his bones, just like in the book, The Miaogushe’s mountain is inhabited by a god, whose skin is like ice and snow, and whose beauty is like a virgin, making one not even dare to have the slightest blasphemous thought.
But in Wu Rong’s mind, he kept recalling those scenes from the middle of the night during the previous night; Fu Qing’s dazed and moist pupils, the blush at the ends of his eyes, and his focused and dark eyes – Wu Rong had planned to pretend that nothing happened and that it was normal. Who knew that the Zhong Gu had memorized all the classic scenes from last night!
When Fu Qing got up, he paused slightly, and Wu Rong felt a slight pulling sensation under his arm, and when he took a closer look, he realized that it was Fu Qing’s hair that was entangled in his hand. Wu Rong still remembered how it got entangled – shortly after going to bed last night, Fu Qing insisted on leaning over to hug him, but Wu Rong pushed him away, yet he kept rubbing against him and his hair got caught in Wu Rong’s hands
As if being scalded, Wu Rong quickly untied his hair three or two times, and jumped off the bed. Sternly scolding the Zhong Gu in his heart, at the same time, Wu Rong faced Fu Qing’s eyes and pupils, and for some reason subconsciously averted his eyes and avoided looking at him.
“How do you feel now?”
“Good.”
After Fu Qing woke up, his words seemed to be more succinct, and his eyes looking at Wu Rong were darker than usual, but Wu Rong didn’t notice.
When Fu Qing finally went to take a shower, Wu Rong realized that he had been holding his breath just now, and only now did he finally breath a sigh of relief.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Wu Rong was absent-mindedly listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and subconsciously rubbed his fingertips.
Fu Qing’s hair was wrapped there just now, and the ghost’s hair was also wrapped around his finger in the crack of the Tiankeng.
When Wu Rong got up early, he almost asked Fu Qing if he knew who his father was, or his grandfather. If it was someone from Wu Rong’s Aunt’s generation, then it should be Fu Qing’s grandfather. But him being his dad was not out of the question.
The Big Ghost did look a bit like Fu Qing with his hair loose, or Fu Qing looked like a big ghost. Judging from their appearances alone, the Big Ghost was older than Fu Qing, and his aura was also more terrifying. It was just that people would always be attracted by the closed facial features of the big ghost at first glance, and his cold and handsome face was the second.
Does anyone pay attention to whether ghosts look good or not?
Except for the freak, Wu Rong.
The more Wu Rong thought about it, the more he felt that they must be related. The beauty and ugliness of ordinary people could not catch Wu Rong’s eyes. Up to now, only the Big Ghost and Fu Qing had left a deep impression on him with their appearance and temperament. They also had a lot to do with the Fu family.
Could it be that the Fu family all grew up following his aesthetics?
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.
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Hold on.
Wu Rong, who found that his thinking was going astray again, sharpened his eyes, and coldly gave an ultimatum to the Zhong Gu who was making trouble.
“You are contaminated with my Yang, and your Extreme Yin will be excited by its agitation.”
Fu Qing’s straightforward words made Wu Rong’s ears feel hot. It was obviously a calm tone and a cold demeanor, but it was the calmness and straightforwardness that made people tremble even more.
“…I’m going to take a shower.”
There was no change of clothes for him here, so Wu Rong called Bai Gu and the others to bring them over, took a clean towel from Fu Qing, and went into the bathroom with a straight face.
What Fu Qing said just now seemed to have found a reason for the Zhong Gu, who kept making troubles, but Wu Rong still didn’t understand. He didn’t do anything yesterday, how could he have Fu Qing’s Yang energy on him?
Wu Rong stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror. Fu Qing took a cold shower again, so there was no mist on the mirror. Compared to his previous life, Wu Rong had just passed his eighteenth birthday, so he was considered a teenager. Perhaps because of his recovery of the Zhong Gu, the muscles on his body were not obvious. His shoulders were broad and his waist was thin, and he looked more like a streamlined figure trained in swimming, with no flaws at all.
Wu Rong couldn’t see any difference in himself. After thinking about it, he closed his right eye and only opened his left eye with ghost pupils.
Wu Rong: …
The sight in the ghost eye shocked Wu Rong and he froze in place.
The were scattered golden light spots floating in the bathroom, like little suns. The ghost eye could see the energy through the appearance of things. After opening the ghost eye, Wu Rong could easily distinguish between Yin and Yang.
But the Yang of ordinary people was just three fires on their bodies. How could there be so much Yang, like in Fu Qing, that it would overflow?!
Thinking of the entanglement of Yang and Yin that he felt last night, Wu Rong’s expression froze, and he looked down at himself.
After a long silence.
Wu Rong found that his whole body was glowing with a faint golden light, and there were traces of Yang energy everywhere!
He never thought that this thing could still be seen by the ghost eye. If Fu Qing hadn’t reminded him, he would’ve just gone out on the street like this, wouldn’t this be… wouldn’t this be the same as streaking!
It was a greater social death than streaking!
With a stern face, Wu Rong turned the shower all the way to the cold direction, opened it to the maximum, and started to take a bath with a deadpan face.
The bath lasted more than half an hour. Wu Rong had never bathed for such a long time. The water was Yin, but the yang energy seemed to stick to Wu Rong’s body. It was very troublesome to clean up, and it was everywhere. Wu Rong rubbed and scrubbed for a long time with his ghost eye open, and finally washed away most of the yang energy with the left arm of the big ghost that had more Yin Qi.
When the shower was turned off at the end of the bath, Wu Rong was relieved and went out in clean hotel bathrobe.
As soon as he arrived at the living room, he saw Bai Gu, Su Xiaomi and Huang Mao sitting obediently on one side of the sofa, and opposite of them was Fu Qing, who was wiping the mahogany sword. With the presence of the blood contract, Wu Rong knew that they had arrived ten minutes ago. Wu Rong, who originally wanted to ask Fu Qing if he had any relatives, temporarily stopped talking, as the current timing wasn’t right.
After all, it involves Fu Qing’s family affairs and the big ghost, so let’s talk about it when we are alone.
“Brother Rong, I brought your clothes!”
When Huang Mao saw him, it was as if the poor people saw the People’s Liberation Army. He jumped up and down to Wu Rong’s side: “Zhou Jin called this morning and said that he could take us to the Stone Gambling Conference in advance. He couldn’t get through to you on your mobile phone and just called me.”
“Mm.”
Wu Rong responded, changed his clothes and came out. When he passed by Fu Qing, he glanced at the mahogany sword that he hadn’t taken back yet.
“A crack?”
The Big Dipper was engraved on the light red wooden sword, and there was a very eye-catching crack in the center of the line connecting the seven stars. Wu Rong leaned over to look. He didn’t know much about the mahogany sword, he just felt that the ‘momentum’ of this wooden sword was much weaker after the addition of the crack.
“The lightning strike peach wood can’t stand my current Zhengyang fire.”
Fu Qing’s expression didn’t change much, and he put away the wooden sword.
“Let’s go.”
There were still two days before the official start of the Stone Gambling Conference, but now those who had been specially invited by the Zhou family and had the privilege of enjoying the stones in advance, like Wu Rong and the others, all arrived at the site of the Stone Gambling Conference at 7 o’clock. Large and small stones were divided into three factory areas. It’s hard to imagine that the rich and powerful Zhou family held a stone betting meeting in a semi-open-air place that looked a little rough, but stones like jadeite could only be selected under natural light.
“It’s quite correct to say that the morning glow does not go out, and the evening glow travels thousands of miles.”
Huang Mao held the little weasel in one hand, and shook his slightly wet shirt with his empty hand. Just after he left Fu Qing’s place, the sky that was originally clear was overcast with clouds, and it began to rain lightly. The rain was not considered dense, and several people did not have big umbrellas. They confirmed their identities with the staff and exchanged them for entry cards.
Originally, Wu Rong was not qualified to come in now, and had to wait two days for the official start of the conference. But the staff smiled and were polite, showing respectfully that Wu Rong, as a friend of Mr. Zhou and a distinguished guest of the Zhou family, would naturally be treated better.
Wu Rong, Bai Gu and others received not only an entry card, but also a concert ticket.
“King of Heaven’s Zhou is going to hold a concert in Jieyang? Why didn’t this matter make headlines?”
Several inspections were required to enter the venue. Huang Mao was bored looking at the rather elegant and exquisite tickets with black backgrounds and silver borders.
“Hey, cousin, why aren’t you talking today?”
Abnormally silent and distracted, Bai Gu walked along the inspection line like a ghost, as if he didn’t hear Huang Mao’s words at all, and looked at Wu Rong and Fu Qing who entered the venue early with a complicated expression from time to time.
Huang Mao, who was ignored, was dissatisfied and said “Hey”, and excitedly went up to pat Bai Gu on the shoulder, but was grabbed by Su Xiaomi’s sharp eyes: “Private concert, this is a private concert. It is specially prepared for the ghosts and the other guests.”
“The longer the ghost is raised, the easier it is for it to backfire. If you want to calm it down, listening to music on the Internet alone won’t work. It’s better to listen at the scene.”
Su Xiaomi had followed the mobile ghost market to many safe areas, and had been among all kinds of ghost raisers since he was a child. He understood these things better than Huang Mao, who had become a monk halfway through.
“King of Heaven’s Zhou is an A-level singer at a young age. He can perfectly quell the backlash of evil spirits and appease fierce ghosts. This is an incredible talent, no less than that of the Daytime Empress. To be honest, the prestige of the Zhou family is so great. Before Zhou Xinhong became rich, his wife sang, and after he became rich, his son sang, this is simply a cornucopia of money, and the more money he makes, the more money he makes.”
After all, the desire to survive was a biological instinct of human beings, and those spiritual objects that could calm backlashes on the market were far more expensive than those that can only summon ghosts. And singers, psychics and other people with the ability to quell backlash could easily recruit subordinates and establish organizations compared to ordinary ghost raisers.
“Hiss… Backlash.”
Hearing this, Huang Mao’s face flashed a look of worry, and he lowered his voice: “The one raised by Brother Rong, if there is a backlash, can King of Heaven’s Zhou suppress it?”
It’s worrying.
Up till now, Su Xiaomi couldn’t see what level the blood-clothed ghost was. If his brother’s strength rises to the peak after he unblocks it, he would be almost one level stronger than a resentful ghost. But the bloody evil energy of the blood-clothed ghost was so strong…
Su Xiaomi shuddered, not daring to think any further, comforting Huang Mao, and at the same time comforting himself: “With Fu-daozhang here, nothing will happen.”
“Right.”
Thinking of the day at the Ghost Territory when the dark wind whirlpool and the burning flame in the sky competed, Huang Mao was relieved. He passed the inspection with Su Xiaomi and entered the conference site. At this time, Wu Rong and Fu Qing, who were waiting at the entrance, also met an acquaintance.
“Amitabha, Benefactor Wu, Fu-daozhang, long time no see.”
Hui Xin, who was wearing a gray monk’s robe, clasped his palms together and saluted solemnly. The little monk looked around, and said to Wu Rong seriously: “Benefactor Wu, Master asked me to send me a page of Buddhist scriptures that he copied by himself. It is very useful for taming the pearl of purification. Please come with me, benefactor.”
Seeing Hui Xin’s slightly anxious expression, Wu Rong knew that it was probably related to the knee bone bell found on Beacon Hill. He responded directly and hugged the little weasel from Huang Mao. When Wu Rong turned around, his back was facing Hui Xin, only to hear the bewildered little monk.
“Benefactor Wu, what is that on the back of your neck?”
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
but with transparent roof I guess
Hehe, wonder what the monk found? Did Fu Qing left his mark behind?😁
Dammit, those authors know how to whet the reader’s appetite with those cliffhangers!
Thank you for the update.
evil author instilling evil thoughts and then not acting on them 😫😫😫
Thanks for the chapter!!
Poor Zhong Gu getting blamed for all of Wu Rong’s horniness. Stop blaming your feeling on the bug, Wu Rong. It’s OK to find someone hot and want to do them. Very natural. Not the bug’s fault.
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Is that FQ’s yang energy on the back of his neck???
Missed a spot hehehhe
Is this like a supernatural hickey?
Thanks for the translation!!!
supernatural hickey… xD