"Could it be that you want to use that wooden talisman to send me to the other side?"
Yin Ren smiled with his eyebrows curved.
But beneath that smile, Zhong Chengshuo could sense a warning. Although he was not good at dealing with people, as the King of Night Walkers, Zhong Chengshuo was always sensitive to the changes of his "enemies".
"Probably not," Yin Ren smiled even more, "You must be too careless, right?"
The vague warning became more obvious.
Zhong Cheng said, slowly lowering his arms: "No, I do want you to touch the wooden talisman."
"Oh, I remember. Before I took the medicine, I did let you do a control plan on your own... Brother Zhong, your plan can't be that simple, right? A hug?"
Yin Ren took a half step back, his hair sliding casually on the wooden floor, leaving deep marks.
"This is a lovely idea. How could I not notice that the wooden talisman carries a sinister power?"
"I'll take a test after all. It seems that 'thinking innocently' doesn't have much impact on intelligence." Zhong Cheng muttered, "It just affects the thinking mode..."
In the dim light, through that familiar face, Zhong Cheng said he saw Yin Ren from the past.
Seeing that Zhong Cheng said he would not respond, Yin Ren stopped smiling and there was a hint of hidden anger in his tone.
It's cold and wet, and feels like wet ice.
When saying this, Zhong Cheng did not look at Yin Ren.
Yin Ren stretched out lazily on the sofa. The tablet and mobile phone he used to watch the show were placed far away, and he had no intention of touching them.
Zhong Cheng still didn't answer. He clenched his fists carefully and hid the sweat on his palms.
"You're so stubborn. I'm the one who made the wish, so I can just withdraw it." Yin Ren played with his long hair.
He sat there expressionlessly, his black hair climbing along the table. They carefully bypassed the wooden talisman, climbed up Zhong Chengshuo's arm, and then approached his cheek. Zhong Chengshuo glanced away - the red eyeballs the size of grapes at the ends of those hairs were staring at him from multiple directions.
When he was half asleep and half awake, Zhong Cheng said that he once felt Yin Ren approaching him, kissing the top of his head gently, and murmuring "good night".
Zhong Cheng was stunned for a moment: "What?"
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room did not feel like a "home", but rather like an ancient battlefield filled with evil spirits.
"Answer?"
The man's answer was not unexpected. Zhong Cheng turned the page silently and continued to think about his next move.
"… Then I'll cook my own portion. Since you don't want to be tested, I'll have to redesign the test plan."
Zhong Cheng said he had never felt such uncomfortable silence.
Seeing that Zhong Cheng refused to wear a night cap, Yin Ren guessed that he would not go to sleep for a while. He simply sat on the sofa and looked at Zhong Cheng without blinking.
"Since we have plans, go do your work first, and we'll sleep together when you're done."
When they wake up the next day, they will always be close to each other, absorbing each other's body warmth.
The red eyeballs at the end of the hair were like living things, dragging along the long black hair like nerves, floating beside Zhong Chengshuo's hands. Whenever Zhong Chengshuo raised his pen, a few eyeballs would roll past and brush against the back of his hand.
"Well, I like this state. My mind is much clearer. It's strange, why did I resist that medicine before?"
When he looked up again, Yin Ren had already appeared in front of him. His black hair fell to the ground, like a flowing shadow. His red eyes were full of smiles that could send chills down one's spine.
"I also have the wish to 'protect those children back then', and this wish has no limits. As far as I understand, the descendants of those children are also included." He cleared his throat and responded in a dull tone.
“… I don’t want to discuss this issue for now.”
The delicious aroma of mutton soup wafted out of the pot. If it were the old Yin Ren, he would have rushed to the kitchen to steal some. But now, Yin Ren was still sitting steadily on the sofa, not even showing any intention of standing up.
"There's still some stewed mutton soup left. Would you like some mutton rice noodles?" Zhong Cheng said without giving a direct answer. He put the wooden talisman in his sleeve and pretended nothing had happened.
"I said I can withdraw my wish, but you haven't answered me yet." Yin Ren held up one cheek, "Brother Zhong, what's your answer?"
Yin Ren didn't seem to like the silence either, and he took the lead in breaking it.
"Since you insist on testing it, I'll be frank. I don't want to take the risk of testing the wood talisman myself before the situation becomes clear."
From beginning to end, his gaze never turned to Yin Ren, as if this person was not in the room.
After saying that, Zhong Cheng took a sip of milk and wrote a few more words on the book with a pen.
He stood up, put on his apron, and in the process lifted the playful side of the Dangerous Thing and pulled off the broken thread.
The ends of the hair scratched the floor, making an unpleasant sharp squeaking sound.
Seeing his "masterpiece" being destroyed, Yin Ren did not move. He snorted very obviously, his face even gloomier than before. Zhong Chengshuo walked to the kitchen as usual and started to stew the mutton soup left over from the evening.
"No. Don't you think midnight snacks are unhealthy? Then I won't eat them either."
Before he finished speaking, Zhong Cheng said that dozens of eyeballs suddenly moved closer, almost touching his face, with the hair at the end tied straight. Zhong Cheng said he suspected that if he didn't respond, these eyeballs would drill into his mouth.
Yin Ren likes to watch movies or TV series in the living room by himself, as he goes to bed early. He is not particular about posture, and often lies on the sofa in all directions or even upside down. When he has watched enough, Yin Ren will climb into bed quietly. Sometimes he is still restless after going to bed, and will quietly play with his mobile phone for a while.
Yin Ren's expression froze for a few seconds, his brows slightly wrinkled. He stared at Zhong Cheng with his bloodshot eyes, and after a few seconds, he smiled as if nothing had happened.
Zhong Cheng said that he had thought that was the most common state for two people to be together. Now, it seems so sweet and warm, yet out of reach.
"I don't want to worry about the mess on the other side anymore. If those Yuanwu continue to make trouble, we can just move out of Haigu City."
He turned on the lowest heat to stew the soup and heated a cup of milk for himself. After finishing all this neatly, Zhong Cheng returned to the table with the mug. He picked up a book and a pen and lowered his head to read academic books related to neuroscience.
In the past, the two of us would drink milk and read books at a table, or eat snacks and watch a play on a sofa. The leisurely atmosphere of occasionally chatting with each other disappeared without a trace.
"That won't do. Haven't we always been in sync?"
A few strands of hair were wrapped around the pen, forcibly stopping Zhong Chengshuo's movements. The red eyeballs slid along Zhong Chengshuo's skin, gently rubbing his Adam's apple.
"You've been ignoring me since the beginning. Now, you must answer me immediately for everything I say."
The air in the room became thicker and thicker, and the pressure was suffocating. There was no murderous intent in the pressure, but it still made people unable to move. Even in the days when they first met, there was no such tense atmosphere.
Zhong Cheng said, staring at Yin Ren intently.
Back then, he gave half of his power to Yin Ren. When he merged into a human body, his aura "died". That power took root and merged into Yin Ren's body, giving birth to a new and powerful Yuanwu.
He lost half of his strength, and even if he could recover, Yin Ren would also grow if he obtained his half of his strength.
Grow into a stronger and more outstanding new generation, and grow into the most dangerous enemy that should devour you.
Zhong Cheng said that for the first time he realized so clearly how bloody their relationship should be.
Swish!
Before he could finish thinking, the book in his hand spontaneously ignited. The dark flames shot up to a height of three feet, instantly turning the pages into ashes. The black fire licked Zhong Chengshuo's fingertips, colder than ice and snow.
"You still haven't answered my question." Yin Ren's fingers were pinching leisurely.
Zhong Cheng said as he exhaled slowly: "…That's my book."
"I saw it. Anyway, it's not an out-of-print book. I'll buy you two more tomorrow. Who told you to ignore me just now?" Yin Ren's tone was as gentle as before, but with a hint of grievance. "Brother Zhong, are you angry?"
Zhong Cheng said as he stroked the ashes on the table, his fingertips leaving obvious marks on the thin white ash. He sighed, drank the already cold milk in the cup, and stood up neatly.
The cup was put back on the table with a not-too-light clinking sound.
The next moment, Zhong Cheng said that he felt a slight tightening sensation on his limbs, not too strong or too weak: "Brother Zhong, you didn't answer me again... Are you angry?"
"Are you angry?"
The hair turned into the familiar texture of wings that Zhong Chengshuo was familiar with. They were warm and soft as usual, but they quickly bound his limbs, making him unable to move.
Those soft hairs penetrated Zhong Chengshuo's pajamas and slid along his skin. Yin Ren's tone was as gentle as usual. Zhong Chengshuo couldn't tell for a moment whether Yin Ren was angry or just being coquettish.
Yin Ren took a step closer, and the oppressive feeling in the room was like a swamp that had not yet frozen in the winter. The lush green plants in the living room quickly dried up and turned black, and a layer of frost formed on the wrinkled leaves. With a snap, the ceiling light that emitted warm light suddenly exploded, and the room fell into darkness.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, and everything in the room was cast into shadow. Zhong Cheng said he looked directly into those familiar red eyes, which looked like two drops of blood in the night.
Zhong Cheng moved his lips but didn't say a word in the end.
It could be considered unintentional or careless once or twice, but what Zhong Cheng said now was definitely intentional. It was the first time that Yin Ren encountered a cold war, and his face turned very ugly.
He took two steps forward and placed his palm on Zhong Chengshuo's chest, his palm hot. His hair crawled on Zhong Chengshuo's body like snakes, becoming more and more entangled.
Zhong Chengshuo's eyes slowly moved downwards, and his right hand, which was holding the wooden talisman, was gathering strength. The next moment, he struggled to get rid of the tangled hair and waved his hand towards Yin Ren. This time, Zhong Chengshuo was extremely fast and used all his strength. Yin Ren had no time to react, and the hair scratched Zhong Chengshuo's arm, leaving bloody marks.
Blood splashed in the moonlight.
Unfortunately, his speed was not as fast as Yin Ren, the "Ghost King". Yin Ren's hair turned into a whip and whipped Zhong Chengshuo's right wrist. Zhong Chengshuo's fingers loosened as his tendons were stimulated. A vague and dim shadow flew out from his palm, and with a slight click, it fell into the gap behind the sofa.
The black-haired man directly strangled Zhong Chengshuo's wrist, forcing him to spread his five fingers, revealing his blood-stained palm.
"so it is."
Yin Ren's fingertips brushed the tiny wound on Zhong Chengshuo's palm, and his chest pressed against Zhong Chengshuo's. The two were of similar height, and now their breath was connected, with a sweet smell of blood.
"Just now you went back to the kitchen and cut a little on your palm, hoping to stain the wooden talisman with blood. After weakening its aura, you took advantage of the situation to sneak attack me... Brother Zhong, I am so disappointed."
Yin Ren's tone was soft. He raised his bloody fingertips and brushed across Zhong Chengshuo's lips. Yin Ren's fingertips were as hot as charcoal, and the blood that left the wound became stickier and stickier. Zhong Chengshuo instinctively pursed his lips, and the strong smell of blood instantly filled his mouth.
It was his own blood.
"Since you want to fight me, I thought you would come up with more interesting moves."
Zhong Chengshuo turned his head when he heard that, and Yin Ren's fingertips followed suit, leaving a faint trace of blood on the corner of Zhong Chengshuo's lips.
"For advanced metamaterials, it seems that the new ones will eat the old ones by default, right? Our relationship is so stable, so please don't destroy this hard-earned peace, okay?"
Yin Ren said the last sentence almost in a whisper, as if in a dream.
Zhong Chengshuo was like a butterfly stuck in a spider web, being entangled by the spider's silk threads. Yin Ren leaned forward and raised his head, gently biting Zhong Chengshuo's earlobe with the tip of his teeth.
The latter moved his ink-like eyes, breathing steadily, and still said nothing.
Yin Ren sighed and used some force with his teeth. The blood oozed out from the soft earlobe and was sucked into Yin Ren's mouth. Tasting the blood, Yin Ren's heartbeat suddenly sped up. Through the thin cloth, Zhong Cheng said he could even feel the beating of the person's heart.
Yin Ren maintained the two of them in a close relationship. Through the sticky hair, his fingers pressed lightly on Zhong Chengshuo's eyes, then traced along the bridge of his nose to his lips.
After lingering on the bloody lips for a moment, his fingertips slowly moved towards Zhong Chengshuo's throat.
"I don't like who I was before. I had too many distractions and neglected the most precious things in my life."
At some point, two more arms appeared on Yin Ren's body. They reached under his ribs and loosely wrapped around Zhong Chengshuo's waist.
"I've never been so sober. Maybe it's because I was lazy and idle before. It doesn't matter if you don't like my current state. You will get used to it in time."
Yin Ren slowed down his breathing and gave Zhong Chengshuo a sweet kiss on his lips. Then another strand of hair came up and directly surrounded Zhong Chengshuo's throat.
"How strong is it? It won't be uncomfortable, right?" Yin Ren touched the place where the skin and hair met, as if he was stroking the most fragile silk. "I just don't like you being silent... This won't work, Brother Zhong. If there is any problem, you have to talk it out so that it can be solved."
With every word Yin Ren uttered, the hair on Zhong Cheng's throat tightened a little.
Zhong Cheng said he still kept silent.
Yin Ren's pupils shrank. Zhong Chengshuo instinctively tensed his muscles, but the restraint on his neck did not get worse. The next moment, the earth and sky shook, and Zhong Chengshuo's hair stretched straight, pushing him half a step away from Yin Ren in an instant.
The two people are no longer so close yet so distant, but only half a step away from each other, and the other person in their field of vision becomes more complete.
Zhong Cheng's Adam's apple moved, and he raised his head to meet Yin Ren's eyes. His heart thumped against his ribs, and there was no sign of retreat in his eyes.
Zhong Cheng said that he was like a real meat figurine, completely silent, and determined to disobey Yin Ren's request to "must answer".
The red light in Yin Ren's eyes grew brighter, and his hair became more and more entangled, cutting deeply into Zhong Chengshuo's flesh.
His limbs were restrained, and it was difficult to maintain balance. Zhong Cheng said he just straightened his back, and his body suddenly hit the table. The table legs moved slightly, making a slight friction sound.
Countless strands of hair crawled on his body like vines, and his neat pajamas had long been stretched open. The cold wind flowed over his exposed skin, and the dense and warm wrap made him dizzy. Zhong Cheng said he couldn't stay still, but as soon as he moved, his shirt almost slipped off.
Zhong Cheng said that she had a tight body and fair skin. In the moonlight, her dark hair and dull eyes made her look sharp like a blade, which made people hold their breath.
The hair sent back a constant stream of tactile sensations. This strange and powerful person was firmly held in his hand, and his skin was so warm.
Yin Ren couldn't help but step forward. This time he didn't move around anymore, but held Zhong Chengshuo's cheeks with both hands. The man said nothing, but his eyes followed his movements, bringing out the only bit of life.
"You know, I really like you."
Yin Ren sighed softly. He stared into those familiar eyes, and his fingertips lovingly brushed the corners of Zhong Chengshuo's eyes.
"After walking in the world for hundreds of years, I thought I had seen through the ways of the world. But I didn't know that watching a fire from the other side of the river was completely different from being burned by the fire. In the past, I would think, how nice it would be if you were not a mortal... Then we could stay together for a long time, whether in peace or in dispute, it would be better than being rootless duckweed."
“But now, I don’t think so.”
Yin Ren lowered his hand and rubbed Zhong Chengshuo's heart through his hair. His two extra hands were still on Zhong Chengshuo's waist. The evil spirit was overflowing from his pretty face, and the "human" feeling that originally belonged to Yin Ren was almost completely gone.
"Now I wish you were a mortal, so I can watch you live and die. It would be great if you could hold my hand throughout your life."
Yin Ren rested his head on Zhong Chengshuo's shoulder, his movements like a pair of tenderly entwined beasts.
"I am following my instinct to eat you now. It can be regarded as following the will of heaven and merging my flesh and blood with yours... But if I eat you, you won't be able to talk to me. Thinking of this, I can't bear it."
His lips were pressed against Zhong Chengshuo's neck, his hot breath hitting his skin again and again, and his free hand slowly brushed across his chest and abdomen.
"But then I thought, if you don't talk to me, it's no different from being eaten by me." Yin Ren's voice was smiling again, but this time the smile was only piercingly cold. "Are you right, Brother Zhong?"
The living room fell into eerie silence again.
"… Forget it."
Yin Ren muttered, and for a moment, Zhong Cheng said he even thought that this person had returned to normal.
"After all, I just ate 'Si Wuxie' today, so it's understandable that you feel uncomfortable and want to be angry. As long as you are willing to speak for me today, I will not eat you—"
Yin Ren released the arm that was restraining Zhong Chengshuo's waist and abdomen, and restored him to his normal human form. He made a casual gesture, and Zhong Chengshuo staggered and fell onto the sofa, pulled by his hair.
This time, Zhong Cheng did not hide the anger on his face. He pursed his lips tightly and his breathing became rapid.
Yin Ren was neither anxious nor annoyed, his hair gently moved around Zhong Chengshuo. The eyeballs at the end of his hair turned into the familiar wings, flowing along the sofa to the ground.
Yin Ren also moved forward as usual, hugging his stiff lover. His fingers inserted into the gap between hair and skin, feeling the tension of the other's muscles. Then he waved his hair to relax, grabbed Zhong Chengshuo's injured right hand, and bit the man's knuckles.
The tip of my tongue was hot as it gently swept across my bloody fingers.
"I remember very clearly that your finger bones are very beautiful." Yin Ren said softly, "If it really doesn't work, I can eat some of the leftovers as a souvenir. Do you think it would be better to make a ring or a necklace...?"
Before he finished speaking, Yin Ren suddenly chuckled.
"Well, I thought you were really mad at me tonight, and at least it would take some effort on my part."
Yin Ren's hair and his ten fingers moved on the skin. His tone was much more relaxed, with a hint of cunningness as if a trick had been successfully used.
"Brother Zhong, you seem quite interested."
The shadow covered Yin Ren's face, leaving only his bloodshot eyes flashing with joy. The aura and desire of the Ghost King entangled together, smelling like icy syrup that chilled him to the bone, and Zhong Cheng's breathing quickened a little.
Yin Ren leaned over and lazily laid on Zhong Chengshuo's chest, biting his lover's knuckles again: "Why don't we make a bet on when you will speak up for me - for me, before dawn."
After saying that, he bit Zhong Chengshuo's neck. Zhong Chengshuo groaned and felt a burning pain in his neck.
In the past, when they were intimate, Yin Ren always liked to bite gently. This time, his strength was a bit scary, and the skin was instantly pierced by the teeth, and blood gushed out instantly. If this person had not held back, Zhong Cheng said that he had no doubt that the piece of skin and flesh would have been torn off by Yin Ren directly.
Before Zhong Cheng could react, the hair on his limbs suddenly tightened, pinning him firmly to the sofa.
"By the way, the wooden talisman is still nearby. I can't let you pick it up."
Yin Ren hummed seemingly unintentionally.
A few more strands of hair were wrapped around Zhong Chengshuo's wrist. The hair seemed to have turned into handcuffs and wrapped around Yin Ren's wrist. Even if Zhong Chengshuo was free, he couldn't move freely.
"I'll give you an extra insurance. You will understand me, right?" Yin Ren licked the blood on the tip of his teeth. "Then there will be no problem."
Having said that, he touched Zhong Chengshuo's lips and sat down straight.
Zhong Cheng said that he had experienced the stimulation of human desire, but he had never boiled it together with fear and oppression. The poison gas was mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and the black wine was added with excessive sugar. All kinds of stimulations combined to form strong acid, rushing through his blood vessels, hissing and corroding his heart.
Zhong Chengshuo's muscles were tensed and his nerves were trembling. He couldn't help but lower his eyes and stare at his crazy lover. In the fiery entanglement, the ghost king's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hot eyes were always glued to Zhong Chengshuo's lips. He held Zhong Chengshuo's chest gently with his hands, and a strand of hair was always tied around Zhong Chengshuo's throat.
The sofa vibrated rhythmically as if it could not bear the weight. Zhong Chengshuo's ten fingers clenched and opened, revealing a distinct red color due to the binding. Warm sweat flowed through the skin, mixed with a little blood, and mixed into a crystal red. The light red liquid seeped into Yin Ren's black hair and finally stained the soft sofa fabric.
Zhong Cheng said he couldn't feel the evil spirit in the room, but he could feel the air flow stirred by the evil force. The dead green plants were trembling, and the mummy-like leaves fell to the ground with a soft sound.
Having never stepped into such a crazy whirlpool of senses, for a moment, Zhong Cheng said he almost lost his mind.
Only the clock in the living room worked responsibly.
After an hour, the sofa was stained with blood and the wings were twitching all over the ground.
"I like you."
Yin Ren continued to gasp for breath, his hot breath carrying a strong smell of blood.
He kissed Zhong Chengshuo's lips, but his mouth closed like a clam, showing no sign of cooperation.
“… I like you.” Despite this, Yin Ren repeated with a smile.
Two hours later, the moonlight was shrouded by dark clouds, and the room was almost pitch black. The two fell to the floor, and the tea table was knocked over. Yin Ren hugged Zhong Cheng tightly, like a drowning person holding on to the last log in sight.
"I like you."
Yin Ren's fingertips brushed the tightly tied hair, like a musician caressing the strings of a musical instrument. When the hair ended, Zhong Chengshuo and Yin Ren's other hand interlocked their fingers, their nails digging deep into the flesh.
"Answer me, okay..."
Zhong Cheng turned his head away silently and never said another word.
In the second half of the night, the crescent moon finally emerged from the dark clouds.
After an unknown amount of time, Yin Ren stopped asking for an answer. He just murmured some indistinct words of love, his body shaking constantly, leaving bloody teeth marks on Zhong Chengshuo's body.
Zhong Cheng said that his hands, which were bound by his hair, had loosened slightly and were no longer clenched. His wrists were still tied to Yin Ren's and he could not move freely.
"I can't see through you, but I like you when I can't see through you... It would be great if you were a mortal, I could protect you as I please... But why do you treat me like this..."
There was no sense of oppression, no hostility. In the faint blood, Yin Ren's whispers carried genuine sadness and confusion.
His fingertips swept across the bleeding wounds, and in the pale moonlight, his eyes were slightly moist.
"I like you, you can definitely tell that... But why things have to come to this, just because of a few mortals you don't care about, I don't understand..."
After another bite, Zhong Chengshuo's arm suddenly moved.
In the previous second, Yin Ren was still immersed in the words of love. In the next second, Yin Ren was like a vigilant beast, and almost stopped moving immediately.
In the unbearable silence, Zhong Cheng stretched out his arm, gently touched Yin Ren's lips, and then gently tapped his own.
The eyes were still dull, but Zhong Cheng's eyes showed a little helplessness and tenderness. He didn't even look away from the sofa with the wooden talisman, but just looked at Yin Ren with full concentration.
"Well, it looks like I'm going to win." Yin Ren's tone suddenly became cheerful, as if he had won an ordinary little game.
He leaned over again and kissed Zhong Chengshuo's lips.
With a smile of victory, he licked his lips that still had the smell of blood. Zhong Cheng said without pursing his lips, he tentatively reached out his hand and pressed the back of Yin Ren's head.
Yin Ren kissed her passionately and deeply, and Zhong Chengshuo also raised his head to match his lover's movements. Yin Ren extended his tongue, but what he touched was not hard teeth or soft tongue, but warm and moist wood.
The moment Zhong Cheng opened his lips, a cold and murderous force instantly rushed out of his lips and teeth.
It’s the wooden rabbit talisman.
"Well!!!"
Yin Ren wanted to dodge, but Zhong Chengshuo held his head down. Zhong Chengshuo pushed the wooden rabbit talisman into Yin Ren's mouth. Yin Ren's hair stood on end - the moment he touched the wooden talisman, the scenery around him became distorted and blurred, and it was constantly turbulent like liquid.
Oh no, I’m disappearing!
Faced with the crisis, Yin Ren didn't care whether he was happy or not. He immediately released the "Thinking of Innocence" spell. Sure enough, as if the fog had dissipated, his familiar living room became normal and clear again.
Yin Ren was dazed for a moment, then met Zhong Cheng's complicated gaze.
Yin Ren: “…”
Zhong Cheng said: “…”
Zhong Cheng said he watched his lover's eyes change from confusion to fear, and then from fear to an explosion of shame. Yin Ren's face flushed almost to the same color as his eyes, and he immediately gathered up his hair and wanted to stand up quickly - but given the close relationship between the two at this time, this action was somewhat difficult.
So Zhong Cheng kindly extended his hand and restrained Yin Ren who was trying to escape.
Yin Ren immediately said "hmm", then opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened it again. His body was trembling slightly, and his face was changing like a kaleidoscope.
"This is sexual temptation!"
Lord Ghost King had long lost his previous momentum. He tried to take the initiative, but unfortunately his confidence was weak.
"Zhong Cheng said! Why is your control scheme so... so—"
He couldn't go on.
"You and I are accomplices. I must choose a method that you will never expect."
Zhong Chengshuo's limbs had long since recovered their freedom, and his palms slid across the sweat-soaked hair. The wings froze together, and then shrank into a ball. However, someone who was vindictive grabbed one of the wings and kneaded it gently.
"Well." Yin Ren sniffed and pried open Zhong Chengshuo's hand a little bit. "The experiment is going quite smoothly, isn't it? That's enough... Uh!"
Zhong Cheng readily let go of the wings, but his hand returned to Yin Ren's body.
"Well, um, what was that thing I just shot away... um..."
"You can find out for yourself."
Amid the turbulence, a strand of black hair stumbled under the sofa. A few minutes later, it trembled and hooked out a bloody pen cap. Looking at the table again - still lying on the table, it was exactly the pen that Zhong Cheng said he had just used to mark his reading.
Yin Ren's mind was no longer disturbed by the uncontrollable love, and he immediately understood this person's tricks -
Zhong Cheng said that this person deliberately reduced communication and "sealed" the wooden talisman in his mouth. Then he stained the pen cap with blood, pretending to be a wooden talisman, and pretended to lure him to fly away.
Finally, Zhong Cheng said that he just needed to ask for a kiss in an atmosphere that would not arouse his suspicion.
To King Yan, who had extremely fast hands, the magic techniques of mortals were no different from sorcery in his hands.
So cunning.
The entanglement was not over yet. In his gradually blurred consciousness, Yin Ren bent down and buried his hot face in Zhong Chengshuo's neck.
It was almost five in the morning, and the two of them squeezed into Zhong Cheng's bathtub. Yin Ren buried half of his face in the water, blowing bubbles in a depressed manner.
"Are you sure you are a Yuanwu, not a rabbit monster?" Yin Ren suddenly poked his head out of the water and asked with a straight face, "Stop laughing, you are just gloating over other people's misfortunes."
Zhong Cheng said, pointing to the horrific bite marks all over his body.
Yin Ren suddenly turned into a deflated ball. He grunted twice and carefully felt for the scars that were beginning to form: "… I'm sorry, I'll help you apply the medicine later."
"It's okay, the wound is very shallow." Zhong Cheng said while pinching a strand of Yin Ren's hair - at the end of the hair, a small wing was hanging down listlessly, and it was hard to tell whether he was pretending to be dead.
"I... I asked you to prepare a plan in advance, but to be honest, I didn't expect it to turn out like that."
Yin Ren hung his head and looked depressed. His face looked like a boiled crab, with steam coming out of his head.
"I thought I liked you so much that nothing could happen. That state was really scary, like I had lost my mind and was crazy."
That is to say, Zhong Cheng said that he would not be affected by the memory technique, otherwise Yin Ren would have wanted to erase all his memories of tonight - whether they were in Zhong Cheng's head or in his own head.
The Ghost King was so embarrassed that he wished he could dig three feet into the ground and sleep for another thousand years.
In the end, Zhong Cheng just looked at it leisurely, rubbing its wings from time to time. The poor soft wings trembled and almost turned into a bag of soft liquid.
"At least the experiment was successful. Our speculation was correct. The missing people all use love as the mainstay of their lives. When the day breaks, we will synchronize our findings and perhaps find a way to enter the other side safely."
Zhong Cheng said he would analyze it seriously and piled a ball of foam on Yin Ren's head.
"I don't want to talk about this for now. Let's talk about it tomorrow. This time it's real." Yin Ren said weakly, "Next time I won't eat that thing even if you kill me. What a stupid idea Hu Tao came up with..."
"It's 'tomorrow' already." Zhong Cheng pointed out mercilessly.
This time, Yin Ren immersed his entire head in the water, and the bubbles he exhaled were filled with despair.
"Yin Ren." Zhong Cheng observed the Yuanwu spitting bubbles for a while and then called out.
Yin Ren pretended not to hear and continued to hide himself underwater.
"Yin Ren, come out, I have something to tell you."
Yin Ren finally emerged from the water, his skin still pink. When he spoke again, he said with a fearless attitude: "... You say."
"In fact, I've been thinking today that maybe I don't like you that much." Zhong Cheng said as he pushed the wet hair off Yin Ren's face, his eyes still like two dry wells.
The pink color on Yin Ren's body immediately faded, and he froze in place, his face gradually turning pale.
"But tonight I discovered that I actually like you more than I thought."
Zhong Cheng spoke each word with a distinct pronunciation.
Then he opened his arms and held the man in his arms without waiting for Yin Ren to react. Their skins touched each other and the water temperature was just right. Yin Ren was stunned for a few seconds, then tightened his embrace.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" He put his arms around Zhong Chengshuo's neck and bit his ear.
This time, Yin Ren only left a very faint trace.
The heat was gone for a moment, and the comfortable tranquility descended again. In this reassuring sense of fulfillment, Zhong Chengshuo closed his eyes.
"You win." Zhong Cheng whispered, "You bet that I would make a sound for you before dawn, and you win."
"… Help me, Brother Zhong, please don't mention this anymore—"
Zhong Cheng said as he pressed his forehead against Yin Ren's, and finally couldn't help laughing. The latter was so ashamed and angry that he lowered his body and let himself be completely submerged in the water.
Looking at the man's hair curling up weakly, Zhong Cheng said he closed his eyes.
He still remembers the scene when he first got the pill.
After getting the clues provided by Walnut, he immediately checked the information. "Si Wuxie" is a metaphysical prescription that has appeared in recent years. It can make people lose their minds, lose their appetite, and their minds are full of love for the target. This thing is actually not easy to sell. According to the drug seller, most of the buyers are crazy men and women who just want to use this drug to get half of their revenge. There are also a few "black widows" and "black widows" who use drugs to control elderly rich people.
After all, no normal man or woman in a relationship would buy these.
Zhong Cheng said he was actually a little confused about this.
Isn't it a good thing to experience a pure emotion? If he were not affected by these metaphysical objects, Zhong Cheng said he would like to experience the feeling of "only pure love" himself.
At that time, the two of them were flying in the air, and he looked at Yin Ren's face. The next moment, Yin Ren seemed to sense his gaze and squeezed his eyes lightly.
Zhong Cheng didn't seem to be feeling relaxed.
He really cared about Yin Ren. He would worry about him when they were apart, and would want to touch him when they met. When they were together, his mood would be lighter and brighter than before.
But that’s all.
Compared to the mutual testing and undercurrents before they got together, when they really started to live and eat together, everything became a little dull. Especially since Yin Ren was well versed in the ways of the world and knew when to advance and retreat, they didn't even have a few sharp frictions.
Zhong Cheng said he was sure of that he liked Yin Ren very much.
That was the first person he touched when he reached out from the boundless void. It was also the first person of his kind he met during his years of wandering alone in the world.
But is his liking true love, or is it that he mistook long-term intimacy for admiration
He could not appreciate the piercing love in those narrations. Previously, Zhong Cheng said that he never cared about these "meaningless" details, but recently the outside world was in turmoil and his thoughts could not stop.
"Zhong Cheng said, why do I feel that you are a little gloating?" Yin Ren asked this when he was about to take the pill.
At that time, Zhong Cheng said he did not answer Yin Ren.
In fact, he was not happy about the misfortune, but wanted to eat. "Si Wuxie" would not blindly inspire love, but removed other emotions, and extracted the purest emotions. Then everything would be clear. With a clear result, he didn't have to worry about it.
Yin Ren was different from him. He firmly believed that he would be affected by uncontrollable love and had no worries about the nature of their relationship.
How does Yin Ren determine what he “likes”
What about himself? Would he just transform himself into a harmless person like he did a thousand years ago, hoping to use that person to achieve his own goals? … If Yin Ren was replaced by another person who was strong enough and acted in sync with him, would he also fall in love with the other person
Now he had his answer.
The out-of-control Yin Ren was just as strong, and he moved in sync with him. If Zhong Cheng wanted to, he could calmly cooperate with him. However, looking at Yin Ren like that, he felt only the emptiness of losing warmth and unspeakable sadness in his heart.
Zhong Cheng said as he pinched Yin Ren's hair.
"Would you like some mutton rice noodles?"
"Yes!" Yin Ren shouted unconsciously, then he came to his senses, "Wait, didn't you only cook one portion?"
"I just boiled more soup. The rice noodles don't need to be cooked for too long."
Zhong Cheng put his chin on Yin Ren's shoulder, carefully feeling the other's body temperature.
"I'll add some meat and eggs, and it'll be perfect for breakfast."
"Okay, okay, put more down." Yin Ren took a deep breath and decided to put this unbearable night behind him.
Anyway, they found the missing inducement, and it was worth it to exchange their own loss for such precious information. Besides... Besides, although he lost the master tonight, the experience was still novel and enjoyable. It was just unfair to Zhong Cheng that he bit her and left marks all over her body.
Thinking of this, Yin Ren shook his head frantically again, just wanting to get rid of the shame that filled his head.
The special mutton soup that Zhong Cheng mentioned must be very fragrant after being stewed for so long. Let's have a bowl of warm and delicious mutton rice noodles and let the past be the past!
Unable to dodge, Zhong Cheng was splashed with water in the face and said: "..."
Zhong Cheng said, "Oh, there is one more small matter. I need to let you know."
"what?"
"To ensure the record is complete, I used an anti-evil spirit recorder to record the audio of last night." Zhong Cheng said seriously, "Do you want to listen to it?"
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
In the morning, with the sound of the audio alarm "Is work more important than me?", Yin Ren, who always liked to stay in bed, jumped up as if he was blown up, and a few groans came from his throat.
When I went to visit An today, I decided to ask him “How to make the science post lose its memory”.
“Well, your information is very useful.”
Li Nian pretended not to notice the tooth marks that Zhong Cheng said could not be covered by the collar.
"If your guess is correct, the victim's life will not be in danger in the short term. I will immediately start a project to find a way to 'stable disappearance' and build a passage as soon as possible."
"How long will it take?" Yin Ren coughed twice.
"According to Minister Jiao, if we only consider building the access road, it will take five days. Finding a way for people to get back and forth safely is what takes the most time."
“…I see.”
Yin Ren thought for a moment.
"That's great. You guys keep doing your research. As for us... we have nothing to do anyway, so let's go check on those who are not missing."
After all, Qi Xin had promised them that as long as he could kill Mr. Le, he could formally cooperate with her.
The purpose of Yuanwu is unknown. Although Yin Ren wants to rescue the missing mother Xiaohe, he does not want to take Zhong Chengshuo into danger. Qi Xin's body should still be on the other side. It is better to have a "local" to help than to rush around in the fog.
"It just so happens that the Public Security Bureau has been very busy lately and is short-staffed."
At some point, Fu Xingchuan leaned against the door. He held documents in his hand, and his tone was not as relaxed as before.
"You guys have been following Officer Sun. He is currently having a headache with a live burial case. The atmosphere in Haigu City seems a little strange recently. It would be better for you to go and take a look."
"no problem."
Yin Ren answered quickly. It was like a pillow for someone who was sleepy. He was just looking for a reason to investigate the "Non-missing case".
"We'll go today."
(End of this chapter)