Jiang Yu's eyes darkened. He lowered his head, pinched the young man's chin, and lifted it up slightly.
"Not enough." He leaned closer in a low voice, his lips only millimeters away from Chen Ling's lips, "Kiss somewhere else."
The presence of the aura belonging to another person was very strong. Chen Ling felt a slight itch in the places touched by the aura, and it was like ants crawling through his heart, making him restless and wanting to run away.
But running is not his style.
Nowadays, even primary school kids won’t be shy and run away when they fall in love.
Chen Ling's face was still very red, but this did not affect the functioning of his brain.
He blinked, and suddenly raised his hand to pinch the man's ear, using a tough approach to drive away his inner shyness, "Your ears are so red, can you bear another kiss?"
The young man's fingers were warm and his fingertips were soft. Jiang Yu let his ears be grabbed, but his muscles tensed up because of the sudden physical contact.
His Adam's apple moved up and down, his eyes locked onto the young man's rosy lips, and he said in a soft, coaxing voice, "What do you think?"
Such a plain sentence reveals some unspeakable emotion that is restrained to the extreme.
Seeing the soft earlobe between his fingertips almost red enough to bleed, Chen Ling felt a little proud and couldn't help feeling happy, as well as a sense of pride as if he had tamed a ferocious beast.
Smiling at the man, he let go of her hand, ignored the rhetorical question, and changed the subject, "Don't push your luck, let's get down to business first."
The calmer his face was, the more agitated his heart was. Afraid that if he stayed any longer his heartbeat would break through the physical barrier and betray him, Chen Ling turned around quickly, opened the door and walked out before the man could grab him.
Jiang Yu was still standing there, his fingertips touching the place where he had been kissed.
The young man's lips were soft and warm, yet they gave him a burning sensation.
This feeling rushed into his heart, spread throughout his body, ironing his internal organs, making him excited and his blood boiling. He wanted to hold the person in his arms and bite hard on those lips that made him unable to calm down.
This impulse was strange, fresh, and exciting, and he couldn't help but want to taste it a few more times.
The corridor was dead silent. Even the jacket he was wearing could not completely block the chill in the air. His exposed skin was covered with goose bumps, which in turn calmed Chen Ling's chaotic heartbeat.
He stood in the middle of the corridor, looking ahead, wondering in which room the Wang family would place the body.
Sensing someone approaching from behind, his heartbeat almost got chaotic again. He pursed his lips, took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, then turned around and asked, "Did Wu Weiwei know when you came?"
Jiang Yu lifted the bag in his hand and said, "I brought it."
Chen Ling glanced at his bulging backpack and reached out to take it, but the man dodged him.
"It's inconvenient to carry a bag on your back. I'll hold it for you." Jiang Yu said as he thought of something. He gently unzipped his pants with his fingers, easily pulled out a telescopic stick, and handed it to the young man, "Self-defense."
Chen Lingluo was relieved. He took the telescopic stick, put it behind his waist and hid it in his jacket.
Looking back at the rooms on both sides of the corridor, he asked Jiang Yu: "Is the son of the Wang family dead? You can feel the death aura, right? Where is he?"
"Basement." Jiang Yu was very sensitive to death and negative energy. As soon as he entered the villa, he felt the smell of decay.
It was similar to what he had thought before. Chen Ling said without even turning his head: "Then let's go to the basement."
Jiang Yu followed behind, and his walking posture could be described as leisurely strolling. In comparison, the figure in front of him who was bending over seemed a little sneaky.
When he reached the first floor, he still did not see Mrs. Wang and Mr. Wang. Chen Ling was just about to turn around and ask his ancestors if they knew the location of the basement, when his nose suddenly started to itch. He sneezed loudly before he could cover his mouth.
"Who!" Mrs. Wang's voice came out first, and then she ran out from a secret door.
Seeing that it was Chen Ling, the ferocious expression on her face changed instantly, "It turned out to be Xiao Ming, why did you come down?"
Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Mrs. Wang couldn't see the man next to her at all, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll come down and get a glass of water." He looked around calmly and said half-seriously, "Auntie, I just heard a noise downstairs when I was upstairs. Is uncle back?"
"Yes, your uncle bought a lot of things and plans to cook a big meal tonight to treat you well." While Mrs. Wang was speaking, she reached behind her and locked the door behind her.
Chen Ling pretended not to see it and smiled naturally: "Uncle, you are so polite."
Mrs. Wang: "We will be a family from now on, as it should be."
This was the second time this woman had used the word "family".
Chen Ling pretended not to understand the deep meaning, nodded shyly, and pointed to the kitchen, "Auntie, I'll go get some water first."
Mrs. Wang came over hurriedly and said, "You don't know where the kettle is. Let me help you."
Chen Ling froze for a moment, then nodded: "Thank you."
He sat down at the dining table, staring at his reflection on the smooth tabletop in a daze. Mrs. Wang's eagerness always had a purpose. He wondered what she wanted to do this time by pouring water
Jiang Yu stood behind him. Ever since he was kissed, his desire to get close to Chen Ling became stronger and more urgent.
He lowered his head, supported the back of the chair with both hands, and rested his chin precisely on the young man's hair. With a slight breath, he could smell the pleasant scent of the young man.
Chen Ling was pressed too closely, and the chillness in his body was gradually dissipated, and his whole body began to heat up.
He raised his hand to hold the man's chin, freeing his own head. He was furious. He knew he wouldn't be able to continue the performance if he continued to disrupt the show like this!
"Go stand aside and don't disturb me." Chen Ling spoke coldly and glared at the man.
Jiang Yu: “…”
Chen Ling was just about to sit down again when his nose started to feel sore and itchy again, and at the same time, he started to hear tinnitus in his ears.
He reacted immediately and turned to look at Jiang Yu: "Soul-stealing technique!"
"Don't be nervous. I have already suppressed it. The impact on you will be minimal." As soon as Jiang Yu finished speaking, Mrs. Wang came out.
"Xiao Ming, can I have some warm water?" Mrs. Wang walked to the dining table with some water.
The water in the cup was very clear, and it didn't look like anything had been put in it.
Mrs. Wang urged, "Just watch what you are doing, drink it."
Chen Ling looked up at her, then obediently picked up the cup and drank it.
Mrs. Wang clenched her fingers excitedly. "The water in our house has a sweet taste. It tastes good. If you are still thirsty, Auntie will pour you another glass."
"No, thank you." Chen Ling originally thought it was nothing, but after hearing her words, he began to feel nauseous and almost spit out the water he had just drunk.
At this time, there was movement coming from the direction of the living room.
Mr. Wang, who had been missing for a long time, showed up. He was wearing a wrinkled suit with his jacket buttons unbuttoned and casually open. There were some blood stains on his collar and white shirt.
Chen Ling looked down and saw that Mr. Wang's hands were also covered in blood. In one of his hands he was holding a skinned rabbit that was dripping with blood.
Seeing the young man looking at him, Mr. Wang walked forward quickly. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his gloomy face, and he kept looking the young man up and down.
After about two or three minutes, he finally withdrew his gaze, his eyeballs trembled strangely, and he murmured in a low voice: "Okay, okay, it's really good, our Xiao Yue will definitely like it. There are so many, this one must be kept, must..."
Chen Ling didn't hear clearly, so he asked politely, "Uncle, what did you just say?"
Mrs. Wang's face changed drastically. She grabbed her husband's arm and pinched it hard. Then she smiled and said to Chen Ling, "Your uncle said he was glad that you could stay for dinner."
Fearing that her husband might cause trouble if he stayed, Mrs. Wang immediately pushed him into the kitchen.
Mr. Wang was still immersed in his satisfaction with Chen Ling's appearance until he felt pain in his arm again. He quickly put away his smile and returned to the gloomy look he had when he appeared.
Mrs. Wang saw that he was calm, looked back in the direction of the dining room, and asked, "Are you ready?"
Thinking about what was going to happen next, Mr. Wang couldn't help but grin, revealing his teeth that were blackened by cigarettes and tea. "I'm ready."
He rubbed his hands excitedly, pulled his wife closer to him, and whispered in her ear: "The master has calculated, this kid's horoscope is not right, his life and past cannot be predicted. And there is a problem with the soul-stealing technique, it must be that the kid accidentally broke the talisman paper."
"Then, what should we do?" Mrs. Wang asked anxiously, "Our son's body will soon be unpreservable."
"Don't worry, the master has other ways." Mr. Wang narrowed his eyes, and the light that burst out from the gap between his eyelids was evil and poisonous.
"What is the solution?"
"It's easy to make a person hate. It's not only the humiliating past that can stimulate his spirit." Mr. Wang's eyes were vicious, and his tone was incongruous with joy. "The master said that he felt that something was wrong with the fifth and sixth selected people, but God had eyes and sent someone to fill the vacancies. The master said, let's tie him up, lock him in the basement, and then use a carving knife to carve beautiful patterns on his body as described in the sixth story..."
Mrs. Wang covered her mouth and was unable to speak.
Mr. Wang saw her fear and squeezed her shoulders with both hands, saying, "Don't be afraid. The master said that he could feel that this young man has a lot of Yin energy. He is the most suitable one so far. He is also the one who is most likely to have a soul lingering after death and form a ghost marriage with our son."
Seeing his wife still cowering, Mr. Wang persuaded her: "As long as our son can be at peace in reincarnation, our efforts will not be in vain. Moreover, this may be the last one. As long as the man outside dies, our son and we can be relieved."
"If you're still not at ease... at worst, after this is over, we can go and pay respect to those who died, and secretly help their families. In the end, it will also be a blessing for my son."
Mrs. Wang was still afraid. Whenever she thought about tearing the young man's flesh with her own hands, leaving behind a series of blood-stained patterns... Whenever she thought about the hatred in the young man's eyes when he looked at her, she couldn't help but tremble all over.
But as soon as she heard the word "son", she felt full of courage, a courage that could overcome all worldly things and bottom lines.
She bit her lower lip nervously, made a decision, and said slowly with her eyes closed: "I just poured him a glass of water with sleeping pills in it. I originally wanted to lock him up while he was asleep. Now it comes in handy."
The Wang family's original plan was to knock the man unconscious and lock him in the room, and then let the young man leave after the master further deepened the paper rose hidden in the red jacket.
Mr. Wang: "You go out and watch over him."
Chen Ling had already heard Jiang Yu’s full account of the plan that the couple had worked out in the kitchen.
He pretended to know nothing, supporting his forehead with one hand, looking drowsy.
Mrs. Wang, who had walked to the kitchen door, was stunned when she saw this scene. A look of joy appeared on her face. She quickened her pace and walked over, asking softly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Ling responded vaguely: "Dizziness."
"You must have caught a cold. Auntie will take you upstairs to rest." Mrs. Wang grabbed Chen Ling's arm and helped him up.
After being sent upstairs, Chen Ling lay on the bed. His mind, which had been relatively clear, became really confused at this moment.
Jiang Yu touched his forehead and said, "Go to sleep. I'm here."
Chen Ling nodded, turned over and buried his head in the quilt.
Under the influence of sleeping pills, my sleep became very deep, my mind was dark, I couldn't see or hear, and my thoughts stopped working.
Chen Ling felt his body light and slightly weak.
He struggled to break free from his sleepiness, and before he fully opened his eyes, he saw clusters of orange halos.
It's a candle.
At this time, he was sitting on a chair with his hands and feet tied.
Jiang Yu was still standing beside him, his fingertips on his shoulders.
Seeing the man wake up, the man leaned over, put his cheek against his profile, and said, "I know you want to do it yourself, concentrate, I will protect you."
What are you fighting for? Aren’t your hands... Chen Ling was stunned. The ropes that bound him had been untied by Jiang Yu at some point in time. The ropes seemed strong, but they could be easily untied with a struggle.
As long as your hands and feet can move, everything else will be easy.
Chen Ling quickly stood up and shook his numb hands and feet, then took off the coat that made him feel uncomfortable all over and threw it on the ground in a corner where no light could reach.
He was currently in an empty basement. There was nothing on his side, but on the other side, blocked by a thin white gauze curtain, he could vaguely see a bed with a person lying on it, surrounded by jumping flames.
Chen Ling guessed that those should be the eternal lamps lit for the dead.
"Is anyone there?" Not long after Chen Ling's voice fell, footsteps were heard outside the thick iron door behind him. He quickly sat back in his chair and let Jiang Yu tie his hands and feet again.
A few clang sounds.
A Taoist priest wearing a yellow robe and a bun opened the anti-theft lock of the iron door, pushed the door open and walked in from behind Chen Lingzheng.
He came in with several overlapping trays in his hands. He stopped as he passed by, and a malicious smile appeared on his sharp-nosed monkey face: "Little friend, you are awake."
He lowered his eyes to look at Chen Ling's clothes, his brows furrowed, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Xie Dao didn't think too much about it. He raised his hand and pressed the other person's shoulder. "Don't worry. Once these things are ready, we will hold the ghost marriage ceremony."
Chen Ling moved his wrists behind his back a few times, suddenly stood up, and threw a punch without saying a word.
Xiedao was caught off guard and fell to the ground on the spot.
He blinked a few times, realized what was going on, and immediately pulled out a paper man from his clothes, bit his finger, drew a talisman on it, and shouted, "Get up!"
The next second, the thing that was originally lying on the bed suddenly stood up, tore the curtain apart and rushed over.
Chen Ling saw clearly that it was a not very fresh corpse.
Due to long-term freezing, the corpse's skin was pale and stiff, its eyes were lifeless, but it was extremely strong.
Because Chen Ling just happened to dodge the head-on attack, he missed and hit his head against the wall, leaving a hole.
Jiang Yu's calm voice came: "It's a corpse control technique. You can control the actions of a corpse by writing a talisman with blood on a yellow paper with the birth date of the deceased. The solution is very simple. Completely kill the controlled corpse, and the controller will be attacked. You don't need to do it yourself, he will die suddenly."
The corpse-controlling technique was originally used only to drive corpses. With a talisman and a bell, a corpse could be driven back to its distant hometown from hundreds or even thousands of miles away.
A long time ago, there were people who specialized in this business and they were called corpse drivers.
Although these people deal with the dead, they are highly respected because they can help those who have died in a foreign land return to their hometowns and reunite with their families.
But this evil corpse-controller is obviously not someone who should be respected.
Chen Ling had a cold expression. He pulled out a telescopic stick from his waist, swung it with force, and the stick stretched out, hitting the corpse head-on in the middle of its eyebrows.
The corpse must have looked bad when it died, with thick makeup on its face. He seemed unaware of the pain and raised his hand to grasp the telescopic stick, trying to snatch it.
Xie Dao stood aside, staring at Chen Ling grimly.
It was not until now that he realized that the Wang couple had been cheated!
This young man must have come here following several other suicide cases. His talk of wanting to write novels and being a coward is all lies!
This fool was obviously trying to follow the situation and find the place where he was casting the spell!
The more Xiedao thought about it, the angrier he became. He clenched the talisman paper even harder, muttered a few incantations, and shouted, "Destroy!"
Chen Ling immediately felt that the corpse's attack power and speed had increased.
He didn't have much strength and it was a bit difficult for him to cope with it.
He turned his head and shouted into the air: "Talisman paper!"
Jiang Yu appeared, opened his bag, took out a few exorcism talismans and immobilization talismans, and stuffed them into the young man's hand from behind.
Chen Ling waved his arm and a piece of talisman paper flew out.
Xiedao had a sinister look on his face, and the paper figure in his hand moved sideways as he fiddled with it. The corpse that was about to run towards Chen Ling also moved sideways, and his forehead brushed against the talisman paper by just a millimeter.
Chen Ling gritted his teeth, lowered his eyes to look at the telescopic stick in his hand, folded the front part neatly, and threw it to Jiang Yu.
The whip head slid out from the bottom of the hollow handle and got stuck on the end of the handle. The whip body with a red tassel hung down at the feet in a winding manner, like a tamed, quiet venomous snake.
Before Xiedao could recover from the sudden appearance of Jiang Yu, he saw a whip coming towards his face.
He cursed inwardly, leaned back, then turned over and jumped to the head of the bed.
There was a small tablet there with the words "Wang Kaiyue's Spiritual Tablet" written on it. Besides that, there was also an incense burner whose fragrance had already burned out.
The tablet was pitch black, as if it had been painted many times, but Chen Ling knew that it was not paint, but blood, chicken, duck, goose, pig, cow, sheep, or even human blood.
This is like feeding ghosts and raising ghosts.
Not only did the dead son of the Wang family not be reincarnated, he was also worshipped and raised.
With such a bizarre operation, they still want people to have a ghost marriage and reincarnate. What a dream!
It will be over sooner or later!