Chapter 60

"Cough." A light cough dispersed the ambiguous atmosphere.

Gu Lang was seen standing a few meters away from the two people, with one hand behind his back, the other hand covering his face and coughing lightly, looking at the two people who were close to each other with an awkward expression as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Lian Yu then jumped away from Qin Yi as if waking from a dream.

"Gu, General Gu." He bowed and thought about running away.

Qin Yi took a step forward and stood beside him, blocking his way.

Gu Lang bowed politely in return. "Second Master Lian, my residence is not yet finished. Could I trouble you to stay at your house for a few days?"

Staying here? Lian Yu suddenly became alert, his gaze falling on Qin Yi beside him. The story of the protagonist and the protagonist was about to begin.

Noticing his gaze, Qin Yi looked back at him in confusion.

Lian Yu shook her head slightly, took a step back, and gave Gu Lang an apologetic smile: "It's not that I don't want to, but the head of the Lian Mansion is my sister-in-law. So..."

Lian Yu pushed Qin Yi's shoulder.

Qin Yi stumbled and fell forward. The handsome general panicked and opened his arms to support the falling beauty, like a butterfly landing steadily on warm iron armor.

really.

Lian Yu laughed, apologies like it was carelessness, but secretly he chuckled smugly. That was the way it should be, the protagonist and the bottom being together beautifully, not like in the last world.

...the previous world.

Lian Yu lowered his gaze, his heart aching inexplicably. The last trace of blood still lingered on his optic nerve, burning him like a bloody sun that would not fall for an eternity.

That was the last scene he saw before he left that world. After that, Tutu somehow opened a dark vortex and sucked him in.

Then, he came to this world. He didn't know whether Qin Yi survived in the end, but he hoped that Qin Yi survived.

"Xiaoyu?"

Suddenly snapping back to his senses, he was caught off guard by a pair of worried eyes. Their dark pupils shone brightly, like the reflection of the Milky Way, as if they were old acquaintances. Lian Yu listened to the silent beat of his heart, like the deep evening bell of a temple.

"Does the injury still hurt?" Qin Yi frowned nervously and reached out to touch the scratch on Lian Yu's forehead.

Gu Lang was watching them from the corner of his eye. Lian Yu dodged hastily. He certainly noticed that Qin Yi's hand, suspended in mid-air, was momentarily stunned by his dodging, but he chose to ignore it.

"General Gu," Lian Yu took two steps back, leaving enough distance for the two of them to be alone, and then continued to ask, "Have you discussed it?"

The topic then continued.

Qin Yi's expression subsided, and he resumed his usual capable and housekeeping demeanor. He bowed to Gu Lang with a respectful attitude, "It is truly an honor for our Lian family that the General does not despise our humble residence. However, tomorrow is the seventh anniversary of Brother Xiaoyu's death, and according to the custom in this city, a grand celebration is required. I'm afraid that the General will not be able to rest."

"That's all right." Gu Lang shook his head. "I've heard that Master Lian is a talented young man, and I admire him immensely. This is a good opportunity to pay my respects to him."

He's not shy about praising himself. Lian Yu complained silently in his heart, but he had an idea in his mind.

The next day came in a flash.

According to the customs of the city, today is called the Day of Disaster, and it is the day when the deceased returns for the last time. He is chained and escorted by the Black and White Devils to return to the human world to take one last look at the people he cares about. After that, he will merge into the surging waters of the Forgetful River and be reincarnated.

It was already midnight when all preparations were completed. A white paper lantern was hung high up, the light was a pale yellow, whimpering in the wind.

The old lady and Lian Yu stood in the courtyard, with only a few maids to serve them. The wooden door creaked, and a snow-white willow leaf, swaying in the wind, floated into the courtyard like snowflakes.

"Grandma." Qin Yi lowered his head and saluted, but when he looked up again, his eyes fell on Lian Yu.

Lian Yu did not hide his gaze.

Qin Yi was seen in pure white mourning clothes, with a wide piece of white cloth draped over her head and a bit of bright red on her forehead. She looked extremely gorgeous despite her pale appearance.

Perhaps Lian Yu's gaze was too blunt and offensive, so Qin Yi lowered his head even lower and murmured, "Xiao Yu."

Lian Yu whistled: "Sister-in-law, have you heard that if you want to look pretty in mourning clothes?"

Qin Yi looked panicked for a moment, stuttering and unable to speak: "Xiao, Xiaoyu, what are you talking about?"

"You damned brat!" The old lady frowned, and was about to slap Lian Yu with a broad palm, but was quickly stopped by several maids nearby. Perhaps the old lady didn't really want to hit him, so she withdrew her hand and only cursed, "You beast, you say these things on the day your brother is in trouble. I think you deserve to be punished! Go back to solitary confinement today!"

"Okay, okay, I'll get out of here right now." Lian Yu supported his head with his hands, looked like a gangster, and walked out.

"Xiaoyu!" Qin Yi hurriedly grabbed him.

His eyes fell on the slender white fingers that tightly grasped his sleeve. Lian Yu slowly raised his gaze and grinned, his two fangs revealing some unruly behavior: "Why, sister-in-law can't bear to leave me?"

"Lian Yu!" The old lady waved her sleeves and pointed her finger at the door, shaking with anger: "Get out."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Lian Yu broke free from Qin Yi's hand and walked out the door.

After leaving the others far behind, Lian Yu let out a triumphant smile. He didn't care what kind of person he was, as long as he could complete the mission.

According to the original plot, he and Qin Yi were to be vigil together tonight, and he had sex with Qin Yi in the mourning hall when no one was around. Now that he was in solitary confinement, it was a good opportunity for Gu Lang and Qin Yi to get along.

Thinking about this, Lian Yu casually pulled over a servant and stuffed a piece of paper that had been written on it into his hand: "Go, give this to General Gu. Don't say it was given by me."

What the note said was, of course, an invitation to Gu Lang to go to the funeral home in the middle of the night. As for how things would develop later, the plot would naturally bring the protagonists together, so he didn't need to worry about it.

Lian Yu, bored, lay down on the couch. A maid came to help him change clothes, but he waved her off. He crossed his legs and flipped open a book he had pulled from the shelf. The pages were wrinkled, and occasionally a few scribbled notes could be seen.

Lian Yu raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the original owner was a drunkard, a womanizer and a gambler, but he could actually study?

But soon, Lian Yu's raised eyebrows drooped, and a hint of speechlessness appeared in his eyes. It turned out to be a storybook, about the love story of a master and his disciple. The two men were flirting and making love, which made Lian Yu's teeth ache.

"Boring." Lian Yu commented, but his hand did not slow down the turning of pages.

The story wasn't long, and the content was clichéd. It took only half an hour to reach the end. Turning to the last page, Lian Yu's eyes suddenly widened. "Wait, they've known each other for a long time? He knows everything? How can there be another world?"

[A light rain.] Tutu suddenly spoke, the mechanical rabbit's face serious: [The protagonist is in danger now.]

"What? What happened?" Lian Yu threw away his book and quickly stood up, pulling back the gauze curtain. The night wind blew into his collar, and Lian Yu suddenly woke up. He stopped, and the gauze curtain slowly slipped through his fingers and disappeared into the distance.

The maid waiting outside the door noticed the commotion and asked, "Master, what happened?"

"...Nothing." Lian Yu lowered her eyes and sat back on the bed. "Gu Lang is there anyway, so I don't need to worry about him."

Leaning back against the pillow, he no longer had the heart to read the storybook. Lian Yu sighed and rolled over listlessly. As he moved, something rolled under his back, poking his bones.

Lian Yu reached out and touched something, and took out an exquisite small porcelain bottle.

It was left by Qin Yi when he applied medicine to him in the morning.

Lian Yu was startled as those dark, bright eyes appeared before him. Beneath the peach tree or in front of the white lanterns, shyly or cunningly, Lian Yu always felt as if something had gently plucked his heartstrings.

He clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand, sighed heavily, then suddenly turned over and got up, pushed the door open and went out.

Running so fast, a faint taste of rust gradually filled his mouth. Finally, he reached the white lantern, panting, Lian Yu propped up his knees and wiped the sweat from his eyes with his sleeve.

Where's Gu Langren? Do I have to wait and come back?

Suddenly, a miserable cry was heard from the mourning hall.

"Qin Yi!" Lian Yu was shocked and suddenly kicked open the door of the mourning hall.

The wind whistled into the mourning hall, and the lights trembled in the wind. I saw the snow-white figure half-kneeling on the ground, pinching a man with his hands. No one knew how long the man had been pinched, his face flushed red, and he was almost dead.

Qin Yi looked up at Lian Yu when he heard the voice, with a hint of innocence in his eyes.

Lian Yu choked in his throat.

After all this time, it turns out to be this dangerous - dangerous, really dangerous.

Perhaps influenced by him, Qin loosened his grip, and the man suddenly jumped up like a dying fish, staggering out of the window.

Lian Yu let out a light "hiss" and raised his foot to chase after it.

"It's a mess." Qin Yi suddenly spoke.

"It's a mess?"

Qin Yi lowered his head and looked at the row of clear footprints on the dusty floor: "They've messed it up."

Lian Yu finally understood what Qin Yi was talking about.

Legend has it that on the night of the disaster, lime is sprinkled all over the mourning hall. If footprints are found when checking again the next morning, it means that the deceased has returned to visit.

But now...

Lian Yu coughed dryly and touched his nose: "Big brother will come back anyway."

Qin Yi nodded slightly, then knelt back down in his original position. His imposing aura faded, leaving only a humble and weak profile. There was no sign that he had just pinned someone to the ground and strangled them.

No wonder he was able to kill Lian Ershao in the end, he was a ruthless man. Lian Yu complained in his heart, and quickly looked out the window. The man had already escaped. "What is that man doing here?"

Qin Yi lowered his eyelids, his eyes reddening under the light. He bit his lips, then released them again. "He wanted to... force me."

"What!?" Lian Yu gasped. Just then, the wind blew in from the window, and a mouthful of lime choked his lungs, causing Lian Yu to cough violently.

"Xiaoyu!"

Qin Yi hurriedly stood up, poured the wine on the altar and fed it to Lian Yu, then carefully stroked his back to help him breathe evenly.

Isn't this wine for the dead? Lian Yu finally stopped coughing and suddenly realized what was going on. But before he could say anything, he suddenly felt his skin itching intensely, and his body fell to the ground, as if countless ants were crawling all over him. Was this the retribution for stealing the tribute?

Lian Yu was thinking randomly and instinctively held Qin Yi's hand that was supporting him.

Qin Yi shuddered at the burning heat of his palm, then realized something and whispered, "That man drugged the wine!"

No wonder the man dared to force her, and was so arrogant until he was finally subdued by her. He was sure that she had drunk the drugged wine. But unexpectedly, the wine did not enter his stomach, but was finally drunk by Lian Yu.

When Qin Yi finished thinking about this, Lian Yu's eyes had turned red. The young man's eyes fell on him like a beast staring at its prey, and his breathing was heavy.

Qin Yi felt as if his body was getting hot.

"Xiaoyu..." He reached for Lian Yu's belt.

"No!" Lian Yu's eyes cleared up for a moment, and she pushed him away and walked out, trampling the limestone floor. But she was quickly pulled back by Qin Yi.

"What are you going to do? Go to that fireworks place again?"

Lian Yu thought he heard someone crying. Why was she crying? It couldn't be because she was worried about him spending money recklessly. Lian Yu sneered, gnashed his teeth, and, suppressing his anger, looked at the pitiful beauty in front of him: "Then sister-in-law, will you help me?"

There was a moment of silence in the mourning hall.

This reaction was exactly what Lian Yu had expected. He said those words just to emphasize his own personality. Although they were a bit disgusting, they were not to the extent that would make people hate him. This was just enough to keep Qin Yi at a distance from him.

This medicine is really poisonous. My body feels so hot and uncomfortable, especially a certain indescribable part. Lian Yu just wants to go back and take an ice bath.

But someone suddenly grabbed his arm, and pulled him around without him being able to defend himself, and something soft covered his lips.

Lian Yu met Qin Yi's dark and deep eyes.

"I'll help you."