Chapter 4 Bite Here
"nature."
Fu Qinghuai stared at his instantly solemn expression, then suddenly smiled and leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous, "Your soul contains a thousand years of resentment. When I gather them together, the resentment will form a huge ghostly force. If you can't even withstand this backlash, there's no use keeping you around."
"Now, do you still want to negotiate with me? Either let me suck some more blood so I can hold on a little longer, or wait until my resentment backfires and we're torn to shreds together by the resentment of the souls. Which do you choose?"
Well, now we're being threatened instead.
Xie Xun stared at the dark light in the demon's eyes, a light that seemed certain he would compromise, and suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.
He tilted his head to expose his neck, deliberately presenting it to the evil spirit, revealing a patch of delicate, fair skin. Even the movement of his Adam's apple as he breathed was clearly seen by Fu Qinghuai.
"My wrist hurts, let's try a different spot."
Xie Xun's voice was a little hoarse, but he showed no sign of weakness, pointing to his neck.
"Bite here, so you won't keep rubbing against the wound."
Fu Qinghuai's gaze suddenly fixed on that section of neck, his eyes surging with a complex and turbulent light, as if he had lost control due to the unexpected offering.
He slowly approached, the black mist pulling the man up from the ground. He then casually gripped the back of the handsome young man's neck, leaned down, and rubbed his nose against the delicate blood vessel, a gesture tinged with intimacy.
Xie Xun could feel the evil spirit's breath getting closer and closer, carrying the unique chill of a thousand-year-old soul. When it brushed against the skin on the side of his neck, it raised goosebumps.
His body tensed instantly, but he didn't push it away. He felt that the skin was like it had been covered with ice, and it was incredibly hot. He even subconsciously softened his breathing.
"If you're going to bite, hurry up and stop dawdling. I don't have that much time to waste with you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Qinghuai's sharp teeth gently pierced the skin, not biting deeply, but enough to draw out warm blood for him to suck. Xie Xun groaned, his whole body going numb from the sudden, strange sensation.
"Hello……"
His voice was slightly unsteady as he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the demon's brocade robe, his fingertips turning white. "Don't suck too much, it will hurt."
This coquettish remark made Fu Qinghuai pause for a moment, but he didn't stop. Instead, he sucked even slower, his sharp teeth occasionally brushing lightly against the edge of his wound.
The black mist gradually thickened, enveloping the two of them and forming a barrier that isolated them from the outside world.
After a while, Fu Qinghuai finally released the person. When his lips left, he deliberately licked the remaining bloodstains with the tip of his tongue, leaving a wet and cool residue.
He saw the person in front of him with tightly closed eyelashes trembling slightly, a faint blush spreading across her fair face, and even the fingers gripping his sleeve tightening unconsciously.
This look is actually more endearing than if she were deliberately provoking someone.
It's also...very erotic.
Just then, a faint ghostly wail came from afar. It was the headless female ghost who had escaped earlier trying to escape along the yin energy reflected in the mirror.
Fu Qinghuai's eyes turned cold. He didn't loosen his grip on Xie Xun's neck, nor did he even turn around. He simply waved his other sleeve, and the black mist instantly transformed into sharp claws, piercing through the wall and grabbing the female ghost's soul, tearing it in two.
Amidst the screams of his soul dissipating, he caught a glimpse of Xie Xun's slightly flushed face, his eyes filled with mockery.
Before long, the last bit of black energy from the headless female ghost dissipated under the claws of the black mist, and the remaining yin energy in the mirror was also extinguished by Fu Qinghuai.
At this moment, the evil spirit deliberately leaned down and blew a breath of cold air into Xie Xun's ear, its voice carrying a chilling laugh, "Escape? Nothing can escape from me."
Xie Xun: "..."
He couldn't help but roll his eyes. This devil was not only wicked, but also had a serious case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), which was quite speechless.
But at the same time, he also witnessed the power of the evil spirit, which was even more terrifying than he had expected.
Xie Xun was about to ask about the origins of the evil spirit, such as why it was sealed by the Xie family and what it was.
Just then, a rapid engine sound suddenly came from afar. The headlights pierced the darkness inside the house, sweeping a blinding light across the ground before speeding away, leaving only the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground.
"It's him!" Xie Xun's pupils shrank sharply.
That was the male owner who brought him to this haunted house. He hadn't appeared when he was fighting with the evil spirit, and now he had abandoned him and run away.
Xie Xun instinctively tried to break free from Fu Qinghuai's grasp to chase after him, but the other man held him tightly around the waist, rendering him immobile. His eagerness made him ignore the other man's ambiguous actions, and he only wanted to push him away forcefully.
"Why are you stopping me? Letting him go will only cause endless trouble!"
Eliminating the root of the problem has always been Xie Xun's guiding principle.
If we let him get away, it might cause even more trouble in the future.
Fu Qinghuai hadn't expected him to be so ruthless, but recalling the aura he had sensed earlier, he sneered inwardly, thinking, "What goes around comes around."
That was the puppet manipulation technique that the Liu family excelled at; they could easily control both humans and ghosts.
Now that it's attached to the male owner, it will only accelerate the absorption of his yin energy. Before long, the man will become an empty shell.
But he didn't intend to tell Xie Xun all of these things.
"That's the Liu family's puppetry technique; there's no need to pursue it."
Before Xie Xun could ask any further questions, Fu Qinghuai suddenly turned around, his dark figure transforming into a wisp of black mist as he burrowed straight into the broken jade on the ground. "I need to rest, don't bother me."
Centuries have passed, and this broken jade is still the most comfortable place to stay.
Instantly, the piece of jade shimmered with a faint black halo, then regained its warm luster, as if the ferocious demon had never appeared.
Xie Xun frowned as he picked up the broken jade. He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but he had no way of knowing them.
Just then, the sky outside the window was bright with sunlight. He was shocked to realize that he had spent the entire night in the haunted house. The bite marks on his neck were still burning, his wrists were stinging with pain, and his chest was still aching. He looked utterly disheveled.
He clutched the cool, broken jade in his hand, no longer dwelling on Fu Qinghuai's sudden escape, and got up to leave this godforsaken place.
If this drags on any longer, the wound will become infected, and he doesn't want to get a fever and get sick because of it.
...
In the hospital emergency room, the morning light from outside the window fell on Xie Xun's pale face, making his already delicate features appear even more gentle and beautiful.
An elderly doctor in a white coat walked over with iodine swabs, and frowned as soon as his gaze fell on the wound on the man's wrist.
"How could such a young and beautiful girl be so despondent as to cut her wrists?"
The cotton swab stung as it rubbed the broken skin, and coupled with the shadow cast by Xie Xun's lowered eyelashes, she looked every bit the delicate young woman. The old doctor's movements became much gentler as he treated the wound, muttering, "When it comes to matters of the heart, nothing is ever smooth sailing. It's foolish to torture yourself for someone who isn't worth it..."
At that moment, the old doctor caught a glimpse of the faint red bite mark on his neck out of the corner of his eye. His expression instantly became complicated, and he shook his head and sighed repeatedly, "These young people nowadays, don't torture yourselves like this when you're in a relationship. Your health is your most valuable asset..."
Xie Xun: "..."
His lips twitched involuntarily, but he offered no explanation.
You can't exactly say the wound was caused by a demon or the bite mark was left by someone sucking your blood.
The old doctor went on and on, and Xie Xun couldn't help but smirk. He thought of many sad things to keep himself from laughing out loud.
He let the doctor wrap his wrist with gauze, carefully leaving room for movement even between his fingers, until the doctor tied a knot to his satisfaction. Only then did he slowly raise his eyes, his voice clear and calm, "Doctor, I am a man."
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