Chapter 2 Red-haired Ghost
The man's red hair fell freely along his shoulders, shining and very eye-catching.
She was dressed in a dark ancient costume with gold patterns. The gilded patterns on the sleeves and the gorgeous pleats on the collar and cuffs perfectly nailed the word "noble".
Once you sit there, you will become a king with a strange and domineering aura that has walked out of ancient legends.
But his skin was frighteningly white, not the warm jade-white of a living person, but a lifeless, deathly pale color almost as gray as the wall.
At this moment, he was leaning against the wall, and his two slender but bloodless fingers were holding Grandpa Lin's peach wood sword in an extremely disgusted posture.
"Tsk,"
A deep, disdainful voice rang out, "What kind of inferior magical weapon is this? It's too painful to use as a firewood stick."
The man threw the peach wood sword to the ground with a slight sound.
He seemed to sense Gu Yuan's gaze and slowly turned his head.
Compared to the fact that ghosts are not afraid of the peach wood sword, what made Gu Yuan's breath catch in his throat was...
It's that face that is so impactful.
His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. Together, he was so handsome that it was extremely aggressive, enough to make anyone who saw him lose their mind for a moment.
However, those eyes... the pupils were a dark red like solidified blood, without a trace of warmth in them, only bottomless darkness and an indifference that treated all things as ants.
Coupled with that lingering, almost tangible, eerie ghost aura...
This is definitely not a human!
"What are you looking at?"
man.
Or a male ghost.
The pair of dark red eyes narrowed dangerously, and the thin lips curled up into a cold arc.
His voice was as cold as ice: "Do you believe I can dig out your eyeballs and play with them like marbles?"
Gu Yuan was startled by these malicious words and came back to his senses.
He clutched his chest and rushed to the bedside, looking at Grandpa Lin’s lifeless face: “Grandpa Lin! What…what on earth is going on?”
His eyes swept over the figure on the armchair, and he questioned with fear: "And this red-haired ghost... who is he?!"
"Red-haired ghost?"
The man's voice suddenly rose eight degrees, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply!
"I am the Millennium Ghost King—Ji Yunzhou! You are so ignorant..."
He stood up suddenly and raised his hand to teach Gu Yuan a lesson.
Before he could finish his words, Ji Yunzhou's handsome but pale face suddenly twisted!
He covered his chest, as if it had been hit hard by an invisible hammer.
At the same time, the blood-colored rune between Gu Yuan's eyebrows suddenly lit up with a faint, almost imperceptible red light!
"Blood...blood contract?"
Ji Yunzhou put down his hands that were covering his chest and stared at the glowing rune between Gu Yuan's eyebrows, his face looking extremely ugly!
Well, he was dead.
Ji Yunzhou was so angry that he almost laughed.
"That old thing... actually used forbidden techniques to bind me... to you?"
Gu Yuan touched his still slightly hot brows with a bewildered look on his face: "What blood contract? Binding? What does it mean?"
He was completely out of the loop.
“That means—!”
Ji Yunzhou's figure appeared in front of Gu Yuan in an instant like a ghost, and their noses were almost touching.
Ji Yunzhou's dark red eyes locked onto Gu Yuan, gritting his teeth.
"I'm your bodyguard now! Your soul! If you die, I'll be injured! If you're injured, I'll feel pain! That old bastard is plotting against me before he dies!!"
Gu Yuan's head was buzzing from his yelling. He shrank his neck and moved a little further away from him.
After digesting the meaning of this sentence, he blinked his eyes, and the string in his mind "snapped" was connected:
"So... you are now my... personal bodyguard?"
He asked cautiously, tentatively.
Ji Yunzhou's extremely handsome face was instantly covered with a mask of pain. His expression was full of excitement, and he was so choked that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
“Pfft…hahahaha!”
Gu Yuan looked at his extremely aggrieved look, and a wave of sadness, joy, and absurd emotions rushed up, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.
As I laughed, tears rolled down uncontrollably like beads from a broken string.
He raised his sleeve and wiped his face vigorously, looking at the old man who passed away peacefully on the bed, his voice with a heavy nasal tone:
"Old man... before you left... you found me such a... such a 'powerful' bodyguard..."
"Personal bodyguard? Protective spirit?!"
Ji Yunzhou completely went berserk!
He was spinning in circles in the small room, his body filled with chill, and wherever he passed, a layer of white frost quickly formed.
"What a joke! I'm Ji Yunzhou! The illustrious Millennium Ghost King! I dominate the land! I'm such a being that even the underworld would tremble with a single stomp of my feet!
"You're actually going to be a nanny for a human kid who's barely grown all his hair and still wet behind the ears? A bodyguard?! How am I going to survive in the ghost world if this gets out? Old man! I curse your soul to scatter and never be reborn!"
He kicked the peach wood sword on the ground with an angry kick.
But Grandpa Lin is indeed horrified...
"...Um, Ji Yunzhou?"
Gu Yuan covered his still aching chest and pointed at the old man on the bed:
"Can you... help me with Grandpa Lin's... funeral arrangements first..."
"cannot!"
Ji Yunzhou didn't even think twice and turned around to glare at him fiercely: "Why should I care about that old man's affairs? Hasn't he screwed me over badly enough?"
However, before he could finish his words, his body seemed to be pulled by invisible threads and floated unwillingly towards the bed.
His face turned even uglier.
This was obviously against his will, and it was the blood pact that was forcibly intervening.
"...Damn it! This is a lousy contract!"
Ji Yunzhou cursed under his breath and asked irritably, "...What should I do?"
The tone was extremely bad, as if he was enduring great humiliation.
Then he suddenly reacted and roared at Gu Yuan: "Calling me Lord Ghost King! It's rude!"
"...Oh, okay, Ghost King...sir..."
Gu Yuan rolled his eyes in his heart and didn't bother with the tsundere guy.
Even though this bodyguard has a terrible temper and looks ferocious, but... it seems like he really can't be gotten rid of?
Besides, this is a living... ghost left to him by Grandpa Lin...
More than half an hour later, Gu Yuan carefully covered Grandpa Lin's body with the only relatively clean white cloth in the house.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging grief.
As a result, when he turned around, he saw Lord Ji Yunzhou, who called himself the Thousand-Year Ghost King and was very arrogant, squatting in the darkest corner of the room with his back to him.
The iconic arrogant red hair now drooped listlessly.
His pale fingers were moving back and forth, bored and extremely depressed...
Drawing circles on the frosty ground?
One circle, two circles, three circles...mechanical movements.
It is full of the feeling of "I am very unhappy", "I want to kill someone", "but I am bound by a contract and cannot kill".
No matter how you look at that back figure, it exudes a sense of resentment that says, "Keep away, don't mess with me."
Gu Yuan: "..."
This contrast...isn't it too big?
You were furious and wanted to destroy the world just now, but now you are squatting in the corner drawing circles?
He silently tidied up his clothes that were stained with dust and blood, wiped his face, and tried his best to make himself look less embarrassed.
Then, he spoke softly, a little tentatively: "Um... Lord Ghost King? What are you...what are you planning to do next...?"
Should I follow him or find a good Feng Shui location for my own grave?
Out of sight, out of mind?
He didn't dare ask the latter question.
Ji Yunzhou paused as he was drawing a circle with his fingers, and his back stiffened instantly.
He stood up suddenly, so fast that a gust of cold wind was raised.
When he turned around, his face had regained that arrogant and indifferent look, but there was still a trace of frustration deep in his eyes.
He snorted coldly, his voice filled with ice:
"Hmph! The old man signed a blood pact with his life, the term is one year. Within one year..."
His dark red eyes locked onto Gu Yuan, without a trace of warmth in them, only the coldness of contractual obligations:
"I must ensure that this piece of 'meat' of yours is not snatched away, torn apart, or devoured by other blind evil spirits. Do you understand? Little snack."
When he said the last three words, a ferocious, malicious smile appeared on his lips: "Wait a year before the blood contract is lifted..."
He paused deliberately, his sinister gaze sweeping across Gu Yuan, as if he was choosing where to start.
"I will be the first one to devour you alive! Even the bones will be chewed up and swallowed!!"
Gu Yuan: "..."
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