Chapter 3 I want to... come again
Gu Yuan blinked, looking at Ji Yunzhou's ferocious face, and suddenly found it a little funny.
He decided to do something ruthless, the kind that would hurt the enemy by a thousand but hurt himself by eight hundred.
"Wait, Lord Ghost King."
Gu Yuan counted on his fingers, his tone relaxed: "One year later? By then, I will have already celebrated my nineteenth birthday! According to the fate calculated by Grandpa Lin, I will not live past the age of nineteen!
You guys are waiting in line to eat mine... I'm afraid you won't even be able to have a hot bite, you can only gnaw on the bones, and it has to be the dried kind."
After he finished speaking, he spread his hands innocently.
Ji Yunzhou: “…………”
The hideous smile on his face froze instantly.
Those dark red eyes stared at Gu Yuan intently, with astonishment, anger, and a hint of...
Feeling choked and suffocated?
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to roar, to retort, to strangle this fool who didn't know how to live or die.
But looking at the other person's look of "I won't live long anyway, you can do whatever you want", he is as fearless as a dead pig.
It took me a long time to utter a single word.
This contract will not be terminated with Gu Yuan's death. On the contrary, if Gu Yuan dies within this year, he will have to endure great pain.
He suddenly thought that this year he not only had to protect Gu Yuan, but also had to find a way to extend his life?
!!!
Finally, he could only squeeze out a short and irritable nasal sound from between his teeth: "Hmph!"
Then he turned his head away, leaving Gu Yuan with a back that exuded the feeling of "I don't want to talk to you".
Gu Yuan curled his lips and made a face at the cold figure.
In a voice that only he could hear, he muttered: "...cold and heartless..."
"I'm a ghost! I can hear!!"
Ji Yunzhou turned around suddenly, interrupting his muttering, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to eat someone:
"Ghosts! They don't have any emotions! Do you understand? Ruthlessness is the norm! Do you think they're as fussy as you humans?"
Gu Yuan frowned at his yelling:
"I know, I know! Lord Ghost King, you're right! You're the most ruthless! So cool!"
The tone couldn't be more perfunctory.
"snort!"
Ji Yunzhou turned his head again, facing him with the back of his head, and the coldness around him became even stronger.
Gu Yuan no longer cared about him. The most important thing now was Grandpa Lin’s funeral.
He rummaged through boxes and drawers and finally found a small string of firecrackers left over from the Chinese New Year, which had turned a little white due to moisture.
He walked to the gate of the yard, lit the fuse with trembling hands, and threw it out quickly.
"Crackle—crackle—!"
The harsh and ritualistic sound of firecrackers suddenly exploded in the quiet night of Heli Village and spread far away.
This is the custom in the countryside. When someone dies in the family, firecrackers are set off and all the neighbors will know about it.
Before long, heavy footsteps and whispers came closer.
The village chief, wearing an outer coat, hurried over with several strong laborers from the village.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Gu Yuan had changed into a hastily found, ill-fitting coarse linen mourning outfit, and was kneeling upright in front of Grandpa Lin's body covered with a white cloth.
The small figure looked particularly thin and desolate under the dim light.
"well……"
The village chief sighed heavily, walked forward and patted Gu Yuan's thin shoulders, his voice heavy:
"Xiao Yuan... My condolences. My condolences to you. Did Brother Lin... pass away peacefully?"
He glanced at the figure covered with a white sheet on the bed.
Gu Yuan lowered his head, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Well... Grandpa... didn't suffer when he left..."
He couldn't say too much about the black fog and the Ghost King. Telling them would only scare these ordinary people.
Many villagers came one after another. The men smoked their pipes silently, and the women wiped their tears quietly, helped to clean up the house, and lit the eternal lamp.
The small house was crowded with people, and the air was filled with sadness, the smell of smoke and a simple warmth between neighbors.
Everyone silently accompanied Gu Yuan to keep vigil.
The village chief looked at Gu Yuan's pale face and asked in a low voice:
"Xiao Yuan, do you want to hire a funeral master... a shaman? He can chant some sutras for Brother Lin and send him off. Don't worry about the money. Everyone in the village can chip in."
Gu Yuan thought of Grandpa Lin's last words and shook his head. His voice was not loud but very clear:
"Uncle, thank you all, but... Grandpa specifically instructed before he left that he... he must be buried tomorrow at noon, when the sun is at its highest. There can be no delay for a moment."
Grandpa Lin has lived in Heli Village for most of his life. He is an upright person, understands yin and yang, has helped many people in the village, and has a high prestige.
After hearing what he said, the village chief and several elderly people looked at each other, thinking that the request was a bit hasty and a bit strange.
The body would usually be kept for a few days, but thinking of Grandpa Lin's identity and the things he knew, he finally nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
"Okay, since Brother Lin has given instructions, let's do as he wishes. The burial will be at noon tomorrow."
The village chief made the final decision and began to arrange people to prepare for tomorrow's affairs.
When the villagers came, Ji Yunzhou turned into a very faint black gas and quietly hid back in Gu Yuan's body, temporarily sharing a body with him.
Gu Yuan could clearly feel a cold, heavy consciousness in his body, filled with strong dissatisfaction and extreme impatience.
"Humph, a bunch of ignorant mortals, crying and making so much noise."
Ji Yunzhou's cold and disgusted voice rang directly in Gu Yuan's mind: "And this shabby place, there's nothing! It's so boring!"
Gu Yuan was immersed in grief and remembrance of Grandpa Lin. When he heard his completely unsympathetic words, a nameless anger rose up in him.
He retorted fiercely in his heart: "Shut up! You cold-blooded old ghost..."
"I told you I'm a ghost!"
Ji Yunzhou's voice suddenly rose in his mind, filled with offended anger:
"Ghost! There is no such thing as 'love'! If you dare to insult me with the word 'love' again, believe it or not, I will..."
"Believe me, believe me! You are the most ruthless! The coldest! The most like a lump of ice! Okay?"
Gu Yuan interrupted him impatiently in his heart.
Ji Yunzhou seemed to be choked by his rapid-fire "praise".
After a long silence, he replied sinisterly, "...you sharp-tongued brat, you'll have your day to cry."
Gu Yuan ignored him and just looked at the flickering lights in silence, feeling the warmth brought by the surrounding villagers.
However, the thousand-year-old ghost Ji Yunzhou, who was nestled in his body, was quiet for a while, and seemed to be attracted by some special aura from Gu Yuan again.
It was a smell that was... unusually sweet and tempting to someone like him.
It is not the aroma of food, but more like a pure and powerful source of energy, mixed with the special scent of an extremely yin constitution.
Ji Yunzhou's consciousness quietly locked onto the young man who was temporarily under his "protection".
Gu Yuan is not bad looking, with a cool and cool aura.
Under the dim light, Gu Yuan's profile was clean and soft, with the childishness that was unique to a nineteen-year-old (although he was still a month away from turning nineteen) boy and had not yet completely faded.
Her cold white skin looked even paler and more fragile against the backdrop of the coarse linen mourning clothes.
He was clear and cold, like a handful of fresh snow, yet... too fragrant.
A vague and dangerous thought, like a vine quietly emerging from the abyss, silently entwined Ji Yunzhou's will:
"This little bastard... smells... so tempting? It looks... so soft..."
At this moment, Gu Yuan's eyes went dark and he fainted without any warning.
"Xiao Yuan!"
The village chief exclaimed and quickly called an old man in the village who knew some medicine to come forward and take the patient's pulse.
The old man took the patient's pulse for a while and shook his head:
"It's nothing, he's just too sad, and he's already weak, so he's exhausted. Let him have a good sleep."
The village chief looked at the people in the mourning hall who were chatting and playing cards to relieve boredom, and the environment was noisy, so he called a strong young man:
"Zhu Zi, take Xiao Yuan back to his own home and let him sleep. Remember to lock the gate before you leave. I'll go wake him up early tomorrow morning."
Zhuzi responded, carefully picked up the light-hearted Gu Yuan, and brought him back to his own small courtyard, where he placed him on the bed. He then carefully bolted the courtyard door before leaving.
As soon as the man left, the courtyard fell into complete silence, and not even the sound of insects could be heard.
After an unknown amount of time, Gu Yuan, who was in a daze, felt something cold touching him. The coolness seeped into his burning skin, bringing an indescribable feeling of comfort.
"Hmm..." He let out a soft moan unconsciously.
The pain caused beads of cold sweat to seep out of his forehead.
He subconsciously reached out to push away the heavy pressure on his body.
Ji Yunzhou's kisses, with uncontrolled greed, fell densely on the boy's fair and fragile neck and collarbone.
The alluring aroma was so close that it almost burned away his remaining sanity.
How could someone be... so fragrant? So soft?
It's like it was born to be his!
Ji Yunzhou became more and more ferocious and out of control.
He was no longer satisfied with just a brief taste and wanted to completely possess the person in front of him.
Gu Yuan responded clumsily and unconsciously.
Like dry firewood and raging fire, it instantly ignited Ji Yunzhou's desire that had been suppressed for thousands of years.
"Baby, you are so good~"
A low and hoarse voice, filled with affection that he himself was not aware of, slipped out uncontrollably from the depths of his consciousness.
He didn't know why he shouted like that, but at this moment, this name seemed to be imprinted in his soul as naturally as ever.
"Baby, baby, wife~"
Possessive names kept coming...
With every cry, Ji Yunzhou felt more depressed.
"Um……"
The subtle humming sound from Gu Yuan was like the strongest aphrodisiac to Ji Yunzhou's ears.
The voice was faint, but it scratched his soul like a feather, completely overwhelmed by surging desire.
Every wisp of soul power in his body was occupied by this strange and wild possessiveness.
He was like an insatiable beast.
Crazy demands in your own territory.
Until the sky outside the window turned pale...
Ji Yunzhou's frenzy gradually subsided...
When Ji Yunzhou was alive... she was a pure virgin.
After being a ghost for thousands of years, he has become even more pure-hearted and has few desires, and regards worldly desires as nothing.
Old virgin.
Oh~ he is not now.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the red marks on Gu Yuan's body left by his own loss of control, his eyes were complicated and difficult to read.
The devastating scene, far from satisfying him, was like a spark thrown into dry wood.
Still want to...
Next...
"Pa!" A crisp slap sounded in the silent room.
Ji Yunzhou hit himself hard.
What's wrong with him?
For thousands of years, he had been accustomed to being in control of everything. This almost beast-like feeling of being out of control seemed as distant as a previous life!
It must be that damn blood pact at work!
It must be!
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