SCWP Chapter 45

Corpse, Living Soul?

Corpse, Living Soul?

“Is it more desolate here?”

“Is it? Hasn’t it always been like this?”

They could have driven straight through, but halfway there, Qi Feiyu suddenly said he wanted to go through the alley.

Lin Qichi obliged him, finding a corner to park the car.

The long sword, wrapped in its case, was casually carried by Qi Feiyu. Lin Qichi took some talismans, and in the time it took him to turn around, Qi Feiyu had shrunk in size, the long sword now held in his arms.

He looked rather well-behaved.

One Chi Alley was still layered with illusions. As soon as the two stepped inside, the distance between the two sides was magnified more than tenfold by the illusion.

Lin Qichi looked at the walls on both sides, covered in inscriptions, and asked the Qi Feiyu, who had shrunk again in his arms, “How does this alley choose people?”

“Can’t you guess?” Qi Feiyu, taking advantage of his small size, nestled in Lin Qichi’s arms, covering himself with his coat, already very familiar with the place.

“Voice?” Lin Qichi supported Qi Feiyu with one hand and helped him pull his clothes up with the other, covering him tightly.

Qi Feiyu shook his head, his fluffy little head rubbing against Lin Qichi’s shoulder blade. Unlike his icy body, the separated fluff felt like holding a glass puppy.

“Smell?” Lin Qichi ruffled Qi Feiyu’s hair. Besides making it messier, he received a beautiful glare from Qi Feiyu.

Topped with a newly baked mess of hair, he looked even cuter. Especially those scarlet, cold eyes glaring at people, as clear and beautiful as glass beads.

Lin Qichi picked up a strand of stray hair blocking Qi Feiyu’s eyes, twirling it between his fingertips: “Why are you so obsessed with gardenias?”

“It’s not my obsession,” Qi Feiyu subconsciously retorted, but seeing Lin Qichi’s reproachful gaze, he swallowed the rest of his words and rephrased, “Okay, it’s partly mine too.”

Lin Qichi comfortingly rubbed his fluffy head. Compared to other places, his fluffy, not-too-cold head felt really good to the touch.

Qi Feiyu subconsciously nuzzled his head against Lin Qichi’s hand, the whole ghost in a good mood: “You probably can’t imagine, I suddenly gained a memory.”

“This is too absurd, darling.” Lin Qichi mentally covered his face. What was all this?

Wasn’t this supposed to be his line? How could he steal his lines?

Lin Qichi looked down again at Qi Feiyu’s intoxicated little face. Okay, he would forgive him for the sake of his cuteness.

“In that dream, there was someone who looked a lot like you.” Qi Feiyu’s small profile gently pressed against Lin Qichi’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, “thump, thump, thump…”

“Substitue romance?” Lin Qichi stepped closer to the depths of One Chi Alley, the ghost king’s domain, an extremely dangerous place.

He could feel that the closer he got, the stronger the Yin energy on Qi Feiyu’s body became.

“That person was very much like a gardenia. In my memory, he always had the scent of gardenias, so I unconsciously… got used to it.” Besides occasionally saying a word, Qi Feiyu remained quietly nestled in Lin Qichi’s arms.

Lin Qichi patted his back lightly, a complete baby-soothing technique.

Qi Feiyu suddenly looked up excitedly, looking into Lin Qichi’s eyes and saying, “Maybe our meeting was destined.”

“Darling, do you know what withdrawal symptoms are?”

Qi Feiyu looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly said this.

“Maybe there is someone who is painstakingly searching for you, and that person is not me, would you still like me?”

“I need you.” Qi Feiyu looked at him steadily.

“Just need?” Lin Qichi turned his chin, gently but irresistibly forcing Qi Feiyu to look directly into his eyes.

“Then what about you?” Qi Feiyu didn’t know how to answer him for a moment, so he asked back.

Lin Qichi didn’t answer, pressing Qi Feiyu back down, looking at the dark Yin energy pressing in front of him.

“We have to go through here, right?”

As a ghost, Qi Feiyu naturally sensed the Yin energy behind him before Lin Qichi, the human, did, and suspiciously sensed the massive Yin energy mass behind him, “Man-made?”

“Someone doesn’t want you to go back, darling.” Lin Qichi smoothed all of Qi Feiyu’s fluffy hair and wrapped it all up in his coat, not letting a single strand of hair show outside.

If it was directed at him, bringing Qi Feiyu over so carelessly would feel like angering them, making it even more difficult.

Lin Qichi drew out the sword that Qi Feiyu was holding. As soon as the sword left its sheath, a chilling Yin energy surged out.

“Be careful.”

“Hide from what?” Lin Qichi turned his wrist with the sword in a teasing manner, while the other hand firmly protected Qi Feiyu’s buttocks, keeping him close to his body.

Qi Feiyu was rarely so well-behaved.

“I’m not hiding, I’m watching you.” Qi Feiyu said this, but his head didn’t come out of his arms at all.

“Mhm, mhm, watching me.” Lin Qichi smiled perfunctorily. Once he grasped the sword, the aura around him was completely different.

Compared to that large mass of Yin energy, what came next was an even more terrifying sword aura.

One by one, strangely shaped ghosts bared their fangs and claws, lunging towards Lin Qichi.

“Nice sword.” Qi Feiyu suddenly praised.

“Darling, who are you praising?” Lin Qichi suspected that he had killed too many, causing him to mishear.

Lin Qichi was slashing in front, forcibly carving out a bloody path, and the weight in his arms was getting lighter and lighter.

The road behind was blocked. This should be it.

“Darling, should I smash the wall, or climb over it?”

“Climb.” Qi Feiyu’s hollow voice floated out from somewhere.

Lin Qichi looked down, at the increasingly faint figure in his arms.

This was really embarrassing him.

Lin Qichi took a step back with his right foot, stomping hard on the wall in front of him. The hand holding the sword grabbed the not-too-low top of the wall, and with a contraction of his waist, he pulled himself up.

With a flip of his wrist, Lin Qichi was already over.

The one he was holding steadily in his arms had solidified slightly.

Qi Feiyu slowly opened his eyes and said, “Bottom of the well.”

Without Qi Feiyu saying it, Lin Qichi, who hadn’t even stood still yet, ran towards the direction of the dry well.

A large amount of Yin energy was gathering there, as if gushing out from the bottom of the well.

“Be careful!”

Before Qi Feiyu’s reminder could finish, Lin Qichi had already flipped down the well. As soon as his hand left the well’s edge, he gripped the sword and raised it.

Barely managing to block the attack coming straight at him.

Lin Qichi clenched the suddenly appearing rope, a small gardenia flower dotted on it. Lin Qichi twisted his wrist, wrapping the rope around his hand several times.

Lin Qichi was suspended in the well, one hand wrapping the rope, while the other tightly gripped the sword, accurately chopping down every ghost that pounced over.

“Darling, if you don’t come out, I might not be able to handle their enthusiasm.”

“Aren’t you pretty relaxed?” Qi Feiyu’s pale, icy arm tightly encircled Lin Qichi’s neck, his whole body hanging on him, looking up at him.

“I can’t help it, they’re too enthusiastic, a bit too much to refuse.”

The Yin energy that didn’t belong to Qi Feiyu was impacting his wrist wave after wave. This vine wasn’t made by Qi Feiyu.

“Don’t you want me anymore?” Qi Feiyu tightened his arms around Lin Qichi’s neck, looking like he was looking at a heartless man.

“This is a mistake, don’t be angry, let’s clean them up and then talk, okay?” Lin Qichi hugged Qi Feiyu even tighter, worried that the one in his arms would suddenly run away in a fit of pique.

“Okay, at your disposal.” Qi Feiyu bit Lin Qichi’s neck fiercely, a flash of uncontrolled scarlet light in his eyes.

Quite a temper.

Lin Qichi released the hand wrapped around the rope. During the rapid descent, the ghosts that pounced over were blocked by a layer of familiar Yin energy.

“I can’t hold on for too long.” Qi Feiyu leaned weakly on Lin Qichi’s shoulder.

It was only a few moments!

Lin Qichi’s speculation about the identity of the person behind the layout became even more firm.

Someone familiar with Qi Feiyu, who could imitate his Yin energy habits in a short amount of time.

“Does this place make you feel very uncomfortable, darling?” Lin Qichi pressed his face against Qi Feiyu’s icy face. Although his body had become more solid, the Yin energy on him was getting weaker and weaker.

“Don’t worry… about my body… just…” Qi Feiyu rubbed against Lin Qichi unconsciously, his voice getting lower and lower.

Once he landed on the ground, with the addition of handy tools, Lin Qichi killing ghosts was like chopping vegetables. Those that hadn’t even pounced to his side had already had their limbs severed.

“How do I open it?” Lin Qichi arrived at the familiar coffin, looking at the inner lid floating with a layer of Yin energy, tentatively poking it with his sword.

“There’s an illusion array inside.”

“I can see that,” Lin Qichi blocked the next wave of ghosts with a slash of his sword, “You want me to solve the array while killing them?”

Qi Feiyu propped himself up from his arms, visibly weak, but his body was also a lot more solid, probably because he was close to the coffin?

“I could, but…” It would be slower with only one hand.

Before Lin Qichi could finish speaking, Qi Feiyu snatched the sword from his hand and struggled out of his arms, immediately changing to a larger form as soon as he landed.

He coldly said to the ghosts welcoming him, “I’ll do it.”

Now that his arms were empty, Lin Qichi had no choice but to keep the words he hadn’t said to himself, quickly drawing out a few talismans and starting to solve the array.

The formations on the coffin were stacked a lot, but the format was very old. It took Lin Qichi some effort to identify them, but solving them was still quick.

Qi Feiyu hadn’t been familiar with the sword for long, but the illusion array had already been solved.

Lin Qichi tried everything to pry open the coffin lid, but it seemed to be seamlessly attached, and no tool could fit through.

Lin Qichi saw the coffin lid on the side and shouted to Qi Feiyu behind him.

“Darling, sword.”

Qi Feiyu threw the sword to him with extreme trust, and Lin Qichi unfolded a shield made of talismans in front of him at the same time.

Lin Qichi used the sword to pry open the coffin lid, and cracks finally began to appear on the coffin.

Wasn’t this a case of “the one who tied the bell must untie it?”

Lin Qichi rotated the sword little by little, and the range of the cracks expanded. The black-gold coffin lid, like an ordinary wooden coffin, cracked inch by inch.

Finally!

The entire coffin lid shattered and fell to the ground, no longer concealing the things inside.

Qi Feiyu weakly leaned against the edge of the coffin, his body gradually changing from solid to transparent.

The ghosts all around were suddenly enraged, crashing into the talisman shield more fiercely than before.

Lin Qichi gripped the sword hilt, smiling and waiting for them to break through the defenses.