SCWP Chapter 49

Lovers finally get married.

Lovers finally get married.

The moment Lin Qichi appeared, many established things were disrupted and reorganized.

Qi Feiyu subconsciously avoided his hand, but Lin Qichi grabbed his neck first.

Lin Qichi leaned over him, using two fingers to hold a bloodstained feather, lightly stroking Qi Feiyu’s face. He said gently, “Be good, let me rest for a bit.”

Only then did Qi Feiyu notice his panting and dazed eyes.

The feather must have been imbued with some kind of power, because Qi Feiyu couldn’t move at all. He could only soften his tone and ask with a somber expression, “Are you still going to use it?”

“Hmm?” Lin Qichi tilted his ear, as if trying to discern the sound. He looked at Qi Feiyu’s opening and closing mouth from extremely close.

All he could see were white edges, barely able to make out shapes and sizes. Anything more precise was impossible.

He couldn’t understand what Qi Feiyu had just said anymore. Even if he could read lips, it was useless.

The gardenia in front of Wen Ren Shu suddenly fell, smashing onto the bloodied ground, covered in mud and blood.

Qi Feiyu saw Lin Qichi’s fatigue, but Wen Ren Shu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, still blindly believing that he could handle everything perfectly.

Lin Qichi gently breathed in Qi Feiyu’s ear, making him change his pushing motion into wrapping his arms around Lin Qichi’s shoulders.

Things that had already been decided were always easily changed by him.

He was already corroded by yin energy to that extent, so how did he get here?

The blood-red golden feather lay horizontally between them, like the embodiment of the enormous chasm between them.

Everything, all their first meeting, acquaintance, tenderness, and deep affection, was a planned conspiracy from the very beginning.

Whether it was the Ghost Gate or the Heavenly Master Association, they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

A genius that was rare to see in a thousand years, from the moment of his birth, many things had already been arranged.

“Let me go.” Qi Feiyu weakly supported his thin shoulders. He should have pushed him away while he hadn’t recovered yet, but he didn’t dare to exert any more force.

If there really was an “if,” he hoped they could quietly press their hearts together, relying on that occasional in-sync resonance, feeling the reality of being as if they were one.

“Can’t let go, darling.” Lin Qichi didn’t move, slowly recovering his strength, and said to Qi Feiyu as if chatting casually, “Do you know why they’re not here?”

“You’re the bait, so what about him?” Qi Feiyu changed his sitting position, protecting and hugging Lin Qichi tightly.

Some things were already self-evident, but he still wanted to ask, to puncture a little bit of his own secret hope.

“The end of the game often requires a hero to bear the glory.” Lin Qichi lightly kissed the corner of Qi Feiyu’s eye. Even if the past was all lies, at least now, it was genuine emotion without needing to disguise it.

Qi Feiyu lost control and pinned him against the desk, as if prepared to destroy everything, willingly offering everything and kissing him passionately.

Lin Qichi grabbed the back of his head and pulled the ghost away from himself.

The yin energy behind him was getting heavier and heavier. He was stalling for time!

And coincidentally, so was Lin Qichi.

Lin Qichi used the force to stand up and locked lips with Qi Feiyu, inseparable.

Wen Ren Shu looked at the surreal scene in front of him in horror. His brother was kissing a demon, and behind them was the cracked Ghost Gate.

Those ghosts and yin energy that shouldn’t continue to exist in this world were desperately trying to get out.

“Don’t be afraid.” Lin Qichi took a breath and said a sentence, not knowing who he was talking to. Qi Feiyu pulled him back, dissatisfied.

“Brother?” Wen Ren Shu’s tone was hesitant. He even suspected that he had been corroded by yin energy for too long and was hallucinating.

Actually, his brother wasn’t here at all. Wen Ren Shu watched in despair as both of them seemed to react to his words.

“Yes.” Lin Qichi’s voice was muffled, with Qi Feiyu’s dissatisfied groan.

Lin Qichi naturally put his arm around Qi Feiyu’s shoulder. At this moment, they only had each other in their sight.

In fact, they both knew that they were being used.

The Ghost Gate opened, and monsters crawled out from inside. Black, long arms made of yin energy desperately grabbed at the living things around.

Lin Qichi hooked his foot and retrieved the long sword hidden under the seat, quickly gripping the hilt.

Qi Feiyu reached out to stop him, but Lin Qichi pressed him down heavily.

The feather between Lin Qichi’s fingers pierced Qi Feiyu’s heart.

The grim ghost energy around the Ghost Gate spread slowly. The door was being pushed open little by little. Even if the things inside were anxious, they couldn’t speed it up.

Lin Qichi recalled their first meeting, their chance encounter at the Scrapyard. The suddenly collapsing upper structure, and the long-haired beauty sitting obliquely on the edge of the coffin, captivatingly enchanting, catching him.

Especially those eyes containing lava. Once you fell into them, you’d be burned to ashes.

Lin Qichi hugged Qi Feiyu, and the long sword pierced through both of their abdomens. Blood flowed from different vessels, leaping along the blade.

His body had already been semi-transformed. Qi Feiyu’s yin energy had been integrated into his blood and bone marrow. The yin energy felt a familiar aura, and stained Qi Feiyu all over with blood.

Lin Qichi bled even faster, a sweet and greasy taste welling up in his throat. He spat out a mouthful of blood, much of which splattered on both of them.

Qi Feiyu’s blood-stained clothes were dyed with fresh blood again, but besides anger, he only felt at a loss.

He could only look at him pitifully, begging him not to hurt himself so much. He remembered that Lin Qichi couldn’t see anything anymore, and felt even more helplessly wracked with pain.

What was more painful than death was watching his lover, whom he had finally recognized his feelings for, hurt himself relentlessly.

Qi Feiyu was already a ghost. The power of the Ghost King made it impossible for him to die again, but Lin Qichi was different. Even if his body had been transformed by yin energy, he was still human.

The aura inside the Ghost Gate grew wildly, as if some restriction had been lifted, surging towards the two of them.

Lin Qichi lowered his head, touching the place where the sword had pierced them both. His hand was slippery and sticky. Judging by the amount of blood he was losing, he probably wouldn’t last long.

It was just a pity that he couldn’t see anything now, otherwise he would definitely be able to see Qi Feiyu with tears in his eyes. He was like that in bed, he loved to cry whenever he got emotional.

Every time Lin Qichi heard him crying and laughed at him, his eyes would be covered with a band woven from gardenias. Even though he couldn’t see anything, he still had to cover them.

He finally instructed Wen Ren Shu, “Switch,” and then happily hugged Qi Feiyu, both falling into the Ghost Gate.

Actually, it hurt quite a bit.

Qi Feiyu was controlled by the feather. Even with the supply of yin energy and his out-of-control anger, he couldn’t react at all.

The Ghost Gate devoured its masters indiscriminately, and someone it had been hostile to for a long time—the hope of the Heavenly Master Association.

As if it was stuck, the door actually closed from the inside, trembling. But there was still a crack, and countless ghosts and yin energy squeezed out of that crack.

But the door was small, there were too many visitors, and before a ghost could completely squeeze out, the door was pulled shut a little more.

It looked like they had accidentally squeezed it shut themselves.

Wen Ren Shu shivered and discovered that all the gardenias had disappeared, and the switch on the doorpost was revealed again.

He stood up shakily. His brother was gone, and he was the only one left in the Wen Ren family, but the Ghost Gate had not disappeared.

Wen Ren Shu braced himself for death, dragging his two numb legs, desperately crawling to the side doorpost. He propped himself up with his hands, struggling to climb the doorpost, bit by bit, using his head to touch the switch.

In the main hall, a grand flower exploded. Wen Ren Shu vaguely saw the clothes on his body explode, forming a talisman shield.

The last thing left on his retina was the Ghost Gate being blasted to pieces by the massive talisman furniture.

Finally, he could rest in peace.

Wen Ren family, mission accomplished.

Chen Yan, who was well protected in Wen Ren Shu’s courtyard, heard the explosion and suddenly stood up from his chair. He clenched the golden feather in his hand. The serrated edges of the feather were deeply embedded in his palm, and the blood dripped on the ground, forming a small puddle.

Crystal tears fell into it like connected threads, and layers of ripples rippled, silently weeping.

The Heavenly Masters guarding in various places felt the sudden surge and retreat of yin energy. Although they didn’t know the reason, they all tacitly thought of Wen Ren Mansion.

En Sihan, who was staying in One Chi Alley, silently picked up a piece of talisman paper from the ground. The talisman was still steaming, as if it had just been used. And among the people she knew, only that one had this habit.

Talisman paper was originally just an inanimate object. She didn’t know how he made them, but occasionally some of them felt alive when used, with a spiritual aura and heat.

However, the talisman cracked the moment En Sihan picked it up. Apart from being overused, the owner must have also met with misfortune.

She couldn’t help but regretfully put away the talisman, just treating it as a memento.

The Wen Ren family’s head naturally sensed some situation and guessed some possibilities. He could only sigh and instruct the children he brought to check the damage caused by the surge of yin energy.

Wen Ren Jin was still driving on the road, rushing back to the home he had been away from for a long time. Wen Ren Shu, that kid, wouldn’t be so reckless as to make trouble during such a tense period.

If he suddenly sent a text message asking for help, then something fatal must have happened.

Wen Ren Yi was already missing. Wen Ren Mansion and he, Wen Ren Jin, couldn’t afford to lose this child.

If he was safe, he wouldn’t care if he wanted to marry a man or marry a man. He would definitely try his best to negotiate with his mother’s side.

Ye Chenxi, who was imprisoned in the ancestral hall of the Ye family, was poured into by streams of yin energy, roaring and screaming in pain. All the members of the Ye family guarded the door, like devout believers, waiting for the “purification” of the family’s successor.

The Ye family had long since become a ghost den!