After I Got Pregnant With The Hero’S Baby, I Ran Away With The Ball. Chapter 1

Wei Lin’s only sensation was pain. His entire body felt as if his bones had been disassembled and then forcefully put back together.

He struggled to open his eyes, staring at the red beams and green tiles of the ceiling. The tearing pain left him no time to consider where he was.

He gasped for breath for a long time, barely able to move his fingers. It was more than ten minutes later before he gathered enough strength to turn sideways, prop himself up on the floor, and sit up.

He forced himself to sit straight. The rope holding the Ghost Mask on his face loosened and fell to the ground with a thud. Large beads of sweat continuously slid down his forehead, dripping onto the floor mat and spreading into dark, blooming patterns.

His silver-white hair, like silk, slid down his shoulders, then instantly turned ink-black, as if the silver color had been an illusion.

Wei Lin paused the movement of supporting his head. He had no memory of this body, but he knew he had transmigrated into someone else also named Wei Lin. This person was the seventh Valley Master of Ghost Valley, the villain in a Protagonist Genre Novel who fought the male lead to the death.

The physical pain surged more intensely. Even without memories, he could guess that he had likely transmigrated into the plot where the villain suffered a Cultivation Deviation.

The villain was ruthless, not only cold and heartless to outsiders but also extremely harsh and cruel to his subordinates. When he suffered a Cultivation Deviation, he was naturally abandoned by everyone, allowing the male lead to capture him easily.

In the book, the villain met a terrible end: pinned to the Immortal Severing Platform by Soul-Locking Nails, suffering daily erosion by demonic energy, and finally dying of exhaustion.

Judging by the current situation, the male lead had probably already breached the mountain gate, and he was so severely injured by the backlash that even standing up was difficult. The Soul-Locking Nails awaited him.

Wei Lin raised his arm across his eyes and let out a long, ragged breath.

He had already died once. Although he no longer had any desire to live, he did not want his curtain call to be so wretched and miserable.

He picked up the Ghost Mask, held onto the armrest of a nearby chair, and slowly managed to sit down.

By the time he finished this, the sweat on his forehead had already soaked his temples, and his body felt as if countless sharp knives were torturing him, slice by slice.

The noisy commotion below the mountain gate grew increasingly distinct.

Maintaining his last shred of dignity, he sat up straight, put on the Ghost Mask, adjusted it, and waited for the moment the gate would be pushed open.

The male lead did not make him wait long. When the man in profound black robes with wildly flowing red hair walked in against the light, Wei Lin had the strange illusion that he was about to be freed.

The man was surrounded by others. His cold gaze was like a sharp blade dipped in venom, scanning the Ghost Mask on Wei Lin’s face inch by inch.

“I heard that the arrogant Valley Master of Ghost Valley suffered a Cultivation Deviation. I rushed here immediately to express my concern.”

The man curled his lips, his eyes filled with cold sarcasm and mockery, but also a strange, incomprehensible emotion.

Wei Lin’s golden eyes lowered slightly, his lashes casting a shadow that obscured his expression. He spoke in a flat tone: “Thank you for your concern, Gate Master Duan. May I ask what advice Gate Master Duan has, bringing so many people to trespass into Ghost Valley?”

As he spoke, he subtly took a breath. Whether it was his imagination or not, the pain in his body seemed to lessen slightly the moment Duan Xi walked into this cold palace.

He was able to straighten his back a little, not having to strain so hard.

Duan Xi’s eyes flickered, seemingly noticing something amiss, but his expression remained unchanged. He slowly parted his lips and said, “I wouldn’t call it advice. I merely wish to seek justice from the Valley Master.”

Wei Lin was stunned. This meant he was here to settle accounts. But it didn’t matter anymore; he hadn’t expected to survive the male lead’s hands anyway. He allowed himself to lean back against the chair, slightly lifting his chin, displaying a hint of arrogant disdain.

“What justice does Gate Master Duan wish me to return?”

It was no exaggeration to say that the feud between the villain and the male lead was one of blood and deep hatred. They had schemed against each other, nearly killing the other several times. It was hard to say who owed whom.

Duan Xi suddenly let out a strange, mocking laugh: “Valley Master Wei truly has a short memory.”

Wei Lin’s pupils trembled slightly, but he did not refute. After all, besides the fragmented plot points from the original text, he truly knew nothing.

He expected Duan Xi to enumerate his crimes, but Duan Xi remained silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and instructed his subordinates: “All of you, step outside.”

Not only was Wei Lin surprised, but Duan Xi’s subordinates exchanged astonished glances.

“Did you not hear me tell you to get out?”

Duan Xi was impatient, and seeing his subordinates hesitate, his tone grew much harsher.

The Blue-Robed Man beside Duan Xi hesitated but still braced himself and said, “Gate Master, how can this be? Be careful of a trap.”

Duan Xi looked at him sideways: “Don’t make me say it a third time.”

His subordinates understood Duan Xi’s temper. He was a man of his word, and once he made a decision, he would never tolerate disobedience.

The Blue-Robed Man gave Wei Lin a complicated look before finally leading the others out of the great hall.

Wei Lin watched as Duan Xi flicked his sleeve, and the palace doors slammed shut with a boom. The light was cut off, and the hall plunged into darkness.

“Did the Cultivation Deviation confuse your memory?”

Duan Xi approached him step by step, and Wei Lin had nowhere to run, nor the strength to flee.

When his jaw was forcefully pinched, a flicker of fear crossed his eyes. The man before him, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, was like a beast that had extended its claws and was about to pounce on its prey.

And he was that prey.

He hadn’t expected Duan Xi to be so perceptive, sensing something was wrong after such a brief interaction.

“I have indeed forgotten many things, but if you insist I owe Gate Master Duan, I’m afraid that is not the case. Moreover, you and I are mortal enemies; how can there be talk of owing anything?”

Wei Lin controlled his voice, trying to keep it calm. Before transmigrating, he was just an ordinary person. Even if he was generally calmer than most, when facing the threat of death, he instinctively felt fear.

“Forgotten?”

Duan Xi sneered, dropping a bombshell that completely shattered Wei Lin’s worldview.

“Valley Master Wei slept with me and now wants to use memory loss to shirk responsibility? I won’t agree to that.”

Wei Lin’s golden pupils contracted violently. He briefly suspected he was hallucinating. For some reason, a surge of irrational anger rose within him, and he blurted out, “You’re full of shit!”

He didn’t know why he was so angry; perhaps it was the residual will of the original owner influencing his emotions.

“I’m full of shit?” Duan Xi’s thumb rubbed fiercely against the skin of his pinched jaw. The movement was intimate, yet his gaze grew increasingly sharp: “Do you want me to help the Valley Master recall the details?”

Wei Lin’s breathing hitched. Duan Xi’s attitude was too certain; he didn’t sound like he was lying at all.

Did the villain truly sleep with the male lead? If so, between the male lead and the villain, who topped whom?

Wei Lin subtly glanced at Duan Xi. This wicked and flamboyant man didn’t look like he’d be on the bottom, but the original owner’s arrogant, world-defying personality wouldn’t allow him to be beneath anyone either.

His eyes flickered. He was now one of the protagonists of the story, and he was the one who should be having a headache.

He pursed his lips: “Then what does Gate Master Duan intend to do?”

If this man wanted to kill him, he should just do it. Why all the unnecessary talk? His body was truly in agony.

“I am already at the end of my rope. Gate Master Duan must see that. If you wish to kill or torture me, please be quick about it.”

“Kill you?” Duan Xi scoffed, reaching out to remove the hideous Ghost Mask from his face.

Because he wore the mask year-round, Wei Lin’s cheeks were more delicate and fair than the finest mutton-fat jade, and due to the pain, they were tinged with a sickly pallor.

Duan Xi’s fingertip slowly moved up, resting on his pale, thin lips, gently pressing and stroking them. His voice was low and steady.

“I can’t bear to kill you, after all, I am quite satisfied with your body.”

He intended to take him as a plaything! For the original owner, this situation would be far more humiliating than death.

The color in Wei Lin’s golden pupils instantly deepened. The rising irritation in his heart brought a metallic sweetness to his throat. He forcefully suppressed his anger and stared directly at Duan Xi: “You wish!”

Regardless of whether the original owner would have accepted this outcome to survive, Wei Lin’s own pride absolutely forbade him from selling his body just to cling to life.

Duan Xi leaned in, trapping him against the chair. He chuckled softly near Wei Lin’s ear: “You don’t seem to understand the situation. You have no choice now.”

So fragile and powerless, like a beautiful doll, every movement controlled by the puppeteer pulling the strings.

Wei Lin gasped. He could no longer suppress it. He felt the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth, and then his vision went black. His consciousness once again succumbed to darkness.

The person in the chair slumped softly. Duan Xi quickly reached out to support him, letting him lean against his arm.

The man in his arms was paper-white, the blue veins beneath his skin clearly visible. His delicate brows were tightly furrowed; even in deep unconsciousness, he found no peace. He looked so translucent, as if he might vanish at any moment.

Duan Xi dropped the malice from his face, gazing at Wei Lin’s sleeping face with an unreadable expression. After a long pause, he murmured softly: “Arrogant as you are, to have such a fragile moment is truly surprising.”

The ink-black hair of the person in his arms was spread out like silk. He leaned weakly against Duan Xi’s chest. His pale face was devoid of color, like a butterfly with broken wings, so fragile that he could be crushed with a squeeze.

His long, fair neck was exposed defenselessly before his mortal enemy, slender enough that a single hand could not fully grasp it.

Duan Xi gently rubbed the throbbing pulse beneath his fingertips. If he exerted even a little force, he could easily snap the neck of the person he had wanted to eliminate so desperately.

His ink-black eyes grew darker, profound as an abyss that lures one to fall. Ultimately, he did not strike. Instead, he lifted Wei Lin into his arms.

The removed Ghost Mask fell to the ground as he stood up. He glanced at it expressionlessly and carried Wei Lin out.

Outside the hall, his subordinates waited anxiously. When they saw him emerge, their expressions relaxed for a moment, but upon seeing the person he was holding, their faces immediately became complicated.

“Gate Master?” The Blue-Robed Man looked at him in confusion.

Duan Xi did not explain to them, nor did he feel the need to. He walked straight past the Blue-Robed Man, pausing only when they were about to brush shoulders.

“The Valley Master of Ghost Valley is dead. There is no need for this empty valley to remain.”