Once Chi You understood the nature of his desire for Jiang Luo, he found endless patience and fascination in Jiang Luo’s every move.
Now, Jiang Luo was hiding among the crowd, his scent buried beneath the patchy smell of the living. But that only made it feel more like the final bow on a gift being untied, or the last ritual before a cake is served.
He was thrilled.
The malicious ghost stepped into the crowd. He didn’t fit in at all with those around him, but no one dared to drive him away—nor did anyone dare to openly look at him.
Wherever he walked, the crowd instinctively parted, creating a vacuum around him. This gave the ghost an excellent vantage point.
But just then, a sharp sound sliced through the air, and a talisman smacked onto Chi You from the left.
Someone nearby laughed and said, “It’s fine to dress up as ghosts, but don’t go tossing trash around.”
The crowd on both sides kept up their noisy chatter—no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
The ghost lowered his head. A large, scorched hole had been burned into the suit where the talisman struck, still sizzling with heat and smoke. The corners of his lips lifted into a smile—just as a sharp golden dagger flew at him from behind. He dodged in time, but a long cut still split across his neck. The golden blade vanished the next second.
Blood trickled from the wound.
Chi You turned toward the direction the dagger had come from, but he, too, couldn’t spot the hidden attacker.
He reached up to touch the bleeding gash, fingers brushing over the black, murky blood. Squinting slightly, Chi You took a step back—only for a whip to suddenly coil around his foot and yank him hard from behind.
But the prepared ghost barely shifted—his leather shoes merely slid back a few inches. He looked in the direction the whip came from, only to see it darting back into the crowd from below.
“What a cunning little fox,” the ghost murmured, “Truly clever.”
The parade slowly turned onto the next street. In the crowd, an unremarkable little ghost began to fall behind and slipped into a side alley.
His footsteps quickened, turning right again and again, until the bustling neon-lit street became a silent, deserted alley.
A single streetlamp stood in the middle, casting a dim, yellowish glow.
Moths flitted around the bulb.
But the little ghost suddenly halted.
He took a few slow steps back and turned to retrace his path—only to run straight into a cloud of black mist.
A shadow beneath the streetlight smiled and said, “Ah, the game’s over.”
Jiang Luo turned around and calmly removed his mask and black robe, looking directly at Chi You.
Sweat beaded on the young man’s temple, breath fogging up the inside of his mask, his face flushed with heat and mist. He looked like a decadent beauty, a rose carved with meticulous care by an artist.
The malicious ghost stepped from the shadows into the light. His black eyes were filled with amusement. The suit Jiang Luo had burned and the shoes he had trampled were now restored to pristine condition.
Red gemstones gleamed dangerously. The ghost came to stand before Jiang Luo and asked with a relaxed tone, “Where else do you think you can run?”
There was nowhere left to go.
And truthfully, Jiang Luo was tired of running.
Now that the dust had settled—now that he was truly facing this moment—Jiang Luo was unusually calm.
He even felt a strange thrill, one made purely of malicious intent.
“No need to run anymore,” the black-haired youth said with a smile, his lips glossy under the light like honey, seductive. He looked provocatively at the ghost and said, “I’m bored of playing anyway.”
The ghost stepped right up to him.
Black mist rolled off him, enveloping Jiang Luo and cutting off the streetlight and moonlight. Jiang Luo was pushed against the wall of the empty alley. In front of him, there was nothing but the ghost—and darkness.
Jiang Luo raised his head fearlessly and met the ghost’s gaze. He saw the desire in Chi You’s eyes erupt into view, like a storm rising from the depths of a dark sea. A strange surge of contempt and satisfaction bloomed in Jiang Luo’s heart—as if this hypocritical, sinister, and dangerously powerful ghost had finally been subdued by him. As if he had made the ghost bow his head in submission. The thrill of conquest wrapped in malice, his darker instincts suddenly rising to the surface.
Jiang Luo gave a low laugh, trailing his fingers up Chi You’s tie, slowly tracing the ruby rose pin.
“Mr. Ghost,” he said, “didn’t I throw this ruby jewelry set into the trash?”
His eyes lifted with a teasing glint as he glanced sideways at the ghost, “Don’t tell me you, the lofty Teacher Chi, personally dug it out of the trash yourself?”
Chi You’s voice was low as he tucked the sweat-dampened hair from Jiang Luo’s forehead behind his ear. “The things I want are always delivered to me by countless people, one after another. Most of the time, I don’t have to lift a finger.”
“Even if it’s in the trash,” he whispered close to Jiang Luo’s ear, “even if it’s you.”
“Well then, I feel truly honored,” Jiang Luo said with a false smile. “Since you’ve ‘handled’ me personally.”
The ghost chuckled. “You’re different.”
He grabbed Jiang Luo’s hand still moving on his tie and suddenly pinned both of Jiang Luo’s hands above his head. These last few lines were already the edge of Chi You’s gentlemanly restraint. His patience exhausted, he followed instinct again the moment Jiang Luo’s brow furrowed.
It was still that same rough, forceful kiss.
But this time, desire had tinted the kiss with something sultrier. The ghost had no need to breathe. At first, Jiang Luo met him with cold indifference, watching dispassionately as the desire warped Chi You’s face into something more devilish and sinister. Cold and heat intertwined. The ghost’s tongue was icy, like a shard of ice slipping between Jiang Luo’s lips, threatening to dive even deeper.
Jiang Luo began to lose air. He kneed upward, but it was like striking an unfeeling stone. Suffocation crept in. He tilted his head back, trying to escape.
The ghost pulled back slightly, chuckling low, “What’s wrong?”
His voice was hoarse.
Jiang Luo felt something pressing against him from below. He gasped for breath in large gulps, his face flushed red. With a look of utter disgust, he shot a sharp glare at the demon. “Are you trying to suffocate me?”
“From the beginning till now,” Jiang Luo sneered, “your kissing skills have been absolutely terrible.”
Chi You brushed the color from Jiang Luo’s lips. He was in a pleasant mood at the moment, so he paid no mind to Jiang Luo’s deliberate provocation. “Then I’ll practice my kissing on you.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he grabbed the back of Jiang Luo’s neck and forced another kiss on him without leaving room for refusal.
The alley wall was rough and abrasive.
Jiang Luo’s arms were reddened from the friction. His lips, kissed countless times by the malicious ghost, were now frighteningly dry. When they parted, even their lips stuck together awkwardly. The fragile human body couldn’t withstand this endless plundering—his lips split again, bleeding bright red, the wetness moistening the dryness.
The metallic scent of blood spread from one mouth into two. Jiang Luo turned his head away, irritated and no longer wanting to continue. But the malicious ghost was like a shark drawn to the smell of blood—he didn’t let a single drop go.
In the shroud of black mist, it was as if the entire world had gone quiet, leaving only the two of them. Their overlapping breaths echoed—deep and sensual. No one knew how much time passed, but when Jiang Luo began to black out from lack of oxygen, the malicious ghost finally pulled away from his lips.
“…,” Jiang Luo opened his mouth. Pain pricked every inch of his lips, as if each bit of flesh had been carefully tasted by the malicious ghost. “Chi You.”
His voice was just as hoarse. Amid the dryness, the steamy heat of his breath was scorching. “Are you a d*mn dog?”
The malicious ghost lowered his head to look at him, Adam’s apple bobbing, his gaze dark and heavy.
The handsome human face was in shambles, the malicious ghost’s greed and distortion now fully etched across his expression.
But it was burning—fervent—like a handful of crimson fire.
Jiang Luo could feel that powerful, ever-present gaze sweeping over his body. From his lips, to his neck, then almost tangibly landing on his collarbone.
That gaze carried palpable danger. Jiang Luo’s breath quickened; his throat ached, and under that gaze, it also tickled faintly. He lifted his neck to ease the itch. His slender neck was smooth and pale, and the demon’s gaze burned even hotter. It made Jiang Luo’s skin crawl—but at the same time, it stirred something buried deep in his blood, something primal. His heart pounded harder and faster.
Jiang Luo’s face was flushed, and his bloodied lips were dyed deep red. The corner of his mouth curled higher and higher. Looking at the demon’s appearance, he resembled a seductive ghost luring souls to h*ll.
“Chi You,” he stood there casually, collar wrinkled from the malicious ghost’s grip and the scrape of the wall, hanging loosely on his glowing shoulders, “you really look… pathetic right now.”
A few strands of the dark-haired youth’s hair clung to Chi You’s body. Even with his hands restrained and pinned in this remote, empty corner, his posture and presence made it feel like he was the one in control.
Jiang Luo gave a wicked smile and drawled lazily, “You look like a pitiful beggar. Want me to spare a few coins?”
Chi You sighed and said in a low voice, “Sharp-tongued as ever.”
Black mist crept in from the hem of Jiang Luo’s trousers, deliberately crawling upward at a slow pace. Twisting and winding from his calves upward, not missing a single inch of skin. The ticklish sensation spread, goosebumps rising instantly. Jiang Luo’s expression froze. He warned coldly, “Remove the black mist.”
Chi You’s hand settled on Jiang Luo’s back.
It seemed like the hand was placed there casually, but it made Jiang Luo suddenly feel a surge of danger. Because that hand was slowly kneading his clothes.
The technique was clumsy, off-target, but the desire behind it was like a wildfire spreading across a plain—madly obsessed, inescapable.
Utterly mocking.
A foreboding feeling crept up on Jiang Luo, belated but strong. He frowned, his voice deeper. “Let go. I’ll do it.”
“You’ll do it?”
The malicious ghost let out a few muffled chuckles. “No, this kind of thing—has to be done by me.”
Jiang Luo’s eyelid twitched, and for the first time, a trace of panic crept into his voice. “What do you mean?”
The malicious ghost gripped his neck, tasting the skin there, laughing in delight. “What do you think I mean?”
The malicious ghost, who had never experienced such desire before, was so excited his eyes practically glowed red. He slowly shed his human disguise, smiling as he said, “Of course it means—I’m going to take you.”
He tugged at Jiang Luo’s collar, and the dead, stagnant blood within him began to churn faster. “A lover has needs. Naturally, you’ll do everything you can to satisfy them, right?”
Those were Jiang Luo’s own words—words he once said to Chi You when the malicious ghost was pretending to be Senior Brother Qiao.
Now it felt absurd beyond belief.
His voice rose. “You’re going to take me?!”
The malicious ghost’s smiling face and those dark, terrifying eyes gave him the answer.
Jiang Luo’s breath hitched. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one taking Chi You?
How did it become Chi You taking him?
Wasn’t Chi You the shou in the original novel?
Jiang Luo was completely thrown into chaos.
The malicious ghost’s hand slipped under his clothes, the dominant motion shattering Jiang Luo’s last shred of confusion.
The black-haired youth’s expression instantly darkened, his breath quickened. The malicious ghost’s lips trailed downward from his neck, heading toward a dangerously forbidden boundary. Jiang Luo, voice low and restrained, warned: “Chi You, if you dare to do it, I swear I’ll castrate you.”
The malicious ghost’s chest shook with laughter. “If you can manage it.”
***
The malicious ghost’s hand caressed Jiang Luo’s leg.
The dark-haired beauty had skin like porcelain.
Even the slightest pressure would leave a mark.
The touch felt exquisite.
Jiang Luo was drenched in sweat. He had struggled violently for some time. Sweat slid from his chin, and a sickly flush spread across his face. The stifling heat and restlessness blended with his growing rage.
The malicious ghost’s hand crept upward, growing increasingly audacious. Jiang Luo let out a muffled grunt and bit down viciously on the malicious ghost’s neck, threatening fiercely, “Get your f*cking hand off me.”
The malicious ghost’s hand lifted — only to settle on his chest. His heartbeat pounded faster and faster beneath it. The malicious ghost said meaningfully, “It’s beating faster now.”
Black mist seemed to crawl all over Jiang Luo’s body. He groaned again. The malicious ghost’s hand slid down from his shoulder, fingers digging into the old wound where the Yuan Tian Bead had once been hidden. The scar split open, blood oozing out.
“There’s still the scent of the Yuan Tian Bead here,” the malicious ghost chuckled lowly.
Jiang Luo’s heart thudded wildly, almost to the point of bursting. He could hear it loud and clear in his own ears. The malicious ghost leaned close to his neck. Jiang Luo cursed under his breath nonstop, but the more he swore, the more excited the malicious ghost became, his actions growing bolder and more dangerous.
Panic surged in Jiang Luo’s heart. The sense of danger intensified. Just when things were about to go too far, a golden talisman suddenly lit up on his neck — and in the next instant, he vanished from the alley without a trace.
A life-saving talisman.
The malicious ghost still held the empty air where Jiang Luo had been, lips frozen in place where they were about to press against his neck.
But now — empty arms.
Chi You’s expression darkened, an unusual sight. His face turned so grim it looked like it could drip ink.
Suppressing his fury, he spat, “Heavenly Master Residence…”
***
After a dizzying spin, Jiang Luo crashed heavily onto the floor of the Feng family’s hall.
The talisman on his neck burned hot. His vision was pitch black, and only after a while did he realize it was the life-saving talisman Feng Li had drawn for him that had activated.
He had teleported directly from the alley to where Feng Li had drawn the talisman.
Jiang Luo pushed himself up using the sofa, staggering to his feet. What kind of talisman is this? How can it be this powerful?
No, more importantly…
He suddenly remembered the look of disbelief on the malicious ghost’s face when he saw the golden light of the talisman flash at his neck.
Jiang Luo burst out laughing, gloating wildly. “Hahahaha!”
Let him stew in his frustration.
F*cking Chi You.
