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Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 21

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 21 - Paying Homage to Our Ancestors

Song Qingshi got up early and took Yue Wuhuan to the ancestral hall to pay respect to his ancestors.

The ancestral hall, which other sects attach great importance to, is remote and inconspicuous in Medicine King Valley, hidden in the trees, dilapidated and not much better than the medicinal servants' residence. Outside of the ancestral hall was a medicinal garden. Yue Wuhuan had passed by several times and thought it was an abandoned building and ignored it.

Song Qingshi pushed open the door, sealed by an array.

There was a thick pile of dust inside the ancestral hall, and apart from the simple tables, chairs and offering table, there was only an old painted scroll.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you lock it. There aren't any valuables," Song Qingshi explained with some embarrassment. "I haven't been here for many years. Wait a minute while I clean it up." Then he rolled up his sleeves and first used a cool breeze spell to blow away the dust. After throwing cleansing spells everywhere, he set up an incense bowl on the altar and put flowers and fruits around it. Finally, he found a broken mat, patted the dust off with his hands, and said with satisfaction, "All done."

Yue Wuhuan stood beside him, holding the incense in a daze. He had never seen such an unrefined sect in his life. . .

Song Qingshi unrolled the painted scroll on the offering table and hung it up.

The scroll had no figures or inscriptions, only a boundless sea of clouds. A brilliant light beamed through the depths of the sea of clouds, lighting up the sky.

Song Qingshi tried his best to explain: "I accidentally got the inheritance from my ancestors in the hidden realm. My ancestors didn't leave a name, only the surname Song. I didn't have a surname then, so I took my ancestor's surname as a sign of respect. . ."

There were a lot of killings in the immortal world. Many children had lost their parents. His original body was one of them. Because he was born with two kinds of spiritual abilities and had a very high talent for medicine and poisons, he accidentally obtained the Medicine King's inheritance in the hidden realm and created the Medicine King's Valley. Practicing medicine and treating diseases, refining alchemy to make poisons, and occasionally going to the hidden realm to grab some rare medicines unknowingly helped gain the sect the reputation it has today.

"This inheritance in the immortal world was placed directly into my consciousness, so this painting is the only physical material left by the late master. I guess it has special sentimental value, so I used it as an offering. In fact, I don't know what the painting is about. It may be a landscape. . ." Song Qingshi, feeling guilty about his random assessment, quickly dismissed it. "Anyway, I have copied all the manuscripts that are suitable for inheriting the sect and put them in the library. You can read them yourself."

After Song Qingshi finished his introduction, he felt confident that he hadn't missed anything and instructed Yue Wuhuan to offer incense.

Yue Wuhuan lit the incense respectfully. When he was about to kneel down, the incense went out.

He re-lit the incense, knelt down again, and the incense went out once more.

Yue Wuhuan looked at Song Qingshi worriedly: "Could it be. . . the master doesn't want to accept me as a disciple?"

"Impossible. You're so smart. The late master couldn't be happier." Song Qingshi waved his hand. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Speaking of which, I don't recall ever having kneeled here before. Every time I come here, I clean up and leave after I burn incense. I must have forgotten. . . I guess the late master might not like being bowed to by his disciples, so try offering incense directly."

Yue Wuhuan dubiously inserted the burning incense into the burner, stood up and saluted.

Sure enough, the incense in the burner burned steadily and didn't go out.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't help asking: "Is this disrespectful to the ancestors?"

"The late master didn't like these sorts of things. He liked. . ." Song Qingshi recalled the inheritance that the original body received. Those inheritances were full of knowledge, leaving almost no personal traces except a very interesting word, which seemed to be his motto, "Question."

Question authority, question knowledge, question everything in the world.

Questioning is the driving force behind scientific research.

Song Qingshi wasted a lot of energy explaining his philosophy to Yue Wuhuan: "The late master didn't want us to respect him personally. What he wanted us to respect was knowledge, to carry out his philosophy, to study well, to study carefully, and to never hesitate to question what he left behind just because he was the master. Although Master was very powerful, he could still make mistakes. We have to find the correct answer in the neverending mistakes."

Yue Wuhuan hesitated: "The correct answer?"

Song Qingshi said happily: "Well, I've already studied and proved several mistakes of my master and re-revised the answers."

His theory can be described as shocking in the immortal world where masters are respected.

Yue Wuhuan was too shocked to speak.

"Perhaps this is the root of Medicine King's Valley foundation," Song Qingshi said longingly. "If I die, I hope to be like my master, to not have my disciples worship, and to not leave portraits and names for future generations to admire. These things are a waste of time. If you have the time to do these things, you might as well use it for research. It's better to finish the projects I haven't finished, correct the mistakes I made, and create more interesting. . ."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuhuan yanked his arm heavily, interrupting his thoughts.

Yue Wuhuan stared at him fiercely. His face was as gloomy as a sky about to rain. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Don't say such unlucky things..."

Song Qingshi finally came to his senses and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm talking about the end of my life."

Medical students aren't afraid to talk about life and death, and he didn't feel that this topic was anything special.

Yue Wuhuan panicked and interrupted sternly: "Don't say that!"

Song Qingshi realized that he was really angry. He thought about his psychological problems and obediently shut up.

Yue Wuhuan also knew he should bow his head, but he didn't want to apologize.

The two were silent for a long time and finally silently pretended that this topic had never happened.

The worship ceremony was completed.

. . .

Song Qingshi liked to eat sweets, especially sorbet. Yue Wuhuan was very picky about the taste, thinking that the ones bought from outside weren't good enough and too dirty, and there was no good cook in Medicine King's Valley, so he took the time to study various sweet food preparation methods. Every day, he cooked all kinds of sweet food for him in different ways, which was especially delicious.

After An Long discovered Song Qingshi's private stove, he became incredibly grabby and tried to get Yue Wuhuan to cook for him too.

Song Qingshi was instantly angry: "Is my eldest disciple a waiter?"

An Long didn't care about such reasoning. He made a big fuss, just wanting to eat desserts made by Yue Wuhuan.

"Forget it. He's very busy," Song Qingshi lost his temper. He put down his book, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it for you."

An Long's eyes lit up with joy.

Although Song Qingshi loved sweets, he didn't go out of his way to eat them. He was fine whether he ate them or not. In the original world, he was the eldest young master who only had to stretch his hand out for food. In this world, he would rather fast than make food, so he had never been in a kitchen in either of his two lifetimes. His brain was filled with tens of thousands of herbs but had no place for oil, salt, sauce or vinegar. . .

He stood in the kitchen in a daze for a while, trying to figure out how to use various utensils. He couldn't find a recipe and didn't know how to make fire with ordinary firewood, so he simply used spiritual fire and made dessert like alchemy.

Finally, after mucking around for a long time, he brought out a plate of round dumplings with charred black skin, each of which was exactly the same size and shade of charred blackness. Perfectly satisfying for anyone with OCD.

"These are green dumplings." Song Qingshi had always been brave in the face of failure. He took out the finished product to prove that he had tried hard. He then said, "It probably won't taste good, so I should throw them away. I'll ask the cook to make something for you. As long as it doesn't bother Wuhuan, anything is fine.”

An Long smiled and watched, then suddenly picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth.

Song Qingshi didn't have time to stop An Long from indiscriminately eating them, so he was a little worried about diarrhea.

An Long chewed it carefully for a long time and praised: "It doesn't look like much, but the taste is actually alright."

Immediately afterwards, he happily threw a few more dumpings into his mouth until only the last one remained.

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded. Even he didn't dare taste this stuff after it came out of the oven. Was it really edible? So, in a brave and challenging mood, he put the last dumpling into his mouth and chewed it. The explosive taste rushed over his taste buds in an instant. The fishy taste was worse than the most bitter medicine and was bad enough to make him nauseous.

Song Qingshi was so disgusted that tears came out of his eyes. He quickly spit out the dumplings, gesturing to An Long speechlessly.

An Long slapped the table and laughed crazily, so much that he couldn't sit upright.

He was like this in the past. He would be willing to hurt himself in order to make fun of the original body. He has a good grasp of how low he could go before he went too far with the original body, so he could successfully walk on the thin line of death every time. When he saw that Song Qingshi was about to explode, he quickly wiped away the tears from laughing, regained his dignity, and added: "I'll never ask Yue Wuhuan for food again."

Song Qingshi instantly dissipated his anger.

An Long said playfully: "It's only the first time you made it. It's precious. You must try again."

When Song Qingshi thought about his creation, he felt a little embarrassed.

An Long chased after him: "By the way, do you want to see the new poison I developed? It's very cute."

Song Qingshi immediately forgot such insignificant things as dumplings and happily dragged him to the research room.

On the way, An Long smiled and asked, "You're really nervous about this darling Yue Wuhuan. What's wrong with him?"

Song Qingshi glanced at him vigilantly, unwilling to answer this private question, and instructed: "Don't mess around."

An Long pondered: "That's interesting. . ."

The more Song Qingshi didn't allow things to get messy, the more he wanted to mess things up.

How fun is it to mess around?

. . .

After finishing sword practice, Yue Wuhuan was returning to his room to shower and change clothes. When he passed by the corridor, a small paper ball hit the back of his head.

The ball of paper fell on the ground and rolled around. It seemed like there was something wrapped inside it.

Right now is when Song Qingshi does pharmaceutical experiments and can't be disturbed. . . So he squatted down obediently, picked up the paper ball according to the other party's wishes, and slowly unfolded it.

Wrapped in the paper ball was a terrifying double-headed centipede, with countless legs wriggling and disgusting mucus flowing from its two grotesque mandibles. It opened its teeth and claws to pounce on him.

Yue Wuhuan thought about it and wrapped it in the paper again. He threw it away and said angrily, "Immortal An, don't do such childish things."

"What? Qingshi's not here, and suddenly you're too lazy to pretend to be good?" An Long laughed and came out from behind the screen wall. He beckoned, and the centipede immediately crawled out of the paper ball and returned to his palm, "This little guy isn't poisonous. It’s just for scaring people. Every time it can scare a beauty into screaming and trembling, it’s very fun. Why aren’t you afraid at all? I’m a little disappointed.”

Yue Wuhuan said helplessly: "If the Immortal Master wants it, I can scream for you."

"Don't, it'll sound too fake. I won't like it," An Long flipped his hands, and the centipede disappeared. He walked over lazily, looked Yue Wuhuan up and down curiously, and praised, "I never thought that a man could be so beautiful. Even more beautiful than Miss Wan in Mingyue Tower. I know you only like men, but still, I don't feel disgusted."

Mingyue Tower was a famous brothel in the immortal world, and Miss Wan was a famous prostitute.

This analogy was extremely malicious.

But Yue Wuhuan didn't care. He smiled and said: "I've heard that Immortal An's confidantes are all over the world and have seen countless beauties. Many immortal maidens and devils are jealous and have even fought over you. Today, it's a great honour for Wuhuan to be praised for his beauty."

"Young Master Wuhuan is joking," An Long heard him secretly mocking his flirtations and was amused, "My confidantes can't compare to the many that must be fascinated with you. I once knew a friend, what was his name? He's still a hero following a righteous path. He can't forget about you. Knowing that you have willingly entered Medicine King's Valley and can no longer get close to him, he gets drunk and complains a lot."

Yu Qing talked nonsense after drinking in Xilin, which tarnished Song Qingshi's reputation, so he killed him and sent his body to Medicine King's Valley for research.

Yue Wuhuan pretended not to understand: "I never remember dead people."

An Long sneered and said, "Beauties are so ruthless."

"Yes, prostitutes are ruthless and heartless." Yue Wuhuan pointed out his sarcasm. He raised his head, brushed his hair that was wet from the sweat from practicing sword practice behind his ears, and walked a few steps. He lazily leaned against the corridor's screen wall, raised his eyes, and asked provocatively: "Immortal An, don't you think it's interesting to be alive?"

An Long followed and bent down. He pressed his arm tattooed with the five poisonous creatures tightly against the screen wall next to his ear. He towered over him, smiling wickedly, and took off his disguise, baring his sharp wolf teeth: "I think I think you're a funny little fake. I want to know what's hidden under this beauty's skin. Let me have a look, okay?"

Yue Wuhuan smiled and asked: "Is Immortal An interested in my true face?"

An Long frivolously pinched his chin and forcefully lifted it. He examined his face carefully, leaned forward, and said fiercely: "Very interested."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him quietly for a moment and reminded him: "Master seems to have finished his experiments ahead of schedule."

An Long withdrew his hand quickly. He panicked momentarily before suddenly remembering that he had blocked Song Qingshi's spiritual detection so he wouldn't be discovered.

Yue Wuhuan lowered his head and held back his smile.

"You dare lie to me?!" Realizing he had been tricked, An Long was furious and wanted to flash his claws at this ignorant guy.

In an instant, a spiritual fire rose under his feet.

An Long sensed the crisis and immediately jumped away.

Immediately afterwards, several spiritual fires forced him to retreat several feet away.

Song Qingshi appeared behind him, wishing he could smash An Long to death with spiritual fire for bullying his little angel without a second thought. Fortunately, Yue Wuhuan had reminded him that he should secretly use his divine sense to check what An Long was doing while he was here; otherwise, this dead dog could have torn down Medicine King's Valley! Although high-level cultivators were able to isolate the divine mind from detection, when he found that An Long's aura had suddenly disappeared from the research room, he realized something was wrong. He thought he was going to hide and do bad things, so he came here after discovering Yue Wuhuan's location.

An Long pointed at Yue Wuhuan, so angry that he couldn't speak properly: "You!"

Yue Wuhuan whispered aggrievedly: "I didn't lie."

Song Qingshi rushed to Yue Wuhuan in one large step. He carefully checked whether he was injured, and asked nervously, "Did this guy bully you?"

Although he didn't see what had happened, it didn't take much thought about who was right and who was wrong between the fierce and domineering An Long and the cute little angel. Was there much to consider when comparing who's stronger and weaker between a mentally fragile patient and a rough and thick-skinned immortal? What's more, An Long can kill Yue Wuhuan a hundred times over with just one finger! He must take good care of his little angel! Not just for the investment but to protect him!

Song Qingshi was eccentric and magnanimous, and frankly, he was justified.

An Long glared desperately at Yue Wuhuan behind his back, the kind of gaze that held a particularly strong deterrent effect.

Yue Wuhuan looked at it and said softly and protectively: "No, Immortal An is quite nice. He's joking with me."

Song Qingshi looked back at An Long suspiciously. The spiritual fire on his body was still burning, and there was a faint urge to switch to a poisonous fire.

An Long instantly switched to a pure smile: "I wouldn't dare bully him. I'm just chatting casually and telling jokes."

"Yes," Yue Wuhuan continued to persuade. "Master, I seldom go out, so I'm quite curious about the outside world. Immortal An is good-natured and had a lot of interesting things to share. I'm happy to listen."

An Long grabbed Yue Wuhuan's shoulders and patted his chest. He laughed, "He and I hit it off right away. We just want to be friends."

Yue Wuhuan admitted with a smile: "Immortal An really didn't bully me."

Song Qingshi gradually extinguished the flame and doubtfully asked: "Is that so?"

The two of them nodded at the same time: "Yes."

Song Qingshi was a little confused and scratched his head. When he saw An Long blocking Yue Wuhuan from leaving with a domineering posture, he felt angry. He really didn't understand what they were doing. Could it be a misunderstanding?

"You go first. I'll find you next time to play a little longer," An Long greeted Yue Wuhuan with a hidden threat. and then dragged Song Qingshi away as quickly as he could. "Come on, let's see if the petri dish from yesterday has any results."

"Don't be angry. I really dare not bully your glass man."

"Rule 72."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop talking about it. Have a drink with me."

"I don't want to."

". . ."

Yue Wuhuan saluted politely and watched the two leave.

The King of Xilin Poison stood in a high position all year round. He didn't need to think many things through. Violence was enough to crush everything.

Therefore, his temptations and thoughts were superficial and very easy to guess.

It's just investigating his miserable past that brought up despicable suspicion; suspicion that he had someone backing him up, suspicion that he had evil intentions for Medicine King's Valley, suspicion of his ambitions, and even suspicion that he had feelings for Song Qingshi. But he was also worried that if there was no evidence, Song Qingshi would tear him apart, unwilling to actually investigate. He wanted to find an excuse to wind him up, try to find out his true face little by little, and then crush him to death.

This matter isn't difficult to solve.

Since the King of Xilin Poison wants to see his true face, then he'll show him his true face.

He hoped he could take it. . .

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Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 55

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 55

Light rain hit the window pane. The world was dark and gloomy, the greyness extending into the room. There was a smell of musk around them, mixed with the smell of old mould. Their clothes were scattered all over the floor. The two of them were entangled, burning with desire, stuck together like glue.

It was rare for them to be so close, and the two of them were unconsciously indulging each other. Lin Yan straddled Xiao Yu's thighs, heaving up and down half-accommodatingly and half-initiating. His whole body spasmed, hands grasping at him like a life-saving straw. He didn't know why he was so urgent. The ghost couldn't control himself. He wanted nothing more than to penetrate him, to crush him into his arms after thirsting for so long.

The abstinence and clarity that filled the place where a scholar studied hard were replaced with what seemed to be an aphrodisiac fragrance in the air, which ground his whole body to ashes and filled up every square inch of space. Books surrounded the places he placed his hands and feet. The Confucian classics, history, philosophy and literature, Zhu Xi's Neo Confucianism, the monarch and his subjects, the father and son, the way to become an official, all solemn and dignified, scrutinizing these two people proclaiming their lust in the daytime. The more he says he can't, the more he wants it, and it's difficult to control himself.

Suddenly remembering that Xiao Yu said that the house's master was still there, he hurriedly suppressed his whimpers and groans, not daring to make a sound. He gritted his teeth and endured the sweet suffering. Xiao Yu wrapped his arms around his waist and said softly: "This is our home. . . "

There was a throbbing in his heart, and he slid across Xiao Yu, as if secretly stealing this love under the gaze of his old lover, a thrilling sense of revenge.

"Xiao Lang. . ." he murmured. Xiao Yu shook his head and cupped his chin: "Lin Yan. Look at me, Lin Yan."

Their eyes meet. The softness in his heart made his eyes inexplicably moist. He hugged him, wanting this to last forever, a most extravagant, absurd and unrealistic wish.

Under the gentleness of the ghost, he turned into a guqin that stopped on the highest note, and whose strings were about to break. Finally, he couldn't bear the friction behind him, and he came into Xiao Yu's hands. The ghost then retreated from his body. Because he hadn't been satisfied, he hugged Lin Yan and couldn't stop struggling.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yan caressed his face, "Just cum inside."

Xiao Yu half-opened his eyes and smiled with difficulty: "With this yang fire covering your body, if we continue, do you want to become a ghost with me?"

Embracing him with his hand, his black hair fell down, and only the straight bridge of his nose could be seen from the side. When he climbed up on him, he slightly tilted his face. He called out to Lin Yan almost inaudibly, tilted his head and kissed his lips, contentedly sighing.

The ghost cleaned the clothes all over the floor and carried Lin Yan across the long deserted courtyard. He brought him back to the bedroom and carefully placed him on the bed. He fetched a basin of clean water and carefully wiped the evidence of their lovemaking with a towel.

Lin Yan stared at him and suddenly realized Xiao Yu didn't care about him. He suspected that he would definitely be reluctant even if he begged him. But so what? He will always bear the shadow of someone else. No one can defeat a lost love, his rival in love, which exists in the void. The biggest weight in his hands is "lose," and this alone can push him into a desperate situation, and he will lose.

Pretending to be calm, he put on his clothes and looked out the window: "Has the rain stopped?"

Xiao Yu didn't answer. The wet handkerchief suddenly fell to the ground. The ghost squatted down, rubbing his fingers against his brow as if he had a headache: "Lin Yan, I remembered something. . ."

Lin Yan struggled to help him. Xiao Yu suddenly raised his head, stared blankly at his face, and murmured: "Yihan. . ."

"What did you say?"

Xiao Yu covered his face with his hands. His slender fingers trembled slightly as he struggled: "The person I'm looking for is Duan Yihan, the young head of the Duan family in Jinyang."

"We're now in the Duan family's ancestral house. This is Yihan's bedroom."

Lin Yan jumped up from the bed. It was an extremely delicate rosewood canopy bed with pillars at the four corners and barriers at the left and right ends. The small wooden tenon was assembled into a hollowed-out square along the two columns in front, with a cover on the top called the "ceiling." The lake-green curtain was hung with silver hooks and tied to the carved floral patterns. It was so expensive that it made people nauseous, but it also brought a sense of déjà vu.

". . . He used to call me Xiao Lang."

Lin Yan staggered backwards a step.

The room was silent, but then the window pane was suddenly blown open by the wind, knocking against the wall, and the lake-coloured curtain was blown by the wind, bulging like a sail.

". . . I see." Lin Yan slowly stepped forward to help Xiao Yu up, his head muddled and his thoughts unconscious. "Let's go back. We'll talk when we go back."

Xiao Yu nodded silently and picked up the paper lantern that fell on the ground. He pinched off the burnt wick, struck it with a flint, and handed it to Lin Yan, "This is a ghost lantern. It can lead people out of the ghost realm. Take it with you and follow me. Don't look back on the road. We've been delayed for too long."

"Does it still hurt? I'll carry you." He put his hand on Lin Yan's pulse and sighed when he saw that he was trying to squirm away. "You just don't listen. If you keep tossing and turning like this, what am I going to do to pay for your life?"

Xiao Yu supported Lin Yan and he limped out of the house, following his instructions. He didn't dare turn his head and went back the same way he had come with the lantern. The rain had stopped, and the streets were filled with thick fog. He could only see the overlapping eaves and brickwork, covered in hanging red lanterns, swaying in the wind.

The pagoda he had come from was close at hand. It was strange to say, but when he stepped through the pagoda, the surrounding fog had disappeared. Even the sun had poked its head out from behind the clouds, and the puddles on the ground reflected the sun's golden light. Tourists complained about the torrential rain just now, shaking off the rain from their umbrellas.

Yin Zhou, A-Yan and the fox were waiting anxiously by the side of the road, and when they saw Lin Yan, they hurriedly stood up.

"There they are!" Yin Zhou yelled, seeing the two approach. A-Che made a seal on his palm and touched Xiao Yu's forehead. The ghost appeared out of thin air, but the others surrounded him in a circle to block him so no passers-by noticed.

"There were too many roads in there. I didn't know where to turn. Fortunately, I met Xiao Yu." Lin Yan blew out the lantern, balled it up and threw it into a trash can.

"Too many roads? What roads?"

"Here, there's a big area in the back. I'll show you around later. There are many old houses." Lin Yan pointed back and was frozen for a moment. He saw that the pagoda was only half repaired, and a yellow sign said, "Under construction, temporarily closed." Following the direction of his finger was a large area of ruins, collapsed houses, sections of dilapidated walls covered with waist-deep weeds, and several graves stood crookedly. It looked unspeakably treacherous.

Where did the ancient city go just now? Could it be that they walked into a rift of time, a mirage wrapped in thick fog? Recalling the scene in the city, he was infinitely surprised.

A-Che circled around Lin Yan, sniffing hard: "You smell like foxes, snakes, weasels, rats and wandering wild souls. Empty old houses and cemeteries are most attracted to these things."

"Forget it, let's just leave. This place is weird. Let's get out of here before it gets dark." Yin Zhou didn't care, and raised his chin at Xiao Yu, "Thank you, buddy."

Just now, he had been so vigorous that he felt uneasy walking, A-Yan looked at the two leaning on each other with a slight chill in his eyes and deliberately bumped into Xiao Yu when he passed by him: "Stay away from him if you can't afford to give him anything in return. I'll let you off just this once."

A group of people got on a tourist bus and left the ancient city as if they were fleeing. Looking back, he saw that the ruins of the ancient city were lit up with colourful lights, with performances being sung while the wild slopes in the northwest corner sank in a strange black mist. It was a gloomy and bleak place like a huge mouth wishing to swallow everything bright in one gulp.

A-Yan went out early the next morning, saying that he was going to buy clothes for the ghost marriage, leaving everyone else to recuperate in the hotel and check the information. There was a tea restaurant on the second floor of the hotel. With a room card, free snacks were provided every day from 10:00 am to 3:00 pm. A-Che was still in bed, but when he heard the news, he jumped up and pulled Lin Yan with one hand and Xiao Yu with the other. After opening the door, he stood at the door and waited, gulping strongly.

There was a seat by the window. The sun was warm, the stainless steel plate full of chocolate snacks reflecting some of the bright sunlight. Next to it was a thick stack of reprinted ancient books. The TV was broadcasting the Bundesliga*, and a table of middle-aged uncles is watching TV while playing cards. Lin Yan rested his chin in one hand and propped his tablet in front of him, trying to find clues from endless academic papers.

*(T/N: A professional association football league in Germany)

The elevator door opened with a ding. Yin Zhou appeared in the foyer with a messy head of hair and greeted the three of them hurriedly. He pulled out his chair and sat down: "Is there any progress?"

"There's plenty of information, but it's useless." Lin Yan sighed, pointing to the screen. "The heyday of Shanxi merchants was in the Qing Dynasty. They were only getting started during the Ming Dynasty. The records on this subject mainly discuss the impact of the Ming government's implementation of the emerging Chinese law on merchants and traders, and there is little information on named families."

"But there was a Duan family who exchanged grain and cloth with troops from northern towns for salt in the early Ming Dynasty. The salt merchant business started, and the founder was Duan Ruyang. But the Duan Yihan that Xiao Yu mentioned lived in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. It's hard to know how many generations he had, and besides, the best-preserved Shanxi merchant compound in the vicinity can only be traced back to the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and it's not easy to find a starting point from the ruins."

Yin Zhou opened a Coke and gulped a sip: "There's no kind of outstanding achievement? It's like that show on TV, the Qiao family pioneered the tea road which resulted in starting a national financing business. How impressive."

Lin Yan said innocently: "If this Duan Yihan really is me, do you think there's hope for him to start a business?"

"That's right, he's probably just as scatterbrained." Yin Zhou muttered.

"It's all so difficult." Lin Yan sighed.

"Tch, professionals have such spirit. If there's a difficulty, we try and solve it. If there are no difficulties, we will create some!" Yin Zhou smugly rolled up his sleeves, "I'll do it instead. You go and rest."

"Can you read the historical materials?"

Yin Zhou waved his hand: "You don't understand this. We have to combine various knowledge to dig deep and accumulate grain. It's better to kill thousands of people by mistake than let the wrong one go. Just watch!*"

*(T/N: Basically it's better to come up with a dozen bad ideas to find a good one than pass up on something that sounds bad but might be what works)

Lin Yan gave up his seat to Yin Zhou, rubbed his temples and went to the bathroom. He washed his face vigorously and looked up at himself in the mirror. His eyes were covered with a misty layer, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He couldn't stop himself from punching the water and scolded himself: "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Suddenly there was an extra shadow in the mirror, standing silently behind him.

Lin Yan barely squeezed out a smile: "You don't move at all. Do yu get to be scary just because you're a ghost?"

Xiao Yu wiped away the drops of water on his face and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't. It sounds weird." Lin Yan turned off the tap. He turned around and leaned against the marble table, lost in thought. "It's not just for you now. I'm also a little curious. What kind of person was I?”

"It's a terrible feeling to think of something but not remember it clearly." Lin Yan smiled wryly.

Yin Zhou was staring at the screen in a daze when he returned. When he saw Lin Yan coming back, he fixed his eyes on his face. Lin Yan shook his head, and Yin Zhou followed like a sunflower fluttering in the wind.

"Is there grass on my face?" Lin Yan touched his chin.

"Tch, god, it's so similar." Yin Zhou looked at him, then at the screen, and waved at Lin Yan vigorously, "Look for yourself. Does this person look like you?"

"Like me? Is it mummy or a coffin. . ."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped. On the screen was a smoky antique painting with fine brushwork and light colour with the characteristics of that era, like those hanging in the ancestral hall in the old house. Although the characters were not realistic, their facial expressions were captured very delicately. A young man with delicate features, with a bun on his head, wearing a round-collared and large-sleeved shirt, sat upright, with the corners of his mouth raised, seemingly smiling. The inscription had been scratched off by something, and its space was empty, lighter in colour than the surrounding area.

Lin Yan drew in a cold breath. The screen was turned in his direction, and he was so startled that he couldn't speak. Yin Zhou was right. The person in the painting resembled him too much. If there was a difference, it was probably in comparison to his kindness. The character in the painting had a more charming expression. He by no means looked like someone who was cold and dettached. The attitude was like he was gazing at his lover, sitting upright, but his clothes were very casual, stone green folds overlapping, that had been spread on the ground.

Xiao Yu's expression also changed, and he stretched out his hand in a daze to touch the painting on the screen, but Lin Yan blocked him: "Hey, don't touch it. It's not real."

"Is this the Duan Yihan you were talking about?"

"It's him." Xiao Yu said straightforwardly. "There's no doubt about it."

Lin Yan cast his gaze to the lower left corner: "It's a pity that there's no inscription and seal. Why would someone destroy the inscription?" He was suddenly shocked, the black tablet with no words flashed, and turned to look at the ghost: "Could it be you. . ."

"I did it." Xiao Yu turned his face away, staring out the window in a daze.

The mud-gold ancient painting on the screen appeared out of nowhere like a time-travelling ghost, like a deliberate reminder of what they once were.

It was probably a March springtime in the painting. One of them was sitting in a black lacquered chair, and the other was standing in front of the canvas with a brush, fanning out on a piece of rice paper. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. The young head of the Duan family put aside all the ledgers and tools, charming eyes like silk, gazing at his lover's obsessed expression, staring at him for so long he forgot to write, and a round drop of ink bled on the rice paper. . . Perhaps done in the study they were in today. Lin Yan deliberately asked Yin Zhou: "What are you doing?" Where did you find this? Was it in the doctoral thesis I just gave you?"

"I'm too lazy to look at that stuff." Yin Zhou disagreed. "I found it when I searched directly with keywords. The original source seems to be from a book that teaches painting, "A Closer Study of Folk Landscapes and Figures in the Ming and Qing Dynasties." It has nothing to do with what you said about their history. "

"Hey, here's the author's contact information. Do you want to ask them?" Yin Zhou rubbed his hands excitedly. "Maybe it's a descendant of the Duan family."

Just as I was talking, there was a clanging sound in the hallway. The little Daoist priest was sweating profusely and dragged two meter-long snakeskin bags. The back of his blue robe was wet with sweat. An attendant stood at the elevator entrance to welcome the guests, and, seeing his appearance, her mouth fell open for a moment, but she still asked, "Do you have a reservation, sir?"

Yin Zhou hurriedly put down the coke can to greet him: "Two dead men are getting married, not you. Why are you bringing so much?!"

The little Daoist priest glared at him: "K-Keep your voice down. Aren't you afraid of someone hearing us?!"

The two smiled at the female attendant with guilty grins and brushed it off: "We're fine by ourselves."

Lin Yan didn't care to listen to the two of them chatting. He held his phone in one hand, while Xiao Yu tightly held the other. His heart was pounding.

"Ring-ring-"

"Hello?"

The phone call connected, and Lin Yan patiently exchanged a few pleasantries. The man on the other end of the phone was a man with a Southern accent, speaking a Mandarin dialect. Maybe because he kept putting "la" at the end of his sentences, trying to make himself sound smart, he was pretty shrewd.

"Which painting are you talking about? I've published a lot of paintings and collected several ancient paintings. How do I know which one it is. . . Oh, the book about landscapes and figures in the Ming and Qing dynasties. I remember that one. It took a lot of effort. Yes, let me tell you, it took two full years, from collecting materials to organizing them and publishing the book. Hey, are you a reporter? You have to make an appointment with my secretary for an interview. . ."

Lin Yan silently raised his middle finger at Yin Zhou.

Hearing Lin Yan describe the title of the book, the number of pages and the contents of the painting several times, the talkative painter suddenly realized: "Ah, that one, you say. The person who sold that painting to me was called Duan, and I visited I made a special trip to their home in a small shitty village. Let me tell you, there are no major families in China now. They all had their homes ransacked after the founding of the People’s Republic of China. . ."

"Oh, you asked about the painting. The family said that their family was very rich in the Ming Dynasty. In the late Qing Dynasty, the opium industry collapsed, and all their things and ancestral houses that had been passed down to his generation were sold. There were only a few paintings left in the ancestral hall. I paid over five thousand yuan for each of the ancestral portraits, so it was a good deed.”

Lin Yan couldn't care less about his business dealings, so he glanced at Xiao Yu and blurted out, "Are you willing to sell it? I study history, and I've been collecting similar paintings recently."

"I'm a painter, so I don't resell pieces, but. . ." There was a long silence. Lin Yan could almost hear the other party rolling his eyes, "But if you really want to buy it, I could consider reselling it as part of a personal collection since I've finished writing my book anyways."

Lin Yan asked about the price. Yin Zhou, A-Yan and Xiao Yu all stared at him. Even A-Che put down his snacks and huddled around him. Yin Zhou kept mouthing, "Lower the price." Lin Yan picked up a piece of cheesecake to shove in his mouth only to hear the caller say: "As you know, good quality paintings from this time period are rare. I wouldn't offer it if I didn't have a large collection. Because of this, and because there is some damage to the inscription, the price should not be less than 300,000. The specifics need to be discussed in detail.”

". . . You paid 5,000 yuan, yet you're trying to sell it to me for 300,000?" Lin Yan asked in surprise, "Forget it, then. Can you give me the contact information of the seller? It's a personal matter. Yes, it's very important. "

As soon as the painter heard that he wouldn't buy it, his tone immediately turned cold. He said that he had no information about the client. Lin Yan suppressed his anger and asked, "Are you afraid I'll expose you as a low-balling cheat? I'm the one in the painting. You took my painting to print in your book so you should be prepared for a lawsuit for copyright infringement."

The man grunted and rudely hung up the phone.

They all looked at each other.

"What should we do?" Lin Yan looked at the phone. "Should we try and call again, or should we each sell a kidney first?"

Yin Zhou swallowed the cake and tapped his finger on the table: "I have an idea."

"Aren't you the person in the painting?" Yin Zhou grabbed the phone and pushed Lin Yan into the chair, "Let's make our own!"

Yin Zhou transferred Lin Yan's headshot into Photoshop. Everyone gathered around to provide opinions on colour correction, contrast adjustment, and darkening, keeping very busy. After a while, a ghostly half-body photo appeared on the desktop, like a zombie that had lived for hundreds of years. His eyes were dull, his face was grey-green and swollen, and his arms were covered with bruises. Yin Zhou overlayed this photo and Duan Yihan's portrait, transferred it to his phone and pressed the send key.

"How's this?"

"We've tried everything we could. This person must have cheated others out of lots of money. As the saying goes, he who never wrongs others does not fear the knock in the night, so the painter should. Tsk tsk."

As soon as Yin Zhou finished speaking, a text message rang out, and a message popped up, which was an address. Looking carefully, it was a village not far from there.

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 20

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 20 - Self-Recommended

Song Qingshi was a little uneasy.

He felt that he had forgotten something very important.

An Long was arranged in the Meditation Courtyard, and the medical servants who served him were carefully selected by Yue Wuhuan, who were elderly people who did things steadily. Because An Long was fond of drinking, he secretly drank the precious medicinal wine in his cellar when he was an alcoholic, so this time, he sent someone to purchase a batch of high-quality wine and send it to the other courtyard.

The bed chamber's doors, windows, and roof were also equipped with an alarm spell to prevent An Long from going into a drunken stupor and crawling into his room in the middle of the night, dragging him to climb trees together to catch cicadas, and burrowing into the grass to find crickets.

Everything was arranged properly. What had he forgotten?

In the middle of the night, Song Qingshi let his hair down, changed into pyjamas, and lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Finally, a flash of recognition flashed across his mind, and he remembered what he had forgotten. . .

Song Qingshi suddenly jumped up from his bed. He put on his shoes and robe in a panic and ran to An Long's yard recklessly.

He forgot that Xiao Bai loved to eat mice!

. . .

It was too late at night, and the smell of alcohol in An Long's room was so heavy that it could be smelled outside the door. The lights had already been turned off, and the person inside seemed to have fallen asleep.

Song Qingshi stood at the door and gathered his robe in his hand. He raised his knocking hand, hesitated for a while, and then knocked lightly.

A moment later, the door slowly opened.

A strong smell of alcohol gushed out, and a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist in the darkness.

"Baby, you're finally here."

Song Qingshi's head spun. Before he could understand what was going on, he was already being carried to bed.

His outer robe was haphazardly spread open. Both of his hands were heavily pinned down, and hot, humid gasps brushed against his neck. His hoarse voice was full of longing: "Don't leave tonight."

Song Qingshi tried to struggle but found that he couldn't move at all.

Guys who train their bodies are all animals. Their brute force was astonishing, it was simply impossible to fight against it.

His body's spiritual fire rose instantly, raising his body's temperature to as hot as a soldering iron.

An Long screamed a miserable "Ahhhh" from being burned. He let go of his hands and rolled off the bed dishevelled.

Song Qingshi lit the candlestick with the spiritual fire in his hand and looked at the man on the ground coldly: "Are you sober?"

An Long turned pale with shock: "Why are you here?"

Song Qingshi put away the flames and fastened his outer robe again. He asked with a dark face, "Who did you think it was?"

"I thought. . ." An Long's expression was extremely embarrassing. He clutched his injured hand and said aggressively, "I thought it was that girl named Huang Ling who came to present herself."

Huang Ling? Song Qingshi thought about it and realized that he had some recollection of this medical servant. She had only been in Medicine King Valley for a few years. She was considered a newcomer responsible for sweeping the nearby gardens. Most of the medical servants in the valley were men. There were only thirty or forty women, and most of them were middle-aged. Huang Ling was young, cheerful, smart, bold, and good-looking, so she was quite popular among the medical servants. Song Qingshi often ran into her in the courtyard and would exchange a few words with her to help her with her troubles, but after Yue Wuhuan took charge of the housekeeping, he never saw her again.

"You always say that every day, I'm the one that drinks and causes trouble. What are you doing here today if you don't drink?" An Long saw him hesitate, and the villain immediately complained, "With your hair down, dressed like this, just look in the mirror, isn't my mistake understandable? You should be thankful that I light a lamp, otherwise, I'd have been scared to death."

Song Qingshi couldn't help but look back at the mirror, at his white robe and long hair. . .

Well, he did look a bit like a female ghost.

Although it was a little uncomfortable, everyone here was a man, and it was an unintentional mistake. He wasn't a great beauty like Yue Wuhuan either. Nothing bad had happened, so it wasn't worth worrying about.

"Forget it," Song Qingshi graciously changed the subject: "When did you hook up with my medical servant?"

"Don't talk nonsense," An Long climbed onto the edge of the bed and sat down, raising his hand and swearing, "She's the one who has been hitting on me. Ask her if you don't believe me."

He haphazardly draped his blouse, loosely tying his pants halfway so they wouldn't fall. He sat with a big grin, showing a perfect inverted triangle figure and eight-pack abs on his feral waist. He exuded a bad boy char which was very attractive to women.

Song Qingshi thought about his glorious deeds of promiscuity and didn't doubt him. . .

An Long asked with a smirk, "Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?"

"I didn't come looking for you," Song Qingshi remembered why he was here and immediately stood up, looking around, "Where's Xiao Bai?"

Haolong snaked down from the beam and raised his head affectionately.

Song Qingshi grabbed Haolong and gave him serious instructions, ordering him not to eat any mice in Medicine King Valley.

Haolong was extremely spiritual, nodding his head to express his understanding. Song Qingshi knew that it would not mess around like An Long, so he finally put his mind at ease. He promised to compensate it with a lot of delicious food and agreed to play with it.

During the man and the snake's exchange, An Long looked out the door with a smirk. He had long noticed that Yue Wuhuan was standing far away in the courtyard, taking in everything that had happened in the room. However, he couldn't see any flaws in Yue Wuhuan's body; his expression and movements were very relaxed, and he didn't take these farces to heart at all.

How interesting. . .

Noticing that An Long was watching him, Yue Wuhuan hurriedly saluted and lowered his head in embarrassment, pretending not to notice anything.

Every response was impeccably natural.

He was like a servant who knew his status well. He was sensible and well-behaved, and he never took a step out of place.

Unfortunately, An Long didn't believe it.

In Xilin, everyone knew that the more colourful something was, the more poisonous it was.

. . .

Song Qingshi educated Haolong well and prepared to leave.

An Long smiled and pointed to the door: "Your disciple saw this whole debacle."

"It's all your fault." Song Qingshi blushed a little, feeling that his mature and stable image in front of Yue Wuhuan had been ruined by the bastard An Long. He hurried away and took Yue Wuhuan away from the Meditation Courtyard.

Seeing the two walking away, An Long got up, opened another jar of wine, and downed it vigorously.

The more he drank, the more sober he became.

He touched his burnt hand and laughed at himself, "Ha, I thought something good would happen. . ."

. . .

While walking, Song Qingshi explained to Yue Wuhuan: "That guy is just an Alaskan, don't take it to heart. I don't usually do that."

Yue Wuhuan asked, puzzled, "What's an Alaskan?"

Song Qingshi's lingering anger still persisted: "The dog!"

His sister had an Alaskan dog, and he professionally demolished the house. She refused to correct his despite repeated scoldings. He was very irritating. He slipped once and was dragged directly into the river because of his bad legs. Fortunately, the water was shallow, and he didn’t drown, but she had to coax him out of the water with food.

Although Yue Wuhuan didn't quite understand, he didn't want to ask more questions and instead brought up something else: "A medical servant came to report that Huang Ling was caught outside the Meditation Courtyard. This girl is indeed restless and wants to seduce the master of the Ten Thousand Companions Sect. Master, do you. . . think we should send her to the manor?"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "Okay, send her there."

Although it wasn't a big deal for young women to think about sex, there are many valuable materials in Medicine King Valley, so keeping people with ulterior motives wasn't appropriate. And An Long is a womanizer, and the stunning female cultivators didn't know how many women he had dumped. He once lied about hiding in Medicine King Valley, which caused several female cultivators to come and make trouble for important people, crying, jumping around, and fighting each. If it wasn't for the fact that the medicine that was being made couldn't be left alone, the original body would have been so angry that he would have gone out to settle accounts with him. In short, this kind of scumbag was not someone ordinary girls should get acquainted with. It was a good idea to stay away.

Yue Wuhuan responded and then gently covered his nose.

Song Qingshi noticed his small movements and was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment, then said: "The smell of wine on Master's body. . . is a bit strong."

Song Qingshi sniffed his sleeve belatedly and smelled a faint whiff of alcohol. He instantly felt extremely uncomfortable and hurried to the bathroom at the back of the bed chamber: "Wuhuan, get me a new pair of pyjamas. I want to take a bath."

"Okay," Yue Wu smiled and chirped, "Clean up well."

Song Qingshi cast a few cleansing spells on himself, then happily jumped into the big hot spring bath and swam a few laps. Then he lay down on the shore, secretly poking the thin soft skin on his pale belly, thinking about An Long's eight-pack abs mermaid waistline, and thinking about Yue Wuhuan's beautiful and compact waistline. Suddenly something felt wrong.

After finally having a healthy body, shouldn't he take time to train himself to make himself more masculine?

Song Qingshi dully thought for a long time.

. . .

Yue Wuhuan sat on the steps outside, calmly playing with a scalpel while reading a book.

There was only darkness in his eyes under the lamplight, like a bottomless abyss.

How could he not be angry about such a thing?

Covered in the smell of the filthy guy who played with vermin, he was so disgusted that he felt like he was about to vomit. . .

He had paid a terrible price countless times that could allow him to remain calm the angrier he got, to remain natural the more disgusted he was. He must not be seen as unwilling. At this time, he would replace his tears with laughter, turn his pain into pleasure, and change his wails into sounds of joy to keep this disgusting guy entertained. He was very familiar with the drill.

Then, lurking in the deepest shadows. . .

He would be patient and wait.

Until the moment arose when it was time to bear his venomous fangs.

The author has something to say: Song Qingshi: What relationship can I have with a man other than friendship? Those who think wrongly are not decent people!

Yue Wuhuan smiled: Whatever Master says is right.

An Long smirked: Whatever Qingshi says is right~

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 54

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 54

Lin Yan was still in a daze, with his fingers resting between his eyebrows. What happened just now? It was as if he had fallen into another world just then. His fingers still retained the cold touch of the ghost's skin. How could he be so bold as to leave behind the self-respect that he was dying to maintain? He couldn't help but clench his teeth and move a little further away from Xiao Yu.

The weather wasn't very clear when he went out in the morning. The cool wind suddenly picked up, and the smell of earth rushed toward his face as if it was going to rain. The buildings in the distance were like mirages existing in the void, faintly approaching, chasing him. The "memories" forgotten a hundred years ago were secretly dormant in the cracks of every blue brick in this ancient courtyard, waiting for him to approach.

A lot of people had gathered at the prize draw stand. The host was dressed like a scholar and wore a robe and a square scarf, carefully adjusting the microphone.

There are a few small shops by the roadside. The staff set up stalls at the entrance to sell various folk items, and there was also a place to change clothes. Rows of improved Hanfu and flags were hung on the shelves. Visitors can rent them to take pictures or simply wear them around the garden tour. The ancient meaning was abundant.

Lin Yan walked over to ask the price, and the peddler spoke in his local accent, stretched out two fingers, and said seriously, "Twenty taels of silver for the day!"

Even the young master, who had always prided himself on his composure, didn't hold back his laughter. Lin Yan rummaged through the clothes racks, picked out five outfits that were not too badly butchered by ancient costume dramas, and handed them out one by one: "Wear these for fun. It suits the scene."

The straight train was only worn with a long belt, and half an arm could be added at most. Their jeans will be exposed when they moved too much. The tourists were very happy to dress up and are busy taking pictures. Xiao Yu was fiddling with ghost masks and paper lanterns. Lin Yan was putting on his belt, and the ghost turned his head and said softly: "I remember these. They're for the Lantern Festival."

"Lanterns are lit from the eighth day to the eighteenth day. The first day is for test lanterns. The fourteenth day of the first lunar month is for divine lanterns, which are dedicated to offering sacrifices to ancestors. The fifteenth day is for human lanterns, to eliminate insects and ward off evil spirits. The last day is for ghost lanterns, which are placed on the grave. Wandering souls can use them to get out of the ghost world."

Lin Yan chose a lotus lantern and handed it to Xiao Yu: "Now they all rely on these gimmicks to make money. If they have the chance, they'll throw everything they can out there, calling it the revival of Chinese culture, and it's all a mess in the end."

Teasingly, he took two masks, the blue-faced evil spirit with fangs and an evil ghost, and gave him one: "Here, you look like this."

Yin Zhou squeezed out from the crowd to urge them: "Hurry up, both of you, it's about to start."

The host had adjusted the microphone, joking on stage, and lifted the red curtain with a swipe. The poster showed the prize listing. The runner-up prize was a commemorative coin with a picture of the whole ancient city printed on it. The fourth-level prize was a 50 yuan voucher. The third-level prize was a mobile phone. The second-level prize was a notebook, and the first-level prize was blank. A square box on the table in the center of the stage was wrapped in red silk and satin, deliberately leading tourists to guess what it was.

"Now, please look at the number in the lower right corner of your ticket. Mr. X, an investor in Jinyang Ancient City, will do the draw for us." The host was enthusiastic.

The runner-up and the fourth-level prize were announced in turn. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Yeah, it's me," from time to time. They won their prizes and went to the stage to accept the award with a smile. There were a lot of winners in these two categories, and it took a long time to announce the third-level prize. At that time, Lin Yan was already impatient and pushed Yin Zhou: "Let's go, let's go, there's nothing to see here."

Yin Zhou is confident: "Maybe I'll win something. It'll only take a moment."

"Come on, we've never won anything more expensive than a washbasin since we were young in draws and lottery tickets." Lin Yan muttered.

Soon the third and second-level prizes were over, and the audience focused on the red cloth box. The host made a point of making a story: "This time, we have carefully prepared the first-level prize. It's highly collectible and valuable." As he spoke, he took the note from the investor's hand and read out: "No. 141."

The audience looked down at their tickets. No one came up to claim it. Yin Zhou nudged Lin Yan with his elbow: "Hey, what number are you?"

Lin Yan glanced at it and exclaimed, "It's me!"

"Go quickly, see what it is." Satisfied, Yin Zhou rushed to the stage and waved his hand. While Lin Yan was on stage, he secretly flicked A-Che's forehead, "Alright."

The little fox shook his head: "Look, we foxes have the most powerful spells."

Lin Yan climbed up to the stage, shook hands with the investor first, and then uncovered the red silk under the expectant eyes of the crowd, revealing the exquisite brocade box underneath.

The box was slowly opened. Lin Yan's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he took out. . . a chicken that hadn't shed its feathers completely, its head hanging limply. Its blood hadn't been drained entirely, and some was dripping down its neck.

"A chicken?!" The audience was silent, and then the whispers turned into roars of laughter. The investor and the host blushed, looking for where their real prize went.

When Lin Yan walked off the stage with the chicken in a daze, Yin Zhou was smacking A-Che: "What's the matter with you? What are you doing with a chicken? Where's the original thing!?"

A-Che muttered aggrievedly: "The original thing wasn't good. Lin Yan definitely wouldn't like it, so I changed it!" After staring at the chicken and licking his lips, his eyes glowed, "There's nothing more delicious in this world than chicken. Let's eat this for lunch, okay?"

Yin Zhou was so angry that smoke could've been coming out of his nose. Lin Yan stared suspiciously at the chicken in his hand, then at Yin Zhou and the fox, who was making a fuss, and finally understood what had happened.

"Okay, okay, the chicken is also very good. Let's find a place to stew it." Lin Yan shoved the featherless chicken to the fox, "There are some variety meats and aged tofu over there. You guys wait and I'll buy some. I'm really hungry."

Several big pots were on the roadside stalls, and the pot lids were lifting with steam. Plastic bowls were filled with local delicacies which were convenient for tourists to satisfy their cravings while walking. Lin Yan ordered four servings and was waiting for the mutton to be cooked when the sky suddenly darkened. A commotion brewed in the crowd and bean-sized raindrops started crackling down. The tourists ran in all directions. People ran in front of it and the rain chased after them. The July day was just like a child's face; it changed at the drop of a hat. Lin Yan used his sleeve to block the rain. When he hurried back, everyone had already disappeared.

The stone brick road was covered with moss making it wet and slippery. The crowd headed towards the ancient city to avoid the rain. Lin Yan followed suit. He took out his phone to make a call but found that there was no signal at all.

The sound of bells in the distance echoed in the misty rain. The rain was very rapid and raging. After a while, his whole body was soaked, and his clothes were dripping wet. Many tourists used masks to block the rain, leaving only a pair of eyes to find their way through the mess. All kinds of ghosts and monsters passed by on the street, including tiger heads, snake demons, white-faced dolls, and earth immortals, all wearing similar straight trains and walking in a hurry so he couldn't recognize anyone.

Where did Yin Zhou and the others go?

As he drew closer to the dim ancient city, Lin Yan walked through the pagoda with five arches and stepped into it. Surrounded by rain and fog, the window papers of each house lit up a pale yellow light, like a city built in the void. He sighed in relief. There was a sudden thunder, and it rumbled above him. Lin Yan suddenly panicked. The fox's spell would be broken by the thunder. Where is the ghost he lost now?

After turning around a corner, then another corner, there was another pagoda in front of him. After stepping on it, he didn't walk very far before he noticed the people on the street gradually thinning out. Occasionally, a few women walked past him as if their feet were bound, staggering, striking lively poses, and holding up oil-paper umbrellas. Under their masks were faces from hundreds of years ago, ghost faces.

A thought came up for no reason, was this city a ghost town?

Paper lanterns lit up for no reason, and the light was dim. A peddler hurriedly closed his stall and carried his stretcher. Seeing Lin Yan stumbling around, he hurriedly greeted him: "Brother, don't wander around. Do you know where this place is?"

Lin Yan pulled him over and asked, "Have you seen four people, oh no, three people? One of them was a seven or eight-year-old boy who was busy taking shelter from the rain just now. We got separated."

"Or do you know where there's a tourist service center that can put out a broadcast?"

The peddler chuckled: "'People'? Who in this city is a 'person'? You must be joking, sit."

Two merchants with horses passed on the side of the road while walking and chatting, and Lin Yan overheard a few sentences: "This year, for some reason, the city was full of noise all day long. Some strange people came in early this morning, disturbing people's peace and quiet."

Lin Yan suddenly froze in place. He had supernatural eyes. He can see ghosts! Immediately closing his eyes, he saw silhouettes of beings walking in front of him. They were all greenish-black, and when they walked around, there was a long trail of green smoke behind them. A hundred years had passed, but this ancient city restored on the original site had never died. It survived in another space and another form and would live forever; the sound of a hunter's hawk, a new customer entering a teashop with a silent lute, a lady going up to the embroidery building and leaving a story of talented men behind.

"I went to the wrong place and came here by mistake. How can I get out?"

The peddler rolled his eyes and left carrying his load. A green-bearded Daoist came to meet him, holding a half-immortal yellow flag. He looked at Lin Yan carefully and said in surprise, "Young master, within seven days you will be part of a bloodbath. Return home quickly, and don’t go any further.”

"Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. It's not that there is no retribution. The time has simply not come. Go away, sir, and put aside all the injustices of your previous life. This is the way to resolve it."

Lin Yan pushed him away, twisted the water from the hem of his garment, and hurriedly looked for the way out. He suddenly came to his senses when he heard about his previous life. Where was Xiao Yu? They were also separated like this before, in the distant time and realm of life and death. They thought they would never see each other again, but unexpectedly he found him after he walked alone on the lonely road to the underworld. . . What was so good about Lin Yan in that life that he was worthy of his undying love?

Who said that love is not the cause and effect of past lives. Whether it was love at first sight, childhood sweethearts, or long-term love, in the vast sea of people, why did he meet that one, why did he choose him?

The moss makes people's feet slippery, and the dark street scene and bleak rain and fog seem to float on the other side of the world. In the 23rd year of Chenghua, the scene at that time chased him, reminding him of his "previous life" he had forgotten in the void*.

*(T/N: 成化, the Chenghua era under the ninth Emperor Chenghua in the Ming Dynasty)

"Lin Yan!" Someone shouted suddenly. Xiao Yu held up a lantern and stood not far from the ancient street.

This scene was very familiar, and he suddenly recalled the day he ran away from home, and he frantically looked for him in front of the door of the strange movie theatre on the North Fourth Ring Road. The ghost stood there in such a panic, waiting for him.

Lin Yan rushed over in a hurry, still in shock: "There's something wrong here. I saw people from ancient times. They talked to me. . ."

Xiao Yu pulled him to the side of the road and said in a deep voice: "You went the wrong way. This ancient city is divided into two worlds, the human and the ghost world. The thunder probably drew the entrance out. Follow me."

     Turning into a spacious courtyard, the first thing he saw when he entered the door was an old screen wall engraved with Zhu Xi's family motto: "It is good to make preparations before it rains; don't wait for thirst before you dig a well.

*(T/N: Song Dynasty scholar who helped influence Neo-Confucianism)

Be frugal in your comforts for yourself; when a guest, do not prolong your stay.

If utensils are of good quality and clean, then pottery is better than gold or jade.

Drink and food should be simple, and well-prepared garden vegetables are better than precious delicacies."

Passing through a courtyard full of weeds, eight carved doors were wide open, showing a screen with gold letters on a black background, and complex golden peonies seemed to be thrown on people's faces. The two of them held hands and crossed the atrium. The four-sided courtyard wall encloses the courtyard like a well. When he looked up, he can see a square piece of sky with fine raindrops floating down. After passing through the paradise world, the sandalwood rafters were covered with murals, which had turned yellow due to day after day of sunlight.

Pushing open a double wooden door to the study, the ghost led them in, as if entering a land without people.

"Be careful of the threshold." Xiao Yu held his hand. Under his feet was an elm wooden threshold, nearly one foot high, which had been kicked and trampled many times, so it was damaged.

"Where are Yin Zhou and the others?" Lin Yan asked.

"They're all in the human world. You're the only one missing. We'll take shelter from the rain first, and then I'll take you out when the sky clears."

Lin Yan nodded, chose a black-painted chair against the wall, and sat down. He vigorously twisted the water from the hems of his clothes, raised his head to look around, and wondered: "Why did you enter a private house? Is the ghost owner of this household not here?"

"They're here." Xiao Yu said. Seeing that Lin Yan still didn't understand, he smiled bitterly, "They just don't remember. Don't worry about it."

The study room was spacious, with two black lacquered chairs placed against the wall at the entrance, a rosewood square table with celadon vases in the middle, and a large case facing the door. At the back was a pair of red sandalwood shelves displaying jade carvings and antiques from the previous dynasty. The four treasures of the writing room were all there. They had not been used for a long time, the ink dry in the ink slab. Rows of bookshelves behind were filled with precious and smoky yellow thread-bound books. The top row was "Four Books of Notes to Sentences," "Collected Commentaries on Elegies of Chu State," and "The Works," written by Zhu Xi, Feudal Ethics And Asceticism. Later, there was "The Analects," "Book of Poetry," and "Mencius."

The two vermilion window lattices of the study room were faded by the sun in the west, and because of the rain, they were dim, with a thin ray of skylight giving off a sense of desolation.

Lin Yan suddenly felt that the room looked familiar, so he walked over to check everything. His fingers ran across the surface of the porcelain, the coloured decorative bowls with blue and white flowers and dotted ink; blue like the sky after rain, pink like a butterfly flying through flowers. Going to the bookshelf again, he moved a few volumes away and found there was another compartment inside. He reached in and took out a volume of "In Search of the Supernatural." He fumbled inside and found a "The Peony Pavilion" volume covered in dust*. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He cried out in panic, "Xiao Yu, I've seen this before!"

*(T/N: In Search of the Supernatural [搜神记] compilation of legends about spirits, ghosts and other supernatural phenomena, written and compiled by Gan Bao in the Jin dynasty; The Peony Pavilion [牡丹亭] play by Tang Xianzu in the Ming Dynasty)

Looking back, he met a pair of burning eyes. The volume fell to the ground, and it turned to one page in particular. Liu Mengmei picked up a portrait of Du Liniang in the garden. Fascinated by the beautiful woman to the point of exhuming her body, Du Liniang came back from the dead in her tomb. An inscription said: "Just as Du Liniang, they can be called lovers. Love does not arise, but love is deep. The living can die, and the dead can live. Those who live but cannot die, and those who die but cannot live are not the result of love."

"I knew you a long time ago. . ." He broke off, raising his arms around Xiao Yu's neck, gazing into his eyes, his throat burning with thirst. A thread of a departed soul faintly attached to the pages of the ancient book penetrated his heart and lungs. Xiao Yu pushed him away and said lightly: "You don't know me. You're Lin Yan. I only want you to be Lin Yan in this life."

"I know who I am." Lin Yan wrapped himself around his body, suddenly breathing heavily, unable to control himself, and faintly uttered a sentence: "Xiao Lang. . ."

The ghost's face was shocked, and he let his kisses fall on his neck and slide to his chest. There was no one around, only two ancient souls, dressed in bright clothes that were evolved into foreign shapes by TV dramas, mingled together in an era of extinction of human desires. Love and hatred were kept secret and turned into a volume of evil books hidden deep in the bookshelf. By concealing it, it became more inflated. Lin Yan suddenly pushed Xiao Yu to the ground as if in revenge and knelt down on him between his legs, hugging him fiercely as though he intended to crush bones.

Before meeting him, the love he encountered was calm and indifferent. He just wanted to find a suitable person to live out his whole life with. When he fell in love with him, his life was full of twists and turns, turbulent waves, and a lot of people might die if they weren't careful.

Who said love has nothing to do with the long-standing sins of previous lives?

It's fine to be sincere for a minute, but why are his eyes always looking at something other than him? Inexplicable hatred and jealousy, hatred right to the bone, is it bad for him? If he wants to love, he will accompany him in love; if he wants to leave, he can't even say a word to keep him. He travelled thousands of miles to find a lover from his previous life and even fulfill the marriage contract together. How could the ghost have put him in a position, treating him like this?

"You want me." He stared at Xiao Yu angrily, "Don't you want to?"

"I can't." Xiao Yu turned his face away.

"You don't dare?"

The ghost was suddenly touched in a sore spot. He ruthlessly yanked open his skirt, took off the straight skirt embroidered with straight lapels. He lifted the hem of Lin Yan's T-shirt and kissed his ab muscles, moving upwards. He sucked hard, and kissed his lips all of a sudden. His lust was like a karmic fire that burned both of them to ashes. Neither of them was rational. They tossed and turned in the room full of thread-bound ancient books. They were too eager, knocking down a wall of books, the pages fluttering down in all directions. There was nowhere to escape.

Their audience was full of the words of the saints, and the onlookers found it unbearable to watch them.

"Does it hurt?" Just an inch deep, seeing Lin Yan biting his lip, Xiao Yu stopped and kissed him gently.

"Do it." Lin Yan wrapped his legs around his waist, sweating from the pain, and hugged him stubbornly, "Harder."

"Are you stupid? Do you want to die?"

"You the one who's fucking stupid. Why do you think about someone who has been dead for so many years?" Lin Yan endured the discomfort of his body being stretched inch by inch and asked him through gritted teeth: "Who am I? Who do you think I am? "

The ghost kissed his forehead, wet with cold sweat: "Lin Yan, my Lin Yan."

The hard object moved up and down in his body. Lin Yan uncontrollably swallowed the groan in his throat with his fist and greedily looked at Xiao Yu's emotional expression. His two long brows knit into a knot every time he sank into his depths, his heavy breathing uncontrollable.

The more pleasure he felt, the more eager and restless he became. He pulled Xiao Yu to make him lie on his body, hungrily thirsting for his saliva. He hooked the soft tongue into his mouth, trying not to make it painful, and untied his hair with one hand, letting it down his bare back, stroking it with the palm of his hand.

In this strange ancient city and strange room, he and his past suddenly overlapped, like he had been given a hallucinogenic drug. He didn't know why and he wouldn't ask. The lust was overwhelming, reality and falsehood collided, the ancient and the modern intertwined, and he felt at ease to bear what should belong to him. More debauched than anyone else, more depraved than anyone else, what's not to like? Xiao Yu owes him!

He was leaving and never coming back. What he was looking for was the skeleton of a dead lover. The anger of a thousand suns, unwillingness and jealousy have all turned into a forbidden love, just like the perverted and paranoid love they had when they first met. He bit Xiao Yu's shoulder as if punishing him and twisted his hip slightly: "I want more. It's not enough, not enough. . ."

The violent impact and friction almost made him pass out. His throat was so hoarse that he couldn't scream. He lay on the floor, tilting his head to catch his breath, the yellowed pages brushing his cheeks, the black letters in the vertical layout touching his eyes: "Love does not arise, but love is deep. The living can die, and the dead can live. Those who live but cannot die, and those who die but cannot live are not the result of love."

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 19

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 19 - King of Xilin Poison

On the day An Long came, Medicine King Valley had already made preparations to receive the honoured guest.

Song Qingshi put on his vestments neatly in front of the mirror and checked his appearance carefully. Looking back, he saw Yue Wuhuan wearing a dusty cloth robe, similar to a medical servant. Although ordinary clothes couldn't hide his beauty, his temperament wasn't suitable for such a simple colour. It was more suitable for a domineering and bright colour.

This means that Medicine King Valley is so broke that the phoenix has become a sparrow.

Song Qingshi secretly felt heartbroken. He was determined to overcome his social anxiety and try his best to bring back the investment of the Ten Thousand Companions Sect.

Birds were singing in the sky, and Medicine King Valley opened the Misty Poison formation to welcome them.

Suddenly, there was a disturbing commotion from the medical servants guarding the gate. The commotion gradually spread into the valley, and a few timid medical servants even fled in panic.

Yue Wuhuan raised his head and glanced coldly. The fleeing medical servant immediately stopped in his tracks, blushing a little as he remembered the ruthlessness with which the beauty, who was deeply trusted by the venerable lord, handled his affairs.

Song Qingshi was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Yue Wuhuan submissively lowered his head again without answering.

Song Qingshi quickly understood what the medical servants were afraid of.

A huge white snake flicked its tongue and swam up sinuously from the steps. Its silver scales glistened brightly in the sunlight, and its blood-coloured eyes looked like demons appearing from purgatory.

The white snake raised its head and quickly swam to Song Qingshi's feet. It rubbed its head affectionately and wrapped its tail around his feet.

Song Qing was overjoyed. He knelt down, patted his head, and asked, "It's Xiao Bai, right? I haven't seen you for so many years. How did you grow so big?"

Seeing that he recognized him, the white snake touched him with its tongue and rubbed him more joyfully.

Yue Wuhuan wanted to step forward to stop him, but when he saw someone coming, he backed away.

"This bastard who never knows when to stop eating; I knew it liked you more," A tall shadow fell, and the thick and deep voice was full of helplessness, "Back then, in the secret realm, you refused to accept Haolong as a spiritual pet, so I had to make do with it. It was always so resentful and always wanted to go back to you."

"Don't joke," Song Qingshi said with a smile, "it's not suitable for Medicine King Valley. It's much more suited for Ten Thousand Companions Sect."

Five hundred years ago, Haolong was still a young snake and had been injured in a fight with a big beast. The original body had been collected medicine and passed by, easily healing it. It clamoured desperately to follow him but was forced to An Long by the original body. At that time, Haolong was only the thickness of a finger, but now it had become so big, and its scales flowed brightly. It was evident that it had been raised very carefully by the wealthy local sect.

After Song Qingshi finished stroking the snake, he raised his head, suddenly bewildered.

The An Long in his memory was a mischievous and youthful ordinary boy. The man who appeared in front of him was now more than 1.9 meters tall. His body was awe-inspiring, with the back of a tiger and the waist of a wolf. He wore tight black leather armour, his exposed right arm full of tattoos of the five poisonous creatures*. The hideous poisons were entwined with bones, terrifying but attractive, making onlookers unable to look away. He looked like an untamed lunatic. His hair was cut very short, which made his facial features even sharper. His sharp eyebrows stretched onto his temples, and his nose was as high as a peak. His narrow eyes were like a beast that was searching for its prey. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.

*(T/N: 五毒刺青, the five poisonous creatures in Chinese literature, the scorpion, viper, centipede, house lizard and toad)

The years are a carving knife, taking five hundred years to be reshaped.

Song Qingshi stared blankly for a long time and finally found traces of the past on his face.

An Long also looked at him for a long time and finally laughed. A sharp canine tooth appeared on his lips. The dangerous aura faded instantly and changed back to the bad boy who liked to play pranks, making the girls of Medicine King Valley blush and turn their heads under his gaze.

The familiar feeling made Song Qingshi sigh with slight relief.

An Long glanced around, bent down, and said quietly: "I thought you were angry with me and didn't want to see me again."

Song Qingshi seriously recalled the mischievous past of the wild kid: "I'm not angry."

An Long didn't seem to believe him and patted him on the shoulder as if he wanted to change the topic.

The Ten Thousand Companions Sect was known for body training. With great strength, his hand slapped Song Qingshi somewhat painfully.

"By the way, I heard that you brought back a. . ." An Long glanced at the crowd and quickly locked onto Yue Wuhuan. After thinking about it, he didn't know what to call him, so he described it haphazardly, "Is it this little guy? Unlike the rumours, he looks cute and well-behaved.”

Yue Wuhuan has long been used to these kinds of messy comments. His expression remained unchanged. He bowed to An Long in a proper manner and continued to remain silent.

Song Qingshi, however, was shocked.

An Long touched his chin and sighed: "He's so beautiful, but it's a pity that he's a man."

Even after taking over the Ten Thousand Companions Sect and achieving the highest level of cultivation, he was still the same mouthy bastard he used to be!

With a cold face, Song Qingshi skillfully dragged An Long to the main hall, sent Yue Wuhuan to feed the mice then began educating the guy in front of him. Although he wanted the Ten Thousand Companions Sect's investment, the reason he needed it couldn't be forgotten, so he quickly sorted out the bastard's previous taboo history and made a list of prohibitions for him, including one hundred and twenty-six rules and regulations such as no flirting with Yue Wuhuan, no molesting Yue Wuhuan, no foul language directed at Yue Wuhuan, no manhandling Yue Wuhuan, no trespassing in Yue Wuhuan's bed chambers, and no trying to get Yue Wuhuan drunk.

"Gods above." An Long was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to return to his senses, "Is this man made of glass?"

Song Qingshi tapped on the table and skillfully reprimanded him: "Rule 72, don't use strange words to describe him."

"Okay, okay," An Long was amused to be scolded for some reason. He raised his hand in surrender, promising not to talk nonsense, and then asked, "What should I call him? What is his status in Medicine King Valley?"

Song Qing Shi froze, realizing that this was a serious problem. . .

Yue Wuhuan's illness was psychological, and it was inconvenient to explain. He was a patient, and he needed to protect his privacy. Although he was the all-purpose secretary of Medicine King Valley, this profession was equivalent to a glorified housekeeper in the immortal world so he had no status. Therefore, he neglected to give Yue Wuhuan a proper identity.

Song Qingshi got up immediately and said to An Long, "Wait, I need to check on something."

After he spoke, he immediately walked out of the main hall, looking for Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wuhuan had already fed the little white mice, but he knew that Song Qingshi had some words that were inconvenient for him to listen to, so he sat in the corridor not far away, reading a book and waiting patiently.

Song Qingshi hurried to Yue Wuhuan's side and asked, "Wuhuan, do you want to be my disciple?"

Yue Wuhuan looked at him in disbelief, a little stunned: "Master, why are you suddenly. . ."

"An Long reminded me," Song Qingshi explained, "It's better for you to have a suitable status in Medicine King Valley. I haven't taken any disciples, so you can be my first disciple. Whether you're doing things or meeting guests, it's more convenient this way. Of course, if you don't want to, I'll think of another way."

"I want to," Yue Wuhuan said anxiously. "Master saved my life and taught me my skills. I have long regarded Master as a teacher, but I dared not ask for it." He took out a piece of carved black wood. The engraved plaque had his name on it, and he embarrassedly handed it to Song Qingshi, "I secretly made my own life plaque a while ago. Please accept it, Master."

The life plaque was a must-have thing for the disciples of every sect. Walking in the immortal world, a person's life and death were unknown, so each sect will use the disciples' blood to make a life plaque and put it in a safe place. If the life plaque was broken, it meant that the disciple has died.

Yue Wuhuan carefully said: "I made it with a slight addition to the spell formation. If I die accidentally, the life plaque will inform Master of the whereabouts of Wuhuan's body. Wuhuan hopes. . . that after death, he can be burned and buried with you in Medicine King Valley. Is that okay?"

Song Qingshi was so moved that he repeatedly said: "Don't worry, I'll protect you and never let anything happen to you."

Yue Wuhuan stood up to pay respects to his master.

"Wait, I have a request," Song Qingshi hurriedly stopped him and said in an embarrassing way, "Can you not call me Master? This name always reminds me of that guy. . ." He had put off accepting disciples but still had some stigmas in his heart. The previous actions of Yue Wuhuan's "master" had been seriously abhorrent, almost to the point of nausea. He didn't want the same title at all and worried that Yue Wuhuan would have a psychological impression of this title.

Yue Wuhuan understood his intentions, smiled in response, and performed the salute to his master again.

"I'll take you to worship your master later." Song Qingshi happily went back to An Long with the life plaque in his hand and said triumphantly while showing him the token, "Yue Wuhuan is now my eldest disciple. Isn't that a good status?"

An Long was too dazed to speak.

He had seen someone who recruited disciples quickly, but he had never seen one that was this fast. In less than three-quarters of an hour, Medicine King Valley's first disciple had been released.

It seemed that. . . the reason was that he had asked a question?

Gods above, did he do something wrong?

Song Qingshi resolved his worries and began thinking about attracting investment. He vaguely remembered what his sister said: first, let the investors eat, drink well, and have a good time, then coax them to sign the contract. So Song Qingshi took An Long to visit his laboratory, explained the method of bacterial cultivation in earnest, and invited him to experiment together.

Both the original body and he liked to express their welcome to friends in this way.

It was a bit weird, but it was sincere.

Ever since he entered the laboratory, An Long had been staring at him in a daze, both surprised and delighted, as if he wanted to make sure of something. . .

Song Qingshi looked a little strange and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

An Long asked cautiously: "Qingshi, do you really forgive me?"

Rebellious teenagers do so many stupid things. What else is there to hate? Besides, he couldn't even remember most of them.

Song Qingshi laughed, "I've already forgiven you. I've already forgotten those things."

An Long's eyes were a little red, and he stared at him incredulously: "Did you really forget?"

Song Qingshi affirmed: "I hate lying."

"Yes, yes, you never lie." An Long suddenly took him into his arms, buried his face in his shoulder, and said softly, "Thank you. . ."

His mask of disguise was torn off, and his warm heart emerged.

He couldn't be happier.

Song Qingshi wanted to push him away, but there was warm wetness on his shoulders. He thought about it and stayed still.

An Long's voice was unspeakably hoarse:

"You don't know how much I regret. . ."

"I'm so happy I can see you again."

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 53

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 53

Merchants in Shanxi originated in the early Ming Dynasty and reached their peak in the Qing Dynasty. Taiyuan Province ruled five prefectures and 20 counties in the Ming Dynasty, including present-day Xinzhou, Shanxi, Yangquan and Luliang. There are still many compound remains, some of which are still in use. Lin Yan intended to bring Xiao Yu there. It was best to go where this may have all started. If not, at least he could find some impression of the old days in the deep courtyard of the brick and black tiles. Despite the 3,000 historical materials, they can only rely on the ghost's sporadic memories.

It was 8 o'clock in the evening when they arrived. The lights glowed in the summer night, the streets were full of traffic, and the food stalls next to the train station emitted the sound of roasting meat, which made these people, who had spent four days in the wilderness, unable to resist secretly salivating.

Finally, back in modern society, Lin Yan heaved a sigh of relief. Yin Zhou looked around the neon-flashing neighborhood in vain and sighed: "Buildings! Finally, we see a building with more than five floors! It's so foreign." He rushed up to pat Lin Yan's shoulder, "Tonight, we deserve to treat ourselves, I've thought about it. We stay at the Hilton and soak in the spa. You can treat us. Don't try and avoid it."

Lin Yan clutched his wallet and gritted his teeth.

When they were at the hotel's front desk, they ran into another difficulty. They hadn’t made a reservation in advance. When they arrived, the triple and single rooms were full, leaving only a standard room. Yin Zhou and A-Yan had already received their room cards and went up to their room to rest. A-Che insisted on staying with Xiao Yu. The lobby was glorious. The fox saw everything as new and fresh and ran to the fountain to fish for goldfish to play with. Lin Yan dared not look at Xiao Yu, and carefully said: "You take A-Che, and I'll get another room."

The front desk clerk checked the information on the computer and, from time to time, curiously looked at the two men with children out of the corner of his eye. His gaze moved across Xiao Yu's face, which made Lin Yan inexplicably upset, but he didn't dare to show it.

Xiao Yu was silent for a while and said let's stay together. I don't need to sleep at all. Besides, we're always together, I'm used to it. Lin Yan's palms were sweaty holding the signature pen. Hearing Xiao Yu's words, he breathed a sigh of relief.

There were two beds. A-Che spread his arms and legs to occupy one of them, and Lin Yan slept on the other. Xiao Yu stared at the street scene in a daze. There was no night in the city. Behind the heavy curtains was a little bit of neon all over the street. It was a nest of red and green stars. Every time Lin Yan woke up, he would see Xiao Yu standing by the window in the same posture. He would whisper at him to go to sleep and the ghost would lightly shake his head. He didn't know how many times he woke up but when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already pale.

Xiao Yu's face remained the same. He had turned into a ghost, and all the feelings of fatigue and hunger left him like a stone, a thing drifting without roots and ground. Mortal contentment and happiness were also irrelevant to him.

He wished he could kiss those thin lips again and coax him to smile, but the ghost's eyes were staring into the distant void, and he had no time for him.

The self-service breakfast for two hundred and eighty people was extremely rich, but when A-Che got involved, the rest became errand runners. They weren't able to eat well at all. The little fox was all over the place, eyes bolting around at everything. They couldn't deny him the cakes, snack meat, sausages, and eggs. He didn't dare order Xiao Yu around. He only commanded Lin Yan and the others to run around and get food for him. Yin Zhou finally took a leisurely sip of soup and said sadly and indignantly that foxes should only eat raw meat. But A-Che's ears were very sharp, and he rubbed his belly proudly: "Don't you know where all the tributes you leave at your ancestors' graves go?"

"When the people leave, they will all serve our fox family. Big pieces of pork meat, salted fish, sausage and ham, steamed buns stuffed with meat, all delicious." A-Che shook his head, revealing a pair of pointed ears, "I was bored when I was a child. Sometimes I would turn into a person and come down the mountain to wander around. Grandfather didn’t know. If he heard about it, he would definitely beat me.”

An old couple at the next table couldn't help laughing out loud when they heard an eight-year-old talking about his childhood.

Lin Yan took a stack of travel brochures from the hotel's front desk, wrote down each of the addresses of the merchants' compound, and organized the schedule while A-Che followed suit. He couldn't read, so he only sorted through the pictures and complained when he saw they were all dark courtyards. In spite of Lin Yan's objection, he grabbed it and flipped through it, suddenly pointing to one of the pages and getting excited: "I want to go here!"

He was referring to a colourful promotional photo of an amusement park.

"No." Lin Yan snatched the booklet, "We won't be staying here for a few days. We have to hurry up and get to business."

When the fox heard this, he pursed his mouth and was about to cry.

"Hey, my brother will take you to eat six different flavours of meat sauce and listen to folk music." Lin Yan coaxed him in a good voice, "Your brother Yu is leaving soon. He doesn't have much time to play with you."

The tears in A-Che's eyes grew bigger as if they were about to fall at any moment. All of them took turns comforting him. Xiao Yu patted A-Che's head. He read the booklet carefully and said to Lin Yan: "It's okay. Take him there. The ancient city of Shanxi behind here looks familiar."

It turned out to be the opening ceremony of the restored ancient city relics garden. The promotional slogan said that the ticket price was 50% off. Not only were there various Ming and Qing buildings, special snacks and a carnival were stationed there during the summer vacation for children to have fun. At that time, a stage was set up in the garden to perform shadow puppetry and Pursuit*. A few small photos showed a square and formidable, massive courtyard with umber-black and vermillion tiles. The courtyard walls were extremely high, and two smooth blue stone drums were at the door. The ground shone with the waning light and shadows of the passing clouds. The time chosen to take the pictures was excellent. The porcelain blue sky was permeated with light pink. The branches everywhere stretched out into the ice pattern of Ru ware. The eaves were the most mysterious place. Black-clothed assassins hid under the cracks of the tiles. That was the old China in distant memories.

*(T/N: 1972 Hong Kong film)

Suddenly touched, Lin Yan nodded and followed. The little fox was so happy that he was about to jump up and spilled the sweet corn soup all over Yin Zhou all at once.

"Little menace." Yin Zhou cursed.

There was a tourist bus at the entrance of the hotel to pick up and drop off tourists. When they arrived at 8:00 am, the sky was slightly cloudy. The air was cool and the weather was great for sightseeing.

The restoration of the ruins, along with the modern repairs, was very grand. Plenty of cars were parked outside of the garden. Groups of children were being led by adults, holding balloons. Once A-Che saw them, he wanted to buy one. He couldn't wait to drag Xiao Yu over to the booth, staring at the paper-mâché kites. The shadow puppets, masked figures and lantern almost made his mouth water. He grabbed a few of each. He also fell in love with the blue cotton candy that was bigger than his head. Lin Yan rushed over to save the day, stuffed a few red notes into Xiao Yu's pocket, and said: "A-Che likes you. You show him around. Do you even recognize this money?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yu took the change from the vendor. The ghost's gloomy expression cleared up a bit with a playful child beside him, and he smiled at Lin Yan, "You come too. I can't handle him by myself."

Lin Yan put his hands in his pockets, feeling a little lost.

"What?"

"It's nothing. I just miss you." Lin Yan lowered his head and said. The music around them was blaring, and his voice was very low, but the ghost still heard it, and his expression was slightly shaken.

A-Che didn't notice the embarrassment between the two of them, so he took Xiao Yu's finger and pointed at the Ferris wheel: "I want to go on that."

Xiao Yu turned back to gesture, but Lin Yan was taken aback. It was a small glass box in which couples in love sat for fun, staring at each other for hours, overlooking the city scenery. He was so embarrassed that he wanted nothing more than to escape the situation. He quickly diverted the fox's attention, casually pointing to the right: "That's no fun. Let's go over there to play."

Surprisingly, 'other there' turned out to be a haunted house. On the promotional poster, there was a pale woman with long hair covering her face. It was like a midnight murder special, everything looked like it was out of Sadako.

Before he had time to regret it, A-Che had already changed his mind, holding both their hands and pulling them towards it.

The fox demon brazenly said that he was never afraid of ghosts and rushed up the pitch-black steps. After walking a few steps, the door closed, and they were surrounded by endless darkness. There were vents on the floor near their feet, gusts of wind sending chills up their bodies if they stood there too long.

A white shadow floated past them from the corner. It was a staff member pretending to be a ghost. Lin Yan bit his lower lip and told himself that it was all fake. A cold hand reached out and swiped at his ankle. He had to cover his mouth quickly, almost screaming.

Someone behind him was patting him on the shoulder, and his body went numb. Looking at the joyful couples walking up ahead, Lin Yan wished he could chop off the hand that had pointed them to this place.

The thick darkness blocked his vision; all he could see was Xiao Yu's back in front of him. He was wearing modern clothes, and the T-shirt was slightly small and taut on his body. He could vaguely see the well-proportioned, strong muscle lines, wide shoulders and narrow hips. A section of blueish-white neck was exposed behind long, tied-up hair.

As he was in a trance, a faint blue light was cast on both sides of the walkway. A head of black hair hung down in front of them. Her white skirt was fluttering. Sadako appeared from nowhere. Her hair was blown by the wind from the floor grates, and it was blowing coldly on Lin Yan's face.

"Xiao-Xiao Yu." He leaped out and grabbed the ghost's arm. He said in shock, "Don't go too fast."

"Are you afraid of this?"

Lin Yan's face turned blue, and he stammered: "I was frightened by this movie when I was a child. If I had known it was Sadako. . . I-I wouldn't have come in."

Xiao Yu changed positions with him, let Lin Yan walk a little ahead of him and turned his shoulders sideways, carefully protecting him. When he got close, he made contact, and their fingers touched. Lin Yan's palms were cold and sweaty, not much warmer than the ghost's.

In this man-made strange environment, the gloomy and depressing walkway, the winding maze that seemed to be impossible to navigate, the darkness feeds the imagination, and the imagination breeds demons. His ears were filled with the ghostly sighs of female charm, and behind every narrow corner, were hidden female ghosts. They were even hanging upside down on the ceiling. Their dead faces were blue, green and blackened. He accidentally bumped into a cold white dress, hair reminiscent of something unclean, like a clump of black hair tangled in the sewer.

He couldn't wait for this torment to end.

He was suddenly unable to hold out anymore. He grabbed the ghost's hand in the dark. Xiao Yu froze for a moment. He cupped Lin Yan's hand in his palm and clasped it tightly. Lin Yan turned around and put his arms around his waist, and the two embraced.

Time seemed to stop in this safe space, in the arms of his beloved, where the wind and rain can't invade. Scholars who deal with darkness and corpses all day long also get short of breath. Tired of being a hero, he became a young child. Heroes are short of breath, children are full of love. He sought refuge in a real ghost in a room full of fake ghosts.

"I want you, I want you, Xiao Yu, I really. . ." He ruthlessly bit the ghost's shoulder with his teeth, "I beg you, please don't leave me. . ."

The second half of the sentence wasn't actually spoken. It couldn't be uttered.

Xiao Yu gently stroked his back: "It's okay. Listen, let's go."

The two people finally found the exit after half dragging, half hugging each other. The sky was pouring down, and the little fox had jumped to the exit to wait for them. Seeing both of their abnormal expressions, he clapped his hands happily and laughed.

"You two really suck. You're afraid of ghosts, so shameless."

Seeing the cuteness of the child, passers-by couldn't help but stop and laugh.

If Lin Yan hadn't rushed over with a gesture of beating him up, the little guy's fox tail would have been proudly exposed.

Xiao Yu caught up with Lin Yan and grabbed his wrist. Lin Yan turned his head and looked at the other, so nervous that neither could speak.

"Lin Yan, I. . ."

"Pretend I didn't say anything. I was frightened. It was nonsense." Lin Yan interrupted him, striding forward.

After spending a whole morning in the amusement park, A-Che had played long enough. He had yelled and walked enough and Xiao Yu was carrying him on his back to go get ice cream. Lin Yan followed him, holding a bunch of his prizes in his hand. They had played pinball machines and knocked off the monkey king's head to win. They ate half of a candy man, then popcorn, and they got some glazed beads in a bag that was close to overflowing.

The little guy soon yelled that he was hungry again and went straight through the amusement park to the back exit. A long and secluded ancient road led directly to the ruins of the ancient city. There was an old-fashioned teahouse on the side of the road, with an elm threshold, a carved screen wall, and a newly pasted couplet reading, "A grasp of mundane affairs is genuine knowledge; an understanding of worldly wisdom is true learning." The three ancient houses were connected, and at the end, there was a pavilion where A-Yan and Yin Zhou were sitting and drinking tea, waiting for them.

There was a small table next to the pavilion and an antique blue and white porcelain vase filled with scrolls. The flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, and the lilacs and clove branches grew densely, giving off a faint fragrance of grass and trees. On the other side of the pavilion was an artificial lake. A small bridge was built over the surface of the water. The wind blew the green lotus leaves and collectively rolled out white waves. Daffodils and sweet peas grew on the shore, and willow tree branches hung straight over the water. A string of small silver-blue butterflies hung upside down from the trees.

The three of them sat down. The waiter in the shop was dressed up in ancient costumes and quickly brought three bowls of herbal tea, and also gave them some herbal jelly powder that was included with their admission tickets. They mixed in some honey and ate it to relieve the summer heat.

"I asked. Behind us are the ruins of the ancient city. You may not be able to finish your shopping this afternoon. A stage will be set up at two o'clock for a shadow play, so you guys can go straight there after lunch and wait."

"Us?" Seeing Yin Zhou and A-Yan standing up and about to leave, Lin Yan wondered, "Why are you two leaving?"

Yin Zhou pointed to the table: "We took on the great effort of sitting on these stools and waited for you for three hours. We've eaten everything we could. The shopkeeper thought we were holding the table and I don't know how many times he rolled his eyes. The backup troops have finally arrived, so we're going to stroll around and you can do whatever you want."

"That's right." Yin Zhou winked at A-Che, "Come here, and I'll tell you what's delicious."

The fox's eyes rolled: "No, I'm going to eat everything I can."

"Tsk, I've got something to ask you." Yin Zhou couldn't stop himself from picking him up, "Animals are animals, and they look good in the zoo. Take them out of the zoo, and they aren't very majestic anymore."

The waiter brought a pot of aged bamboo leaves in a blue-and-white porcelain bottle, which looked strangely familiar. A-Yan greeted: "Try this. It's a local specialty, but you can't drink too much. There's a strong aftertaste, and it's easy to get drunk. I-I got dizzy for a while. "

The three of them moved faster than rabbits. Xiao Yu and Lin Yan sat face to face, looking at the lotus pond under Langyuan, not knowing what to say*.

*(T/N: 阆苑, Langyuan paradise, home of the immortals in verse and legends)

In the distance, a faint mist revealed the roof of the old city, tile by tile. There was a row of bright red lanterns and the noise of tourists and the music of the amusement park seemed far away. Time had stagnated under the slanting corner of the pavilion. A hundred years of time, that wine, that person, the passage of time in a disciplined existence.

The fine porcelain cup filled a glass of wine, tilting its neck to pour it out. It was crisp and refreshing, with a lingering aftertaste.

"It's not bad. It's hot. Do you want to try it?" Lin Yan smiled, poured another cup, and handed it to Xiao Yu. The ghost didn't refuse. He brought the glass to his lips and sipped it. Counting that as a drink, he pushed the glass back on the table.

His heart beat suddenly and violently.

After drinking this half of the remnant wine, I intend to drink half of your remnant wine, but I don't know if my groom agrees with me. . .

In a half-conscious state, Lin Yan picked up the cup, sipped at the place where he had sipped, and raised his eyes. A fox's eyes were not as attractive as his, and he stared at Xiao Yu slantingly. This ancient pavilion and the warm wine seemed to be cursed, an ancient and mysterious contract slowly woke up under Langyuan and jade ornaments, walking towards the deep house compound and the tall and wide walls, hiding at the door, waiting for them.

No one can escape the natural disasters that add to human calamities. Love was that natural disaster that led to calamity.

He rolled up his snow-white cuffs, wide and big sleeves, embroidered a light pink spring peach, a bit of femininity concealed under his tough exterior, deliberately leaving it for him to see. He warmed the jug of wine carefully and held it for him.

"You're busy with family affairs. All the stores won't let anyone leave. I can't personally send this rich playboy to the capital for the test. I will bid farewell to you and wish you a beautiful return."

"Lin Yan?" Xiao Yu frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

He still didn't realize it. He was tipsy. He raised his hand to caress his face, eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, and chin. . . People around were already giving sideways glances, watching two young men flirting in public. Lin Yan only felt as if he had a nightmare, looking at his face with fascination: "This journey will take several months. I'll miss you every day. Don't forget to send letters."

Xiao Yu held down his hand, putting it forcibly on the table, and took the glass away: "Don't drink this."

"Leave me alone. I dare to say this when I'm drunk." He stared at Xiao Yu stubbornly with infinite resentment, "At least I'm better than you. You never dared to."

Xiao Yu was not in the same space as him. He suddenly opened his eyes wide in astonishment. Was the person in front of him Lin Yan?

The little fox, A-Che, bounced over, holding a string of strawberry candied gourds wrapped in transparent sugar shells in his hand. He stuck it out under Lin Yan's nose: "This is delicious."

He turned to look at Lin Yan, then at Xiao Yu, and asked in surprise, "What are you two talking about? Why are you sweating?"

It felt like his soul left his body in fright. His whole body turned cold. Lin Yan suddenly came back to his senses and stared blankly at his palm.

Yin Zhou and A-Yan also rushed back. They grabbed the untouched herbal tea in front of Lin Yan and drank it to quench their thirst. They pointed to a place where a crowd had gathered in front of them: "There's a draw happening based on your ticket number. Should we go take a look?"

Lin Yan was too lazy to move. Yin Zhou dragged him up: "Let's go. You can eat later."

"There are so many people in the garden. It's strange for a draw. However you look at it, it looks like the old women queuing up to buy eggs in the opposite supermarket."

Yin Zhou said disdainfully: "Even if it is a basket of eggs, we've earned it. Hurry up. Maybe you'll save a few cents later. Grandpa Mao said we must treasure the RMB notes!" He said as he pushed Lin Yan out. He looked behind him and secretly gave A-Che a hint: "Are you sure about this?"

A-Che nodded.

"Okay, I'll trust you once. Your elder brother Lin Yan is in a bad mood. Let's coax him. You have to act badly. So, hurry up and throw yourself in the toilet."

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 18

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 18 - Bankruptcy Crisis

Song Qingshi clasped his hands together and said to Yue Wuhuan devoutly, "My test subjects are here!"

Yue Wuhuan was confused for a moment and found that he was looking at six little white mice running around in the cage in his hand. He quickly and carefully placed the cage on the laboratory table and presented them: "Master, this was sent by the master of Night Rain Pavillion. Is it a rare spirit beast?"

"These are the mice I asked him to look for in the mortal world. It was hard to find these ones." Song Qingshi leaned on the table, looking at the cute little guys happily. He couldn't get enough of them, "Wuhuan, do you know this? Mice are 98% genetically similar to humans and are the most used experimental animals in medicine."

Yue Wuhuan opened his beautiful phoenix eyes wide and looked in disbelief at the dirty little mouse in the cage.

This thing is 98% similar to him?

"Now, these are only a few wild ones, and a large amount of breeding will be needed. Then we can cultivate various types of mice, clean mice, mice that don't carry diseases, sterile mice. . . maybe we can also breed high and low cancer-risk mice, diabetic mice, and so on.” As Song Qingshi talked about his beloved little white mouse, his face was radiant, and he didn’t care whether others could understand him or not. He continued muttering to himself, “It will probably take decades to cultivate, but fortunately, high-level cultivators have long lifespans, so I can raise them slowly. Is the breeding container ready? I’ll be living in the laboratory starting today. The mice are very delicate, and I don’t know if they can adapt to the environment of the immortal world. I want to make sure they won't have any trouble. It would be so good for them to have babies. This is the lifeline. . ."

He once had a senior sister who was doing experiments abroad, and the mice that had been cultivated for four years were about to produce results. When encountering setbacks, she was terrified and called every day to complain. Everyone persuaded her to give up the experiment and come back. She broke down and said her lifeline was here, and she wouldn't leave even if she died. Since then, the little white mouse has been nicknamed the lifeline in their laboratory.

Yue Wuhuan understood. He thought about the past rumours and asked tentatively: "Master, no matter how similar a mouse is, it's not a human being, and it's very troublesome to raise it. Why don't you use mortals to test the medicine? This is a common practice for pharmacists in the immortal world, right?"

"Of course, we need to use human beings," Song Qingshi replied casually, now satisfied with the mice. "We need to use mice and other animals to determine the safety of the drug before doing human trials. My teacher liked to try the drug on himself first and then recruit volunteers to try it after he determined that it was safe. I've also tried this several times to confirm its efficacy."

He especially admired his teacher, who was highly respected, incredibly humble and dedicated to public affairs, with a clean reputation. He only sought the well-being of mankind.

Hippocrates once said that medicine is the most beautiful and noble of all technologies.

If a new drug could be developed in medical research, countless patients could be saved from suffering, and it could even change human history.

How wonderful was that?

Song Qingshi looked at the little white mice as if he saw a bright future.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time and asked cautiously: "Master, your teacher has tried so many medicines, but now. . . is he okay?"

Song Qingshi answered honestly: "He's in another world."

Yue Wuhuan's face turned pale, and he said anxiously: "Master, please give the test medicine to Wuhuan from now on."

"Okay, I'll let you try if there are no problems." Song Qingshi praised contentedly, "Wuhuan is really a good seedling suitable for studying medicine, smart and kind, with a big heart. Your future achievements will definitely be very great."

Master is good at everything, but he's a little blind. . .

He learned from a medical servant that although the Immortal Medicine King had always been a medical fanatic, burying his head in research every day and speaking and acting in the same strange way ever since he came to Medicine King Valley, the Immortal seemed to be more emotional and he no longer got angry for no reason. He no longer did cruel human experiments, and their trust and love for him have never been higher.

Such a change made him uncontrollably delusional. Today, this delusion was even stronger.

Master doesn't even mind such dirty mice, so could he also. . .

"Master, I'll raise the mice for you," Yue Wuhuan gently pulled Song Qingshi's sleeves and begged in a low voice, "My physique is very suitable for testing medicine. Let me try the medicine for you for the rest of my life, just like these little white mice. . . Okay? I'm not afraid of death, so don't hurt yourself."

When Song Qingshi heard the word "death" come out of his mouth, his mind exploded, and the shadow of failure struck again. He reasoned through their whole conversation and quickly figured out where the communication had gone wrong. He swore firmly that both the mice and Yue Wuhuan were the lifelines and held the same place in his heart. His teacher was in another world because of other reasons; absolutely nothing happened because of the test drugs, and now under his careful control, he wouldn't die.

Yue Wuhuan listened with great satisfaction.

Song Qingshi considered that he was sometimes inconvenient and needed assistance, so he handed over a thick mouse breeding manual to Yue Wuhuan to ensure careful care. Yue Wuhuan cautiously took the manual with one hand and the cage with the other, vowing to take good care of his Master's lifeline.

A medical servant brought the bill for the mice and a letter from Night Rain Pavilion.

Although the mice weren't spiritual beasts, no one had ever asked for this thing before. They were small and hard to find. It took a lot of manpower and material resources to find it before they were finally found on a deserted island overseas.

Combining the above information and so on, in the end, the final price for each mouse was 100 top-grade spirit stones.

"That's not too expensive." Song Qingshi paid the bill without hesitation.

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a minute before asking: "Master, have you. . . have you read the account book I sent a few days ago?"

Song Qingshi was not interested in the account book, so he threw it on the table and forgot about it when he received it. Hearing him mention it, he picked it up and casually glanced at it, and then was horrified to find Medicine King's Valley's financial deficit. He pointed blankly at the number on the account book, looking forward to the explanation from the almighty secretary.

Yue Wuhuan sighed: "Master ordered a lot of special tools in Tianji Pavillion, which were expensive. And. . . you also bought a lot of precious herbs for research. Most importantly, you have an unknown sum of 200,000 top-grade spirit stones. . ."

Song Qingshi gulped. He used to be a rich trust fund kid. He only cared about spending money and had no idea about the economy. His parents loved him, and he didn't feel bad about spending a million or eight hundred thousand dollars at random to buy drugs for his self-funded research. The laboratory had all kinds of equipment, so he never considered how much drug research costs.

Now that he had travelled through time, after Yue Wuhuan sorted out his industrial accounts for him, he had opened up a lot of ways to make money with promising prospects, so he bought as much as he could, but he didn't think he would become prodigal.

He absolutely didn't want Yue Wuhuan to know that the 200,000 spirit stones were to buy the Ten Thousand Spirit Marrow.

One reason is that he's afraid that he will be burdened psychologically, and the other is that he wants to surprise him.

Seeing that he didn't want to say where the money went, Yue Wuhuan didn't ask and comforted him: "Master, don't worry too much. The main reason is that it takes some time to earn some income. I'll think of a way."

Although he didn't blame him, Song Qingshi still felt extremely guilty. He suddenly realized that he had neglected common affairs for a long time. To reject Golden Phoenix Manor, he pretended not to be open to accepting patients and squatted in his laboratory and study room every day for fun. Yue Wuhuan worked tirelessly to deal with all the things he didn't want to do and even helped him earn money and take care of his basic necessities, so much so that he happily forgot about these responsibilities that should be his own and kept giving the other trouble.

Song Qingshi pulled Yue Wuhuan's sleeves and apologized in shame: "It's my fault. I won't spend money recklessly in the future. I don't want cold silk pajamas. I won't eat dessert. I'll do a good job of restraining myself. I won't buy more research equipment for the time being. I'll stay open later to treat a few wealthy patients. I'll work hard to make money to support you and make sure you won't have to work so hard. . ."

Since he had started following him, Yue Wuhuan, a top-notch beauty, and a super student saw that it was okay to eat and drink very poorly, and he had to work every day despite not recovering from his illness, trying to make money to support his prodigal son and worry about his livelihood.

What kind of peerless scumbag was he?!

What kind of doctor treats a patient like this?!

Song Qingshi became more and more panicked as he talked, his eyes red.

"You don't have to do that." Yue Wuhuan found that Master was about to cry, and quickly explained, "This isn't hard work for me. Master's research is for the benefit of the world, and Wuhuan should give his full support."

Song Qingshi pulled him, not knowing what to say: "But, but. . ."

There was a faint smile in Yue Wuhuan's eyes. He gently held his hand, gripped it, and said softly: "Master, I like to be busy, and it helps me not to think about the past. So, let me do it. I like to do things for Master. . ."

His beautiful fingertips lightly slid across his palm, drawing circle after circle, warm and tickling.

Song Qingshi was touched to his core by the little angel's kindness.

Yue Wuhuan played with his palm and said with a smile: "I just need a little bit of time. I plan to raise funds to buy drug stocks, acquire medicinal materials, and train pharmacists. The low-level elixirs produced by Medicine King Valley could sell just fine, but I have no connections and it's not suitable for me to show my face. It's best to find someone suitable to take care of external affairs."

Song Qingshi knew what he was worried about, and he wouldn't dare let him go out alone for fear of encountering a pervert.

In the immortal world, there were so many things to kill and treasures to steal. Only those with real strength can conduct big business.

Song Qingshi is the only one who can control the market in Medicine King Valley. If he, an introvert with social anxiety, was allowed to negotiate business with an old fox, it would be better to let him die. . .

Song Qingshi pondered for a long time and suddenly came up with a good idea. He found a letter from the pile of letters, ran over and said: "An Long is coming in a few days. He's the master of the Ten Thousand Companions Sect. The Ten Thousand Companions Sect is very powerful in Xilin, and his family has a spirit stone mine, so he's super rich and well-connected. Should we see if he'll be our saviour investor?"

The Song family's father and sister were both domineering presidents. Although he wasn't well-versed in this world, he still knew a little bit from what he saw and heard every day.

Yue Wuhuan glanced at the letterbox and found that An Long's letters accounted for the vast majority. Although it was an academic discussion, there were three or four letters almost every month, and Medicine King Valley's account books often contained gifts exchanged with the Ten Thousand Companions Sect. The gifts from the Ten Thousand Companions Sect were much more valuable than those from Medicine King Valley. He frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy, knowing he needed to figure this out.

. . .

Song Qingshi didn't hide anything and spent a lot of time explaining clearly to Yue Wuhuan his relationship with An Long.

Recently, the original body's memories had become more and more integrated with him, and he often had the illusion that the two were the same soul. The only thing was that the original body was more indifferent in dealing with things and hadn't learned any morals, so his methods were more radical, but his living habits and learning methods were exactly the same as him. Because the original body didn't care about anything other than research and cultivation, and he didn't care about anyone, the details of many of his memories of An Long weren't clear, but they were generally correct.

"We met more than 500 years ago. At that time, I was still young. He was a small cultivator who had just established his foundation." Song Qingshi organized his thoughts and said to Yue Wuhuan, "I remember that he was older than you, seventeen or eighteen years old, quite a rebellious boy."

Yue Wuhuan interrupted and corrected him: "Master, I had my development suspended by the Acacia Seal when I wasn't fully grown, and my appearance was controlled to look like a teenager. It doesn't mean that I'm actually that young. In fact, I was already an adult when I formed my spiritual foundation."

"Yes, you'll grow normally after the seal is released," Song Qingshi recalled his own lessons and suggested cautiously, "You didn't form your golden core early. Growth slows down after a cultivator reaches their foundation establishment and their golden core is finalized. If you form your golden core too early, you'll become like me unless you specialize in exercises such as body training or when you get distracted and reshape your body. . ."

This immature face is the result of the blood and tears of the original body, who was too talented.

He also didn't want to reshape his body for the sake of appearance, so he had to accept his fate.

"I know." Yue Wuhuan looked at him with satisfaction and licked his lips, "It's good that you're like this."

Song Qingshi took that as comfort and continued the serious topic: "I met An Long when I was collecting medicine in the secret realm. We discussed pharmacology, and I found that he was very insightful and he had a wealth of knowledge about compulsion and poisons, so I allowed him to come to Medicine King Valley as a guest to exchange ideas. But that boy was so naughty. He liked to tease me and also liked to make me angry. After some years. . . After I had grown older, we had a big fight for some reason. He was inexplicably angry, cursed indiscriminately, made a lot of trouble, and finally left Medicine King Valley."

Yue Wuhuan tapped the table lightly with his fingers, not knowing what to think about.

"Two hundred years later, he also reached a high level of cultivation. He suddenly realized his mistake and wrote a letter to apologize. After that, we kept in touch with each other, and our relationship was pretty good." Song Qingshi concluded happily, "Now that I think about it, it's probably because his teenage rebellious phase is over."

Yue Wuhuan asked cautiously: "Master, does he like men. . ."

"Don't worry!" Song Qingshi knew that he had some concerns about this and said firmly, "Although An Long is prodigal by nature and likes to mess around, his orientation is as straight as straight can be! When we were together before, I always saw him flirting with girls, always messing around with either an immortal woman or a prostitute! It's rumoured that he's been involved in many affairs. I've never heard that he has any thoughts about men!"

Yue Wuhuan still had some doubts.

Song Qingshi patted his chest and assured him: "Don't worry! If he dares to put his hands on you, I will break his legs!"

The author has something to say: In this life, the little phoenix has been fighting for favour with little white mice and occasionally loses. . .

If the little white mice had a problem, Qingshi would immediately jump off the bed and rush to the laboratory (no matter what happy things he was doing on the bed at the time)

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 17

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 17 - A Lifetime of Memories

Song Qingshi hugged Yue Wuhuan tightly in his arms that night, desperately comforting him and speaking incoherently throughout. He cycled through philosophy, medicine, and sociology theories, and when he was excited, he burst out in English, German and Latin. All the while, Yue Wuhuan couldn't understand. Even he himself didn't know what he was saying.

At least, he had the right attitude. . .

Yue Wuhuan had already recovered. He quietly smelled the comfortable fragrance of the medicine on his body and listened to those messy but reassuring words. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly, feeling a little bit bitter.

He has long known that he couldn't hide it for the sake of temporary security and waited for others to present these dirty pasts in front of Song Qingshi to sow discord and smear him at will. So during the trip to Lecheng, even if Song Qingshi didn't find these picture albums, he would've taken the initiative to lure him to the bookstore, pretending to let him see them casually, and then while he still likes him, be honest, fight for sympathy and promises, and ruining the chance of some scheming person to do it instead.

So ridiculous. . .

It was obviously something that he had been prepared for a long time ago, but the moment Song Qingshi opened the picture album, he was still so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it. What's even more embarrassing is that even though Song Qingshi saw such things, there was anger and sympathy in Song Qingshi's eyes but no desire at all. This made him realize more clearly that the likes of the two are different.

Song Qingshi's type of like was appreciation, cherishing, and love.

His type of like was exclusivity, aggression, and desire.

Yue Wuhuan greedily kissed the tip of his hair, thinking about it like crazy. . .

Why is it that every time he tries, he sees only good in this person?

How could he let go of this?

How nice would it have been to meet this person when he was clean?

The venom of resentment spread from his heart to his whole body. He hated Xie Que, hated Jin Feiren and everything that soiled him. He hated this disgusting world so much. He wanted to destroy all the places outside Medicine King Valley so that there was only one piece of pure land and only enough for one person. . .

. . .

After this incident, the two rested their minds while visiting Lecheng. They rested casually for the night and set off for Medicine King Valley the next morning.

Song Qingshi studied various options for Yue Wuhuan to change his face and hide his identity along the way.

He even thought about plastic surgery to change his face, but ultimately could not destroy that perfect face. . .

Suddenly, the sound of a fight between cultivators came from the forest.

Song Qingshi stopped the immortal beast to look, but saw that it was two high-level cultivators fighting for their lives, their swords filled with energy, and the sky filled with heavenly weapons. After fighting for about two-quarters of an hour, the cultivator in black was defeated miserably, and the cultivator who defeated him took his heavenly weapon and mustard bag and hurriedly sailed away on his sword.

This kind of drama of killing and taking away treasures was common in the immortal world, and neither could determine the identity and grievances of either side.

Therefore, unless you know one of the parties, you wont interfere in this matter.

Song Qingshi followed the laws of this world and did not want to get involved in these messy things. After watching for a while, he was ready to turn the immortal beast and drive away.

Yue Wuhuan stopped him: "Master, let's go and see. Maybe that person is still alive."

After he finished speaking, he drove the immortal beast to the cultivator in black. Song Qingshi hurriedly followed after seeing this.

Although the black-clothed cultivator still had breath, he was seriously injured. There were seven or eight sword cuts on his body, some internal organs were also damaged, and he was unconscious. If he left him alone, he might not live for long.

In order to avoid trouble, Medicine King Valley never accepted patients with unknown origins.

Song Qingshi frowned, a little hesitant.

Yue Wuhuan squatted down, put on gloves, carefully inspected the black cultivator's wound, and then asked: "Master, you recently taught me the method of suturing and wound healing, which I have learned, but I lack the opportunity to practice them myself. Can you bring this wounded man back to Medicine King Valley so that I can heal him and practice my medical skills?"

The shou protagonist is still kind-hearted even though he encountered such ugliness, and he may become a famous doctor who can help the world in the future.

Song Qingshi let out a long sigh and immediately agreed to help the patient with some emergency treatment. They put him on the immortal beast and took him back.

In Medicine King Valley, Song Qingshi placed the patient in a quiet ward.

This was the first patient Yue Wuhuan took charge of. He was extraordinarily attentive, not only stitching up all the wounds but also boiling the medicine for the patient himself, constantly recording the vital signs and asking for advice on everything, lest there be any mistake. Song Qingshi also had to lament that he's highly talented. He did everything right, every step was done perfectly, and the medical records were well-written. There was almost nothing to criticize. After the patient's injury showed obvious signs of improvement, he was relieved to leave the matter in the hands of Yue Wuhuan.

The black-clothed cultivator woke up three days later. He smelled the smell of medicine in the room, moved his wound a little and found it was tightly bandaged. Knowing that he had been rescued, he was very happy. He raised his head to thank his benefactor but saw a bright, beautiful face he had never forgotten.

"I-It was you who saved me?" The black-clothed cultivator murmured.

Yue Wuhuan had been watching over the sickbed for a long time, and when he woke up, he nodded his head and bowed, "This slave has met the immortal elder."

The black-clothed cultivator named She Yun was a demon cultivator, not really a figurehead. Two years ago, he was lucky enough to visit Golden Phoenix Manor with his friends. Originally, they were not qualified to meet such a stunning beauty as Yue Wuhuan. However, the beauty did not serve the distinguished guests well that night. As a punishment, he was drugged and rewarded to them so they could have fun.

The lax phoenix eyes, the demonic tear mole, the seductive voice, the imprisoning mark.

The pleasure of that night could never be forgotten.

No matter what kind of brothel he was looking for, he didn't have such a taste anymore.

She Yun looked closely at Yue Wuhuan and felt some thirst in his throat. The slave was under the control of the Acacia Seal and had no ability to hurt people, so why was the beauty trying to save him? Could it be that he still remembered him. . .

Under those scorching eyes, Yue Wuhuan lowered his head slightly. He poured out the elixir that had been warmed for a long time in the pot, carefully served him to eat it, and then said with a smile: "The medicine is bitter, so take a sugar pill, Immortal."

With his fair fingers, he put a sugar pill into She Yun's mouth.

Beautiful eyes looked at him, full of tenderness and expectation.

She Yun was too dizzy to think. The sugar pill melted in his mouth, and there seemed to be some weird bitterness inside.

Yue Wuhuan waited for him to finish taking the medicine and got up to clean up the room. He piled all the miscellaneous things in the room into a corner, leaving only a small empty table and chairs, and then put on a pair of light demon beast skin gloves.

She Yun asked expectantly, "Do you remember me?"

Yue Wuhuan walked back and looked at him, eyes blooming with desire: "The immortal elder made this slave happy. This slave does not dare to forget."

In the past, he was like a flowering branch that had been artificially pruned. Although he was beautiful, he was too pretentious. Now he has his own colour, which was even more dazzling, and he was even more beautiful than before. If Jin Feiren saw it, he would regret letting go of such stunning looks, right?

She Yun felt his mouth dry, his heart beating faster. His whole body felt weak, and his lower body gradually started to react.

Yue Wuhuan glanced at him and smiled even more charmingly. He gently slid his fingertips across She Yun's chest, picking open his shirt, and then pressed heavily, saying ambiguously: "Today, I want to have sex with the immortal elder again. Is that okay?"

She Yun was so teased that he couldn't believe that such a good thing would happen, he quickly promised: "My heart is pleased with you, and if you are disgusted by your master, I would like to take you back."

Yue Wuhuan smiled happily as if hearing something funny.

Immediately afterwards, She Yun saw Yue Wuhuan paste a no-sound talisman charm on the door and then take out a bunch of strange small tools from the mustard bag and put them on the table covered with a white cloth. Knives, scissors, pliers, saws, and some horrible instruments he didn’t know the names of. He introduced them one by one: "This is a scalpel, these are surgical scissors and bone scissors, and these are curved forceps. . ."

She Yun sensed something was wrong and wanted to struggle to get up, but found that he had lost control of his hands and feet and couldn't move.

"You've taken the Puppet Pill. I haven't made it very well. I can't control your actions, but this is enough." Yue Wuhuan put on his robe, put on a mask, picked up a scalpel, and asked with concern, "Now, apart from not being able to move your body, you can feel everything, right?"

She Yun was shocked and angry: "You're not controlled by the Acacia Seal?"

Yue Wuhuan let out a mocking chuckle, but there was no human emotion in his eyes, only the madness and longing that was threatening to overflow like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Please, please, don't do this." She Yun finally realized what was going to happen and begged frantically, "Let me go!"

This night was like that night, the devil faced with the defenceless lamb, no pity, no mercy, only cruel play.

The scalpel fell heavily, and the wailing sound continued for a long time.

"Are you comfortable being penetrated?"

The devil happily repeated what he had said word for word:

"Come, let me enjoy this ultimate pleasure on earth. . ."

"Please me with your vile body. . ."

"Scream well, scream to the point of ecstasy. . ."

". . ."

Yue Wuhuan looked at the dirty blood on his hands, but his heart was very satisfied.

So he really is crazy.

. . .

It was late at night, and Song Qingshi was still sitting on the luohan bed in the library reading a book and suddenly found that Yue Wuhuan was leaning against the door and looking at him. He took a bath at some point, wearing a newly made red unlined garment, exuding a mixture of orchids and medicinal herbs. His hair was also wet, casually curled up, and his mood seemed to be very good.

Song Qingshi raised his hand and signalled him to come in: "Taking a bath so late? Be careful not to catch a cold."

"My clothes came across some dirty things, so I washed them," Yue Wuhuan obediently sat on the luohan bed and opened a book casually, "I can't sleep. I want to read a book with Master, okay?"

Song Qingshi naturally welcomed him and pushed the snacks on the table toward him.

"By the way," Yue Wuhuan said casually, "The cultivator who was rescued a few days ago woke up and insisted on leaving, so I let him go."

Song Qingshi was slightly stunned: "He's gone? His injury hasn't healed yet."

Yue Wuhuan said: "I saw that he seemd to have some personal concerns, so I don't want to ask more."

Song Qingshi was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he persuaded him: "Patients who are forcibly discharged from the hospital can't be controlled so just let him go."

Yue Wuhuan laughed and said, "It's okay. He paid me, so we don't owe each other."

Song Qingshi saw that he didn't take it seriously, so he put the matter aside and concentrated on studying.

Yue Wuhuan leaned over lazily, feasting on his scent.

The crazy killing intent gradually dissipated, and the bloodthirsty desire slowly calmed down.

This is his pure land.

The author has something to say: Top Scholar Song: That patient is really disrespectful, and disobedient. He was just discharged from the hospital before his injury could heal. Next time, he won’t be admitted.

Yue Wuhuan: Good.

(The medical information text is based on this doujinshi’s information. If something is wrong, real medical students and doctors will hit me. . .)

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 52

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 52

He slept until dawn the next day. It was a night of chaotic dreams featuring a foggy stone courtyard. The sky was grey and decadent, with snow about to come. He was wrapped in a silver fox fur coat and had a pot of wine hot. In the cold night, he can hear snowflakes falling. There were rustling sounds in the atrium. It was the Chinese New Year.

A row of red lanterns hung under the eaves. The water in a copper pot was gurgling and boiling. A blue vase was filled with two taels of green bamboo leaves. The smell of incense floated out of the golden beast furnace. The fox fur was warm and fragrant. Someone sat cross-legged on the opposite side. The fingers of the wine pourer were slender, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Lin Yan turned over in his dream, groped for a while and grabbed a cold hand. He clasped his fingers and slept peacefully.

In the morning, he was woken up by paws. When he opened his eyes, he saw an arrogant fox sitting on his chest, scratching his nose with the tip of his tail. No wonder he felt an itch in his dream and wanted to sneeze. Xiao Yu picked it up, its four paws stretching out, revealing the belly, revealing proof that it was male.

"It's hungry again." Xiao Yu smiled wryly, "It said that if you don't buy it food, it'll go steal the chickens raised in the backyard."

Lin Yan was wearing a pair of big shorts and brushed his teeth with his upper body bare, swallowing a big mouthful of toothpaste foam in a daze.

He asked the waiter to buy another live rabbit and threw it to the fox. After having breakfast with Yin Zhou and A-Yan, the three of them, a ghost and a fox, gathered in Lin Yan's bedroom to discuss a plan of action. While talking, Yin Zhou suddenly choked on laughter, coughing for a long time, and gestured: "Do you think we look like a group of people having dinner in "My Fair Princess" and discussing big plans in the guesthouse?"

With a strange smile, the person at his side said, "Hanxiang, hurry up and show yourself. Mengdan's memory is too weak*!"

*(T/N: A reference to characters from the show "My Fair Princess.")

Regarding "Lin Yan's" previous life, Xiao Yu still couldn't think of anything. Everyone took turns questioning him, but they made no progress.

"This is very formidable." Yin Zhou sighed artificially, "We have to do it ourselves again. First, we should turn to the history books? Are there any simplified characters? Leave the simplified characters for me to read. I don't know the traditional characters."

"I have an idea." Lin Yan took a T-shirt from the box, put it on, and said in a muffled voice, "The coffin."

"What?"

He tugged at the hem of the T-shirt and waved his hands at a few people: "Hey, I'm changing my pants, and I don't think anyone should look."

He was referring to Xiao Yu, who accidentally injured A-Yan. The little Daoist was embarrassed to look up. Lin Yan was also embarrassed. It took him three times to step into his jeans before he sat on the side of the bed with flip-flops.

"I'm talking about the coffin. I looked at it when I entered the tomb. The coffin was a vivid yellow, with landscape patterns and a slight fragrance. It's genuine golden Chinese redwood. Do you know how expensive that thing is? The price of fragrant rosewood couldn't compare to it."

Yin Zhou scratched his hair: "Is fragrant rosewood expensive? My old man has a lot of it. He always holds a string of Buddhist beads in his hand."

Lin Yan rolled his eyes: "All these trust fund kids really don't know the sufferings of average people. Your father's string of rosewood is full of pear oil in its vein lines. If you drain it out, you could fill up a car."

"Golden Chinese redwood is more valuable. A piece of Chinese redwood is said to be ten thousand taels of silver. In order to save on transportation costs, Ming people would often bring carpenters to travel thousands of miles into the mountains with them. When they cut down a good tree, they made coffins on the spot. Southerners paid tribute to the whole redwood. It was inconvenient to transport, and they had to wait for the annual mountain torrents to wash the wood down. Usually, one hundred carpenters went into the mountain, and only fifty returned. The things made of this wood were impossible for ordinary people to even look at, let alone use.”

"So being able to afford such a precious thing means that the Xiao family had high status?" Yin Zhou asked, confused.

Lin Yan and the little Daoist looked at each other and said helplessly: "Code monkeys are so uneducated. Golden redwood was used by emperors in Ming and Qing Dynasties. Qianlong, an old man, had to secretly demolish the Ming Tombs if he wanted to get some wood*. If the Xiao family had the guts to be so bold, they would have already been exiled to the Northwest to enlist in the army."

*(T/N: 乾隆, emperor of the Qing dynasty, reigned sixty years (1735-1796))

"So what's the conclusion?"

"Use your brain and think about it. There's a lot of clues available." Lin Yan slowly poured water for everyone. "Who is the person who could afford to use golden redwood and dared to rely on the fact that they had high status and the emperor was far enough away to not notice? Have you forgotten where we are now?"

A-Yan's eyes lit up: "Back then, Shen Wansan was as rich as an enemy country, and he boasted that he would reward the Three Kingdoms for Zhu Yuanzhang, which caused him to be exiled.*"

*(T/N: Shen Wansan was a merchant at the start of the Ming Dynasty who accumulated great wealth. Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was jealous of his wealth and exiled him for it)

Yin Zhou took a sip of water: "You mean the merchant?"

"This should be a breakthrough." Lin Yan said: "It's strange that there was no surname 'Xiao' among the famous Shanxi merchants in the middle of the Ming Dynasty*. It may be that 'I' really took the risk to get the wood in that life. My family may have some capital. It makes sense that the coffin is full of tokens of love."

*(T/N: Shanxi merchants were among the earliest Chinese businessmen, and their history could be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States period. In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Shanxi merchants really stood out among other Chinese merchant groups, building a strong and long-lasting commercial network and accumulating enormous wealth.)

"There are many wealthy Jin merchants, and you can't be called rich unless hundreds of thousands of them exist. There are also many Confucian merchants, and every family has scholars. . ."

Before Lin Yan finished speaking, Yin Zhou suddenly stared at him with wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

Lin Yan felt a hand on his shoulders, and he subconsciously thought it was Xiao Yu and continued without thinking. Yin Zhou shook his head vigorously and pointed behind him: "You, you, you. . . Behind you. . . "

Lin Yan turned his head suspiciously and bumped into a boy's face. He was fair-skinned, only eight or nine years old, with a sharp chin and shining golden-brown eyes. He was on the short side, with soft hair covering his shoulders, extremely shiny.

"Who's this kid? When did he get in?!" Lin Yan was so frightened that he rushed away, staring at the boy in shock.

"Every day, I have rabbit. I'm tired of eating it. I want to eat chicken." The young man took a handful of copper coins from his jacket, threw them at Lin Yan, and said with a haughty attitude, "Hurry up and buy some chickens!"

"This is the fox." Xiao Yu said innocently, "Don't you know why I asked you to buy chickens? It's been urging me all day, it's very annoying."

Lin Yan stared suspiciously at the handful of copper coins in his hand and fiddled with them. There were Jiaqing, Daoguang, and Xianfeng coins, and a fifty yuan coin was mixed in*. The boy seemed to think that there wasn't enough money, so he took out another coin from the lapel of his shirt for Lin Yan. This time was better, a flat silver yuan coin.

*(T/N: Ancient Chinese currency changed depending on who the emperor was. Jiaqing coins were coins from the Jiaqing emperor (1796-1820), Daoguang coins were from the Daoguang emperor (1782-1850), and Xianfeng coins were from the Xianfeng emperor (1831-1861))

The boy pointed at Lin Yan, shook his head and said, "I know you. Last time when the peach blossoms were in bloom, you went into the mountain once. When you went in, you were alone. When you came out, you took him with you. Grandfather said he used to live in a deserted tomb in the mountain. Grandfather also said he was fierce, but I think he's pretty."

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and gave Xiao Yu a wink. Because of his young age, he looked nondescript.

A-Yan burst out laughing. He took out a piece of talisman paper from his waist, but before he could paste it, the boy snatched it away, threw it on the ground and stepped on it several times.

"Don't try to plot against me. He's the oldest in this room, and then me. You are all a bunch of little kids." The boy propped himself up on the edge of the bed with his hands. He sat down with his legs dangling. His baggy homemade pants were bound by a pair of fine deerskin boots tied on his feet. He bit his fingers triumphantly and gave Lin Yan a side-eye. "I am two hundred years old. You guys should call me grandfather. Kneel down and kowtow!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yan had already reacted to the horror. He took the boy's arms and dragged him to the bathroom while scolding: "Stop jumping around here. Did you brush your teeth after eating meat? The rabbit fur is so dirty. "

Through the door, the sound of the shower and the boy's unwilling wailing came from the bathroom. Yin Zhou pointed to the door with an unbelievable expression on his face: "When did this guy become a demon tamer?"

But after a while, everyone was surprised when Lin Yan and the fox demon reappeared. They didn't know what method he used, but the young man had swallowed his arrogance just now and reluctantly took Lin Yan's hand. His tail was sweeping behind him, his wet hair draped over her shoulders, biting his fingers.

"What should it be called?" Lin Yan raised his eyebrows.

"Older brother." The fox glanced shyly at Yin Zhou and A-Yan, turned around and called Lin Yan again. He jumped to Xiao Yu's side, and the boy rubbed patches of water on his white clothes.

Yin Zhou was confused by the boy's obedient appearance: "Holy shit, how did you do that?"

"To deal with the child, I lied to him that if he was obedient, he'll get to eat chicken, and if he's disobedient, he'll only get worms." Lin Yan spread his hands.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, five people checked out of the room under the waiter's reluctant gaze and rushed to the only bus station in the town. This time, it was five real people. The boy hid his tail and ears, bouncing around like a primary school student. Lin Yan forcibly took off his hunter clothes from an indescribable dynasty and bought some knockoff Adidas in the morning market. The bossy boy was reluctant, and Yin Zhou blamed Lin Yan for being stingy. Lin Yan shrugged: "I'd love to buy authentic ones, but I can't.”

Xiao Yu wore Lin Yan's clothes; jeans, a T-shirt, and hiking shoes. He was actually a bit taller than Lin Yan, but the clothes were on the longer side, so he could barely make do with them. His long hair was tied into a ponytail, like a painter's. It was the first time this ancient man dressed up like this, and he felt uncomfortable. Lin Yan also felt awkward seeing him and secretly laughed as he walked.

It seemed like it had been so long since they had all been so relaxed. Blue sky and white clouds passing, green mountains and water, creaking flatbed trucks passing by, drivers waving mulberry branches to repel mosquitoes. Xiao Yu led the fox demon down a straight dirt path. Lin Yan, Yin Zhou and A-Yan followed side by side. The boy that had just come out of the mountains looked back excitedly from time to time. Lin Yan was a little depressed. The person next to Xiao Yu should have been him, but unfortunately, the ghost refused to get too close to him, no matter what.

When lovers break up, it always feels like the other party still belongs to them, but they are separated by an invisible wall. Occasionally their gaze would cross, and he would turn his head hurriedly, his heart pounding.

When Lin Yan asked the little fox demon if there was any way for others to see Xiao Yu, he didn't actually have much hope. Unexpectedly, the boy readily agreed. He put a leaf on Xiao Yu's forehead and fiddled with it for a while. Everyone was suddenly surprised to see an extra person in their group.

"There's our fox family's magic." The boy rolled his eyes, "But it won't work when there's thunder."

Lin Yan asked, "Why?"

"I'm afraid of thunder." The boy said shyly.

"You have a name?"

The young man squinted his fox eyes, and it took him a long time to reply shyly, "My name is Che because I was born by the lake when the azaleas were in bloom and the lake was cool and clean."

Passing through the field of wild sorghum, in front of him was a flat slope of wild grass with small white flowers swaying on the ground. Lin Yan felt a sense of familiarity. He thought for a while and was suddenly surprised to find that this place was similar to the environment in his nightmare on the first night. The grass was lush, and the sun was harsh and dazzling. Walking up the road, there was only a wild grave in the place where the thatched cottage had been in the dream. It had been there for several years. The grave was almost flat, and there was a wreath of wildflowers. The flowers had been sun-dried and vaguely blackened.

"Is there any incense?" Lin Yan asked the little Daoist priest. A-Yan took out a small bundle of unopened ones from his bag, Lin Yan lit three sticks, respectfully sticking them on the grave.

"What are you doing?" Yin Zhou was puzzled. Lin Yan shook his head and sighed: "What your time comes, it will come regardless. Let's go."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the bus to the city came. Several people crowded in to head to the city to sell hens and buy seeds and left Liumu Town. They bought train tickets in the nearest town where the train was accessible and rushed overnight to the former Shanxi Merchants' gathering place, five hundred years later, Taiyuan prefecture.

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 16

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 16 - The View from Purgatory

In fact, Song Qingshi didn't like to eat mutton and spicy food even less, but his little angel wanted to eat hand-held mutton, so he had to accompany him.

The two of them finished their lunch leisurely before arriving at Tianji Pavilion.

The owner of Tianji Pavilion saw him and greeted him respectfully, but his face was hard to read.

At this time, Song Qingshi knew that the words "fear of mistakes" in the letter meant that they didn't understand anything at all, and the craftsmen were almost driven crazy. . .

"These are microscopes, transparent test tubes and flasks, distillers, fermenters, barometers, infrared spectrometers. . ." Song Qingshi was at a loss, not knowing how he was confused. He hasn't asked for the more difficult machines such as mass spectrometers and liquid chromatographs. It was all simple stuff. "A microscope is a high-intensity magnifying glass, something that can see bacteria. . ."

What the hell is a magnifying glass and bacteria? A magic weapon for murder or spying?

The owner of the Tiangong Pavilion was in a trance when he heard it and began to doubt his life. . .

The two men talked stubbornly for most of the day.

Fortunately, Yue Wuhuan studied medicine with him these days and had an idea about how these objects worked. Seeing his Master's struggle, he took the initiative to explain it for him.

Yue Wuhuan understood the thinking of people in the immortal world and communicated it in a different way. Finally, he let the owner of the Tianji Pavilion understand that the microscope was used to view the tiny poison attached to a heavenly object, the test tubes and flasks were precious decorations, and the distiller was used to extract pure water like a boiling kettle. . .

Song Qingshi sat by the side, dumbfounded and feeling weird, but nothing seemed to be wrong.

The owner of the Tianji Pavilion finally patted his chest and ensured that he could make the objects.

Yue Wuhuan started to bargain with him, and after about half an hour, he found out the bottom price of the owner of Tianji Pavilion. Then, with the permission of Song Qingshi, he also used the common elixir produced by Medicine King Valley to deduct part of the purchase price, saving a good amount of money and reached a mutually beneficial long-term cooperation agreement with the owner of Tianji Pavilion, also checking for loopholes in the contract.

He was so happy to have an all-knowing secretary at home. . .

In the end, Song Qingshi didn't even read the contract but only signed it.

He walked out of Tianji Pavilion in a daze. It was almost dark. The lights of all the shops were lit up. The guests were incessant. The red-light district and gambling house became more lively, with countless lovers and gamblers passing by. There were quarrels and fights from time to time, and even cultivators brawling.

Night Rain Pavilion is located in the red-light district, and it makes a living by selling information and posting bounties.

Song Qingshi was visiting this kind of place for the first time, and he looked around curiously. From time to time, he met a prostitute boldly flirting, and even a young lady, seeing that Yue Wuhuan was in good shape, asked for sex, which made Song Qingshi very uncomfortable, so he hurried into Night Rain Pavillion to hide. Yue Wuhuan's expression was also looking better.

According to the Night Rain Pavilion rules, those who ask for information must be alone.

After Song Qingshi told Yue Wuhuan not to wander away, he entered the inner room.

Ye Lin, the owner of the Night Rain Pavilion, received him personally.

Ye Lin was a good-tempered fat man with a kind face, smiling at everyone. The original body once healed serious injuries for him. Whenever he received news of the availability or sale of rare medicines or elixirs, he would prioritize selling them to Song Qingshi, so the two have some friendship. Now, when he heard that Song Qingshi had been working for the sake of a beauty, he had thought that information was unreliable, but he couldn't say that outright. He also knew that the method of removing the Acacia Seal was quite troublesome, so he dragged it out for a few months, lest the Immortal Medicine King does things on a whim and eventually turned his head and grow tired of playing with this beauty, minimizing how big his loss would be.

Now, Song Qingshi came to visit in person and sat in front of him to press for news.

"I only received it in the past few days." Ye Lin didn't dare to shirk anymore and handed over the method. "When the rejoicing immortal created the Acacia Seal, he didn't leave a way to remove it. There was once a demon cultivator who captured low-ranking cultivators as slaves. Among them, there were many disciples who had just entered the great sects, so the righteous immortal sects studied two ways to remove the seal - one is to be struck by a cultivator above the divine core region to directly erase it; the second is to use the Ten Thousand Spirit Marrow to make a formation, along with the seal's secret orders when drawing the Acacia Seal to eliminate it."

Song Qingshi humbly asked for advice: "Which one is easier?"

Ye Lin said with a bitter face: "My lord, it's not that you don't know that the divine ancestors are the treasures of all sects. They won't release them easily. If you ask them to dispel the Acacia Seal for a slave born as a mortal, that's a big deal. It's humiliating." He expressed it as tactfully as possible, but in fact he really wanted to tell him if someone took a pet and went to Medicine King Valley to seek medical treatment, would you beat him up?

Song Qingshi thought about it and understood: "I'll choose the second way."

He will never let Yue Wuhuan be humiliated again.

Ye Lin looked at him and said with hatred: "The Ten Thousand Spirit Marrow. . . is a treasure that is only produced once per meridian. Occasionally it will appear at auctions. The price is about 100,000 to 300,000 high-grade spirit stones depending on the quality and size. This method was developed at no cost by the daughter of Golden Jade House, who was given the Acacia Seal by evil people. Because it's so expensive, no one pays it any mind. I can give it to you directly, but every slave with the Acacia Seal has secret orders from their sealer, and the formation needs to be written with those secret orders. Xie Que is very greedy. Once they know you want to unlock the seal, they'll ask for a high price."

Medicine King Valley buys various medicinal materials at high prices for research all year round but sells very few medicines, so it's not considered a wealthy sect.

Although Mr. Wuhuan is rare and beautiful, he is just a prostitute with a bad reputation. Is it worth paying such a high price to unseal him? The Immortal Medicine King's mind was filled with confusion, right?

Ye Lin tried to persuade him: "If you really like that person, as long as you treat him well, you don't need to use the spirit bead, then the Acacia Seal will be the same whether it's removed or not. I received news that Golden Ring House is going to auction a pair of stunning siblings, both virgins, with a price of only 50,000 spirit stones, with looks no less than. . ."

Song Qingshi immediately interrupted him: "I want to buy the Ten Thousand Spirit Marrow. Do you know where it's sold?"

He didn't know how to communicate with the minds of immortal cultivators. It has nothing to do with whether he uses the spirit bead or not. The Acacia Seal itself is a very shameful brand, a symbol that represents the deprivation of human dignity and must not be left behind, otherwise, Yue Wuhuan's heart won't heal.

Ye Lin gave up on persuasion, wondering: "I know that Lady Lingmiao has collected a few, but I'm not sure that she will sell them."

Song Qingshi simply calculated his assets: "I'm willing to refine a bottle of rejuvenation pills for her and pay another 200,000 spirit stones."

Although Lady Lingmiao is very talented, she entered the Immortal Sect very late. She was in her thirties when she established her spiritual foundation and in her forties when she finished her golden core, so her appearance was much older than other female practitioners, which was the most important thing to her. She used facecare medication daily to conceal it and has been trying to seek to restore the blushing appearance of her youth. However, the formula for the rejuvenating elixir has long been lost, and the sole copy of the Immortal Medicine King is all that's left. The original body disliked the rejuvenating elixir because of the scarcity of materials needed, troublesome production, and the effect of not being very useful, so he never made it.

As soon as the rejuvenating elixir was made, Lady Lingmiao will definitely be tempted.

"I'll take care of this for you." Ye Lin felt a little heartbroken for him. He suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, do you know what happened to Xie Que recently?"

Song Qingshi frowned: "What's the matter?"

Ye Lin joked with him: "Didn't the owner of Golden Phoenix Manor get a new treasure? He's so spoiled, he seems to be called Bai Zihao. . . I recently found out that he's the illegitimate son of Elder He of the Pinehearth Sect in the mortal world." That unscrupulous thing was sold as a slave by Xie Que's wicked thing. This matter has been tied up for a long time without results. Pinehearth Sect can't help Golden Phoenix Manor, and now they're looking for Xie Que to settle accounts. It's a pity that this kid, Xie Que, is a quick runner. They don't know which cave he's hiding in."

Song Qingshi lowered his head and thought for a long time.

Ye Lin smiled and said: "If I find that kid Xie Que, I can find a way to get the secret order for you, and the fee will be cheaper."

"No," Song Qingshi smiled, "I'd like to pay double the fee. Just tell me his whereabouts. . ."

Ye Lin froze and then realized what was going on, and answered in a loud voice, picking up his cup of tea.

Song Qingshi bowed and left, taking with him Yue Wuhuan who was outside studying the bounty postings board.

Ye Lin glanced at Yue Wuhuan from the window, shook his head, took out an album from the hidden place on the bookshelf, flipped through a few pages, and sighed again.

Mr. Wuhuan's methods are really good.

Immortal Medicine King's reputation is about to be ruined.

. . .

All business matters have been resolved, and the solution to removing the seal has also been figured out.

Song Qingshi happily went shopping with Yue Wuhuan, buying books, medicinal materials and daily necessities.

The red brocade is very nice, and suitable for Wuhuan. Sold!

The pitcher plant might be able to make medicine for Wuhuan. Sold and sold!

Rongxing Hall's buttermilk cake tastes very good, and Wuhuan likes to eat it. Sold, sold and sold!

Song Qingshi was a person who only went out to buy things a few times a year and bought half a year's worth of stuff at a time. He purchased so much and was so happy that he bought two wine bottles from roadside restaurants. This wine is called Forgetfulness. It sounded good, and the pretty girl selling it said it would take the edge off of things. Although he did things with a purpose and nothing much bothered him, he could still give it a try.

He bought a lot of stuff in a jumble.

Yue Wuhuan helplessly put all his things into the mustard bag for him to tidy up when he got back.

Song Qingshi saw a bookstore in the alley and ran over joyfully. Buying books was his favourite, and the more, the better.

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment but finally followed slowly.

This bookstore named Immortal Love House had a very good business, and there were many book buyers. Song Qingshi first bought a copy of medicine-related books and a copy of an immortal world information book and then bought whatever was popular. He found that people who came to buy books in the store seemed to like the colourful picture books in the corner, especially men, with seven out of ten of them buying it.

Song Qingshi asked Yue Wuhuan curiously: "What kind of books are those?"

Yue Wuhuan looked at him absent-mindedly, hesitant to speak.

Song Qingshi walked over directly, picked up a picture album called "Pictures of Beauty in the Prosperous Age," and smiled: "So it's a collection of prints in Ukiyo-e style. The printing is really exquisite. Is it written by a famous artist?"

He opened it and glanced at it casually. His hands released it as if they had been scalded by fire. The album fell to the ground, revealing the pictures inside. He took another look in disbelief. His whole body was as cold as if cold water had been splashed on him.

This was a pornographic book. The pictures were full of dirty scenes, accompanied by countless erotic words.

"Night Banquet for a Group of Ladies," "The Picture of the Immortal Father's lovemaking with the Unhappy Male," "The Golden Chiao's Perfect Sex," and so on. . .

In the painting, a stunning young man beneath various men in twists and turns of pleasure. His posture was extremely unbearable.

The young man had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, and there was a bright red tear mole under his left eye, which was so beautiful that it could arouse everyone's desire.

This is Yue Wuhuan. . .

Song Qingshi knew what Yue Wuhuan had experienced, but he hadn't faced these unbearable scenes directly. After Yue Wuhuan gradually recovered, he hoped to forget the past like an ostrich, but now, the album cruelly tore open this scar and revealed everything. The hell that Yue Wuhuan experienced was even more tragic than he could imagine.

Why can people be so cruel?

Song Qingshi was so sad that he couldn't breathe. He gasped heavily and hugged his shoulders tightly.

The ghostly fire of the underworld rose and burned away all the filth.

Then what?

What should he do? What can he do? He can't do anything.

The bookstore owner wanted to come over to greet him but fled in fear when he saw the situation. Song Qingshi stood there blankly, feeling that his whole body had lost all strength, and was finally dragged away senselessly by Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wuhuan took his hand and walked aimlessly to the river.

As the cold wind blew, Song Qingshi's mind gradually cleared up. . .

He finally understood why those two cultivators in the teahouse discussed it like that, and why Ye Lin tried to persuade himself to give up.

It turns out that everyone knows. . .

Golden Phoenix Manor ruined Yue Wuhuan's body, and these albums ruined Yue Wuhuan's reputation.

No matter how hard Yue Wuhuan tried, the foundation building, his spiritual core, and even reaching the highest level. . . cultivating into Sword Master. Everyone who sees him will never think of his stunning talent but his body and these filthy images. His past as a plaything will always be in their minds. Even if he could burn down one bookstore, two bookstores, and countless picture albums for Yue Wuhuan, there was no way for him to prevent these picture albums from being circulated in the market. . .

Yue Wuhuan once said that he had nothing. . .

Only now did he realize the depth of despair behind those words.

Song Qingshi sat by the river, covering his face, letting the tears wet his fingers. He hated his incompetence.

"Master, don't be sad," Yue Wuhuan also sat down slowly, comforting softly, "You'll know about this matter sooner or later. . . so I don't want to hide it. These paintings were made a few years ago. A famous painter came to Golden Phoenix Manor, and Jin Feiren pumped me full of drugs and manipulated me with the spirit bead so that he could paint these and spread them all over the world. Now that I think about it, I think he sensed that I had the desire to escape and wanted to tell me that no matter where I escaped to, I could not get rid of the fate of slaves. . . So I gave up hope of escape and became what he wanted, shameless, indulging their desires, stupid and ridiculous. . ."

Song Qingshi buried his head and looked at the river, not daring to look at him.

"Master has given me a new chance at life," Yue Wuhuan said in a relaxed tone, "I have let go of the past, these things. . . I have long been used to it, and I am mentally prepared. I'll study methods of disguise and change my name so that I won't be recognized, so. . . it's okay, I'm really okay.”

Song Qingshi was still very sad because this beautiful and proud phoenix could no longer fly openly in the sun.

He calmed down and wanted to stand up but found that Yue Wuhuan's body had been shaking this whole time.

In the dark night, his expression was exposed, and those beautiful eyes were full of fear.

He exhausted all his strength to spit out the most frightening words:

"Please, don't think I'm dirty. . ."

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 51

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 51

A-Yan sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his leg and explained in detail.

A ghost marriage is like this; it's helping the dead find a spouse. In the old days, men and women would occasionally die before they got married. People believed that those ghosts would have no peace if they didn't get married before they died. Therefore, a ghost marriage ceremony would be held, and their bones would be buried together, becoming a couple.

This custom began in the Han Dynasty, reached its peak in the Southern Song Dynasty, and lasted until the Republic of China. In fact, some still participate in the custom of marrying someone off to the dead, and some wealthy families even spend a lot of money to find a living person as a spouse. The ghost marriage usually takes place at midnight, with classical music playing in the background. The bride would wear a red dress and hold a memorial tablet. From then on, she would live her life without a husband, unmarried and mourning.

Ghost marriages vary in different times and regions and are generally similar to living weddings. In order to avoid the difficulty of storing corpses in summer, the steps are generally combined or simplified. Both sides exchange birthdate information. The matchmaker comes to the couple to ask for the name of the fortune teller. The male sets the dowry and the wedding decorations, half of which are real silk and satin, half of which are various kinds of paper-mâché clothes, and two pairs of brocade boxes, which contain earrings, bracelets, rings and other jewelry. The woman's dowry is all paper-mâché which is all incinerated over the woman's grave on the day of the wedding*.

*(T/N: this is all accelerated steps on the Six Etiquettes of traditional Chinese marriage)

Lin Yan and Yin Zhou looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to recover for a long time.

"Wait a minute. . . How exactly is this marriage going to work, and with whom?" Lin Yan awkwardly pointed at himself. "Him and the 'me' from hundreds of years ago?

A-Yan nodded, his expression serious: "Yes, if his unfulfilled wish is really 'you.' It was fine when he mistook you when the ghost gate was open and picked a date to take you there, but now that he remembers, I'm afraid he must have that person back."

Lin Yan smiled wryly: "The reincarnation has come to my generation, where the person he is waiting for is?"

"That p-person isn't here, but the bones should still be there. After all, they're considered to be in love with each other. They died unmarried. According to the ancient rites, the marriage should be completed with his bones."

Yin Zhou also found it unbelievable: "This is just enough to fool him, right? If you can't find someone, you can't find them. If you get a memorial tablet, he can assume that he's the one who married him. What a low IQ it must have. . ."

A-Yan glared at him, and Yin Zhou reluctantly grunted an apology.

"G-Ghosts are actually very simple compared to people. If there is an injustice to repay injustice, there is grace to repay grace. I heard a story from my master o-once. There was a newlywed couple, the husband died in a car accident. During the seven days his soul could still reincarnate, the wife wished for her husband to come back. The ghost really went home and wandered every night after hearing the wish. His face was covered with blood, the wife fell ill from fright and even yelled that she never wanted to see him again, so he was reincarnated."

"If it's put on a living person, it will definitely be quite a struggle." A-Yan blinked, "I don't know if this method will work. Maybe I can try it."

Lin Yan was silent for a while: "Live together, die together. If you say that burying the bones together can make the dead peaceful, I believe it."

"There are folk rumours that someone moved into a new house, and there were ghosts in the backyard wailing every night, and the family was terrified. When the owner dug up the backyard, he saw two coffins buried together. The foundation had sunk over time and the top and bottom of it were separated by several metres. The deceased were so emotional in life and couldn't endure separation, so they wailed every night. The master reburied the two coffins according to proper feng shui instructions, and the sound stopped." Lin Yan said lightly, "It's a pity that it's not practical, and we could go to jail if we take his bones out and we don't know where 'I' am."

"Actually, there's n-no need for his bones. We can just take his living soul to pay homage to the bones of his yin relatives. Now all that's missing is the place that you're buried."

Yin Zhou didn't hold back and burst out laughing, patting Lin Yan's shoulder: "The place where you're buried? Zombie Lin, come and dance for me."

Lin Yan gave Yin Zhou a blank look but had no time to talk to him, thinking, "You mean we want to find my grave, dig up the bones and marry them to him?"

A-Yan sighed, and said quietly: "He just wants to meet that person and get his wish."

Lin Yan thought for a while, and frowned: "It's not that I don't want to. No matter how good a relationship is between people, there will be reunion, divorce, birth, old age, sickness and death. I always thought that Xiao Yu had high expectations; it's not like he would put himself into such a state for a marriage contract."

A-Yan took out the camera and flipped through the photos one by one. The photos were full of dead bones and burials in the coffin. It was shocking to zoom in.

"The burial objects in the coffin are a jade pendant, hair comb, and wedding dress, and they are all in pairs. If the owner of the tomb hadn't made a similar request before his death, the family would not have organized his burial like this. I think it's seven or eight percent feasible. "

Yin Zhou was bored, so he pulled out a wooden chair, straddled it, rested his chin on the back, and yawned: "Anyway, there's nothing else we can do. We can't just squat here and look at the coffin every day."

"I can't make up my mind. I have to ask him if he wants to." Lin Yan glanced at Xiao Yu.

The ghost refused to answer, so Lin Yan also hesitated. The fox was full of rabbit meat and came looking for Xiao Yu with a chubby belly. His mouth was stained with rabbit blood and fluff. Lin Yan saw the dishevelled appearance, stopped the fox halfway, and picked it up. "You're so dirty. Go wait on the side and give yourself a bath before you rub him."

Yin Zhou smiled wickedly: "This guy is really like the little son you two raised."

Lin Yan blushed and threw the fox away. The little guy rolled on the ground and wiped his mouth on his pant leg in dissatisfaction. The bottom of his jeans was smudged with dark red blood.

Everyone in the room was amused.

Yin Zhou and A-Yan returned to their room. Lin Yan pulled the curtains and sat on the edge of the bed, hugging his knees in a daze. Too many things happened that day so quickly that he almost couldn't recover. He was even amazed that he could still keep smiling, but when everyone unrelated left, and he was left alone, the sorrow poured into his chest, depressing him to the point of suffocation.

In any case, he never thought that he would come to this point. In this strange town, in a strange room, he was discussing with his beloved lover his marriage contract with someone else. He was holding the dagger in his own hands, stabbing it into his heart, and yet he still had to smile and say he didn't care.

Outside the window were the voices of bustling people. A copper bell rang, "Sharpen the scissors—" the hoarse voice came from downstairs, and it seemed far away. The bustling town seemed to come from another world.

"What do you think?" After a long silence, Lin Yan spoke.

"Take me to see him." Xiao Yu grabbed Lin Yan's arm and said hoarsely, "I want to see him."

Lin Yan numbly groaned, turned his head to look into the ghost's eyes after a while, and said with a wry smile, "You must love him very much."

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep for a while." He leaned to the right as he spoke, making room for a large space next to him. "Rest, and think about it tomorrow. The bed is big enough that we won't touch. He won't be angry."

His eyelids were heavy with dark gold light. Even though the curtains separated him from the sun, the sunlight was still painfully burning them.

Xiao Yu stood motionless by the bed for a long time. His eyes were full of pain with deep disappointment mixed in.

The pain was for others and the disappointment was for himself.

Lin Yan was suddenly irritated and couldn't bear it anymore and threw a pillow over: "Can you not mess with me? I've already done this. What are you still dissatisfied with? Do you want me to pretend to be someone else to accompany you on the wedding night?"

He refused to let others see him as the one that was abandoned. His pride and self-esteem played a role, and he refused to expose his heart's weakness and cry bitterly in case he looked fragile. His heart became rational and strong, like a nuclear warhead, invincible.

Fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

He had to swallow the hidden loss he had suffered. It's not that he didn't want him to look back, but he didn't have time. He was busy, busy struggling.

Xiao Yu sighed, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Lin Yan into his arms, wrapping his hands around his shoulders. The loose embrace was like an electric shock. Lin Yan refused and pushed him hard. His body was like cold porcelain. He was unable to resist every time. He finally gritted his teeth and beat him hard on the back.

A moment of weakness: "I had a dream when you left last time. I dreamed that you got married and didn't want me. . ."

"Who did I marry?" Xiao Yu was surprised.

"The elderly lady of the clerk's family next door. You said you wanted me to burn your children's clothes."

Xiao Yu laughed unkindly.

"You can come and go when you want. What should I do? What do you want me to do?" His hands were beating on him, wishing he could squeeze him out of shape. After making a fuss for a while, he hugged him tightly around the waist and buried his face in his shoulders. His whole body was twitching, and, from behind, he looked like he was vomiting.

Xiao Yu let him mess around, neither opposed nor appeased, and said lightly: "Lin Yan, do you know that feeling? Open your eyes. It will always be night. In the past, I drank Liulingzui Jiu and Dukang Jiu and spent three years of drunkenness in the coffin*. Then I was different. I was sober every day. I watched my body rot away. You're afraid to see it. I saw you every day. The only thing I could remember was to wait for one person that would never come back."

*(T/N: 刘伶买醉 and 杜康酒 are types of alcohol. Liulingzui is a wine and Dukang is a spirit)

"I finally got to see my old friend one day, full of joy. I didn't want to wake up from this dream. The world has changed, and there are people and things I can't understand everywhere. You know my name is Xiao Yu, but you told others to call me Xiao Yu as well. Who gave them permission to call Xiao Yu by his name?"

"Nowadays, no one cares whether it's a name or a word. . . You think I'm scary. I'm just a superfluous person. The sun is scorching every day, the yang energy is forceful, and I'm trying not to leave. What am I doing?" The ghost's eyes suddenly glaze over. "Why aren't you him?"

"You blame me." Lin Yan raised his head, sniffled, and said aggrievedly: "You don't want me anymore and you blame me. Whoever taught you to be so domineering, I'll kill him."

Xiao Yu curled up one leg and leaned against the head of the bed. The flirtatious young master, the sunlight cast on his face, his pale skin also became a bit alive. An old-time pine, or a pressed rice paper jade pendant, masked by the gauze tent of light and time.

"I always want to see him. Even if he's nothing but bones, he is the only old friend I can find."

Suddenly he heard an old man come forward. It seemed that an old man had come, but in the end, it was not an old man. A hundred years passed like a white horse, and since then, both of them had disappeared in reincarnation. More karma is exhausted and it was too much for the sober and sad ghost. He doesn't expect to be reincarnated. He was begging Lin Yan to take him to pay homage to the love that died a hundred years ago.

Lin Yan looked at his long, sparse eyelashes and suddenly felt he understood him. They seemed to be the same kind of people, separated from this grand show by a glass wall. Opposite him was the crowd, and this strange world was opposite Xiao Yu.

He only needed a little comfort and understanding to be able to hold on. That chance was hard to meet and it was lost before he could warm it in his hands.

"What about me?" Lin Yan grabbed his belt and said unwillingly, "What did you promise me?"

Xiao Yu looked at him for a long time without saying a word.

Lin Yan shook his head: "Understood."

Covering up in a hurry, he smiled and said: "It's okay, there'll be others after you leave. I don't have the patience to wait for a hundred years. I won't like you tomorrow. Really. The day after tomorrow at most, just you watch."

"Let's go to the tailor or paper doll shop when we wake up. It'll be a good time. I'll definitely arrange this marriage properly for you."

The dust was like old gold particles, sinking and floating in the room. Yin Zhou and the others next door didn't move, probably fast asleep. Lin Yan tossed and turned on the bed. He tugged at Xiao Yu's cuff, and said softly, "Can you hold me again?"

Xiao Yu didn't answer. He moved down, lying side by side with Lin Yan, reaching out to wrap his arms around his waist, no different from usual.

The deep and long breathing of sleep never sounded. Xiao Yu touched his face with his lips: "Can't sleep?"

Lin Yan nodded and turned his face away: "Let's have a conversation."

He didn't know which child downstairs was playing with a rattle, and an adult reprimanded them a few times as if snatching the rattle away, and the child cried with a clear and loud voice.

Lin Yan couldn't help laughing, leaning on Xiao Yu's chest, and said softly: "I also had one of those when I was young, and now I still have one in my hometown. Did you also have one back then?"

"I did."

"Look, we don't really have a generation gap." Lin Yan said, "Tell me what you remember. Anything is fine."

Xiao Yu was slightly astonished. He shifted through the memories for a while and said softly: "The day I left, it rained all day long, and there were very few people attending the funeral. He held the coffin, and I followed along. . ."

"Xiao Yu, the name Yu, the word Ziqing, is taken from Fan Zhongyan's "Memorial to Yueyang Tower," which refers to lush vegetation."

"I think of "Zijin." O scholar with a blue collar, prolonged is the anxiety of my heart. Although I do not go to you, why do you stop your messages to me?*" Lin Yan abruptly stopped talking. Xiao Yu shook his head, saying that it didn't matter.

*(T/N: 青青子佩，悠悠我思，纵我不往，子宁不来。The poem, 子衿, is from the Odes of Zheng in the Classic of Poetry, the oldest existing collection of Chinese poetry, comprising 305 works dating from the 11th to 7th centuries BCE)

"Then what should we call by that word, not by the name?"

"Mm." Xiao Yu rested his chin on Lin Yan's shoulder, and said softly, "It's up to you. You never followed the rules before..."

Lin Yan felt a chill in his heart, and Xiao Yu suddenly realized that he had stopped talking.

"Forget it." Lin Yan broke away from Xiao Yu's hand and turned over. The simple-minded fox, with a stomach full of food, was sleeping on the bed with shiny and smooth fur that hadn't dried out after taking a bath. A big bath towel was soaked with water underneath it. Lin Yan woke it up with a movement. It jumped between the two of them, hugged Xiao Yu's side, and fell asleep again.

"It's young, less than two hundred years old. It's a little fox demon."

Lin Yan was so frightened that he almost jumped off the bed.

"Let's, let's talk about your family." Lin Yan was still in shock and wondered why it's always been either a ghost or a demon recently. Maybe he's going to meet a fairy soon. "You have to know who you want to marry, too. W-What's his last name, which house does his family live in, and how old is he? I'll find a matchmaker."

(T/N: This chapter was so hard to translate. There were so many idioms and metaphors and poetry, so I hope I was able to make everything understandable)

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 50

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 50

The moon had already sunk. The stars were dim, and the small white fish belly rose in the east. The sky was cold crab shell green. The brushes of wormwood were stained with a little dawn light, and the dew wet their shoes.

"Brush, brush." ​​The three people's trousers waded through the grass. With a clatter, they separated the branches of the tree with their hands.

In front of them was a blue and quiet lake of stagnant water, with reeds swaying in the wind.

"Let's rest. We've walked for three hours." Yin Zhou swallowed hard. He crawled to the edge of the lake, picked a clean stone to sit down on and washed his face with the lake water. "Bah, I knew we should have hired that man to wait for us at the bottom of the mountain. It's fine now but we can't even find an ox cart to get back."

"And I don't know if we're going in the right direction." Lin Yan followed and sat down, rubbing his sore ankles.

"Yes, I-I've been watching the whole way. The hotel and the ancient tomb are near the bottom of the slope, and it's not far to cross this mountain." A-Yan said.

The lake was small in size, made by the accumulation of rainwater flowing from the mountain streams surrounding it. It evaporated, replenished, and the cycle repeated itself. It was surrounded by sandy land, and there are scattered piles of crushed stones that had been eroded into oval shapes.

A-Yan didn't rest. He turned around and brought a large handful of branches and corn leaves. He found a can of solid alcohol in his bag and skillfully lit a fire.

"It's not yet dawn. We have to be careful of wild animals, and it's safer to start a fire."

In summer, the tree branches hold a lot of water, and it's not easy for them to burn. It took a long time for the alcohol to be burned, and then the smoke began to rise. It curled and mixed with the morning fog, the sound of the birds echoing through the mountains.

Lin Yan watched the little Daoist poking the fire with a wooden stick: "How do you have everything?"

"This Daoist priest is really an expert. He was the one who suggested we bring all this equipment. It seemed unnecessary and we haven't used it all yet." Yin Zhou pointed to the equipment bag on the ground with his thumb. Lin Yan frowned and said nothing.

In a place where the firelight couldn't reach, a white shadow was about twenty meters away from Lin Yan and the others. He stared at the lake in a daze. There was a rustling sound from the wormwood bushes. It was a brown-furred fox that poked its head out and watched for a while. It separated the grass and walked lazily over, dawdling at his feet.

Xiao Yu picked up the fox and put it on his lap. He scratched its ears with his fingers and stared at the lake with distant and sad eyes.

Yin Zhou nudged Lin Yan's elbow and nodded toward Xiao Yu: "Hey, why don't you go and have a look?"

Lin Yan was uncertain. He picked up a stone and threw it into the center of the lake. With a plop, ripples appeared on the calm lake. The ghost remained still and didn't turn around.

"I thought he wasn't going to leave the tomb, but it turned out that he followed us all the way here." Yin Zhou muttered, "What's he thinking about? He looks like a philosopher."

Lin Yan said faintly: "He's probably thinking about his former lover in life and having a hard time remembering."

"It's a damned shame. He's so blind that he can't recognize the people in front of him, dead or alive." Yin Zhou didn't spit out the lake water when washing his face over the water, so he spat on the ground. Lin Yan used a long branch to poke at the fire. A few sparks jumped up, popping in the air. He bowed his head and said: "Actually, I can probably guess what's going on."

"You may not believe it but since I met him, I can always see ancient things. Sometimes in my dreams, sometimes as if I saw him when he was alive. The surrounding furnishings are also ancient, but they're clearly in my house. . ." Lin Yan hesitated and said, "I have also seen myself in the mirror wearing ancient clothes, with Xiao Yu. That person looks like me, but it's not me."

A-Yan raised his head abruptly, but Lin Yan ignored him, staring at the end of the stick poker, which was already burnt black, and said softly: "I used to think that there was an ancient man following me, so my imagination was overflowing, but now I think about the reason he came to me. Apart from that odd matching birthdates, the person he's probably waiting for is related to me, no, a me from a long, long time ago.""

"Are you from a long time ago?" Yin Zhou's eyes widened, "You crossed over?"

Lin Yan glanced at the little Daoist priest: "What do you think?"

A-Yan was silent for a long time, and then he said to him: "Children can retain some of their past life memories until they are four years old. Many children will suddenly cry or laugh at people they don't know. When they grow up, they won't remember them, but they will still encounter some scenes that might feel familiar. With guidance, it's possible to recall these memories.”

Lin Yan said coldly: "Which previous life? It was five hundred years ago. This might be my tenth life since then. Maybe I was reincarnated as a bridge, a tree, or even a python in the tomb. It might have nothing to do with him."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and said nothing, and the poker poked the fire vigorously. The flames became more and more vigorous. When the spark exploded, there was a pop, and the pebbles were dyed with a layer of yellow light.

Five hundred years ago, stones, water, the mountain pass, he and him, you and me under the green screen window, a book, a play, the two lit the lamp and read the notebook under the moon, laughing back and forth, writing notes of love, gambling books and spilling tea, making a scene in bed. . . What does it have to do with him?

What does his waiting have to do with him? What do the next nine rounds of reincarnation have to do with that young master in white clothes? Unconsciously, he gritted his teeth and stared blankly at the palm of his hand. His heart was the worst. He had fallen in love at first sight. He wanted to ask him what he appreciated about him, but he didn't know whether love, at first sight, was based on sex, but he wasn't ashamed to say that it was because of your kindness, loyalty, thoughtfulness. . .

They didn't even like the colour. He fell in love with him because of another person who laid the foundation for a "past" that did not exist in his memory.

Seeing his strange expression, Yin Zhou approached him and said, "It's always the same soul. He didn't count on finding the wrong one either."

Lin Yan sneered: "A jar contains new wine. Do you think it's still the same jar?"

The wind picked up again, the reeds were rustling, and the lake water reflected a cold light like asphalt.

People are like stones, polished into various shapes by life. Some people are stubborn and still have edges and corners, and some people are full and round. Life is just a process of struggle, exhaustion and pain. Everyone wants someone to protect them and pity them, to be engraved into their mind the same way they are polished by life, all their past suffering laid out and put in their heart to say they will never let them be hurt.

What is Xiao Yu to him? He was no better than an embryo, a seed that hadn't sprouted, a wisp of "soul fire" without consciousness, Lin Yan thought sadly. What Xiao Yu wanted was to retrieve their memories and experiences. If one day, the ghost mentioned the lantern festival of the first year, the flower market was like day, how would he respond?

All he could say is "the year I took the college entrance exam. . ." or "the first Apple notebook I bought. . ."

His fingernails pinched the palm of his hand, and he was unwilling to think about it. The idea is to be resigned to the fact that he liked him, not because "he" was that person. This difficult tongue twister kept going back and forth in his heart.

It turned out that he was magnanimous because he hadn't met someone he really liked. When he met someone, his heart was smaller than a needle. He couldn’t pierce the thread or even a grain of sand. How could he be willing?

Yin Zhou grabbed a handful of small stones and tossed them one by one across the lake. After a long time, he suddenly said, "Lin, you used to say that you can just find a reliable person and make do with it, but we're so ugly that you say it's good enough if they want to marry you, you'll marry them. I haven't been in love anyway, so I don't understand, but I think having someone you like is hard. Is it necessary to be so harsh?"

"Come on, I'm not that rude." Lin Yan said angrily. "He doesn't recognize me. Do I have to rush to say something about reincarnation as a substitute? Besides, do you really think, with his temper, he would tolerate a new person who looks the same but can't remember him?"

His voice rose involuntarily. The ghost looked back at him but didn't speak. The brown fox was startled, turned around and arched into his arms.

With a shock in his heart, Lin Yan suddenly stopped. It hurt to say anymore. He was harsh, but he had no choice at all. Now it's not that he doesn't want him, but how would this arrogant son be willing to compromise? The person he wanted, the person who was laughing and talking under the screen window, was no longer there. He could not remember when he felt Lin Yan a hundred times better, remembering "that one" he had and watching him become more and more disappointed.

Amorous people are the most ruthless. Ruthless people are the most dedicated. He had someone in his heart, and the whole world had become inferior, including Lin Yan himself.

Lin Yan took out the remaining half of the bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. With a fire in his heart, he violently threw it at the ghost, hitting his chest, and the cold water splashed all over him. The fox jumped out and hid behind Xiao Yu, showing half his head to look at Lin Yan.

"There's no wine here, I'll fucking buy you a drink. The person you waited for died, and the person I liked is no longer here today. We both lost our love on the same day, let's all celebrate!"

He kicked the bonfire repeatedly, shoved his bag on his back, and strode out.

Yin Zhou watched Lin Yan go crazy and shouted after him, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He rubbed his eyes hard with his sleeves and walked with the wind.

When they got back to the hotel, it was already dawn. They were all exhausted, their shoes were covered with mud, and there were bruises under their eyes.

The waiter, who was selling breakfast with a ladle at the door, saw the messy state that everyone was in. She deliberately used a disposable lunch box to pack steamed buns and bean curd brains for them to take back to the room. The plastic bag was tied in a knot and she suddenly jumped back in fright.

"Hey, why did you bring a fox back?" The girl hurriedly picked up a meat bun and threw it at it, blaming Lin Yan. "The fox is an immortal. A blessed invitation can't be sent away, what should I do?"

The brown fox dismissed the meat bun and brushed its tail close to Xiao Yu. The ghost faced Lin Yan for the first time after coming out of the ancient tomb and said indifferently, "It was bored in the mountains and wanted to play for a bit."

"You should go get it a live chicken. It doesn't eat cooked ones."

Lin Yan almost vomited in anger. There was no one in the corridor on the second floor. He took a few quick steps and pressed Xiao Yu against the wall, shoving and rubbing their skin against the wall.

"Play? Tell me, what the fuck do you mean?"

A-Yan wanted to help, but Yin Zhou dragged him back to the room. Before leaving, he glanced at the corridor hostilely: "W-When the ghost entered the world and acted based on instinct, don't take anything he said or did seriously." A-Yan instructed.

Lin Yan almost trembled. He threw his bag on the ground and shouted at Xiao Yu. "Didn't you tell me to leave? Didn't you remember who you were looking for? Why are you still following me? Waiting for the day I find any memories of my past live so I can be your bride?"

"The person you're waiting for died long ago. I'm just Lin Yan."

The ghost's expression became sad, and he looked down at his palm: "How long have I been gone?"

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment and said softly, "About five hundred and twenty years, if I'm not mistaken."

"It's been so long. . ." Xiao Yu's eyes were unfocused and stretched far away, "Yes, if he wanted to come, he would have come already. Why wait until now."

"How much do you remember?"

"Very little. There is such a person. You are like him, and you are like him in every aspect."

The ghost's eyes showed deep disappointment. It was the first time that Lin Yan saw him with red eyes. At that moment, his brain didn't seem to work. There was no anger, no resentment, just numbness after waking up from an illusion. Lin Yan stared at Xiao Yu's cuffs. He waved his hands wearily and walked to the room. He had only one thought in his mind, he looked really good in white clothes; next time I go to Shenjiayuan. . . Lin Yan abruptly covered his mouth.

When Xiao Yu followed him into the room, Lin Yan was lying on the bed and pretending to sleep. Xiao Yu sighed softly and took off his shoes for him. There was a sound of rummaging through the plastic bags. Lin Yan opened his eyes to peek. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a lunch box and a small spoon.

"Eat something before you go to sleep."

The Northern soft bean curd was made of coriander, chives, chilli oil, bone broth and yellow cauliflower boiled in a pot. It had a punchy aroma. When stirred, it was a big bowl of thin, soft strands of soft bean curd.

"You hate me, don't you?" Lin Yan quietly said, "If I didn't come, there wouldn't be anything to consider. Now you know all about it?"

"He left you there and enjoyed half a lifetime of glory by himself, a lifetime of reincarnation, and now finally, it's my turn." He stared at Xiao Yu deliberately and viciously. "It's time to end this. The person who could tell you is long gone, and the bones are nowhere to be found. Are you still waiting?"

"Shut up."

Lin Yan snorted coldly from his nose and fell on the bed with a pillow in his arms.

Xiao Yu looked at him quietly. Lin Yan couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes after a long time, sat up and put on his shoes: ""You're here, I'll get Yin Zhou to let me squeeze in for the night, to save us embarrassment."

Coincidentally, there was a knock at the door. Yin Zhou poked his head in and saw Lin Yan sitting nicely by the bed. He and A-Yan pushed in one after the other, carrying a rabbit in their hands that he didn't know where they got.

"Yo, what about dinner?" Yin Zhou giggled a bit and slapped Lin Yan's shoulder vigorously, "It's good for the young couple. There's a quarrel at the head of the bed and a reconciliation at the end of the bed."

A-Yan was speechless.

"Is something wrong?" Lin Yan's voice was choked, afraid of being heard, so he cleared his throat and didn't dare to speak more.

"It's like this. We discussed it, there's a way, but we still have to ask him for his opinion." Yin Zhou looked around the room, leaving the yin energy in the mountains, he could no longer see Xiao Yu, so he raised an eyebrow at Lin Yan.

"Tell me, he's here."

The brown fox huddled comfortably at Xiao Yu's feet. He smelled the rabbit and scratched him eagerly. The ghost lowered his head and patted its head, innocently saying to Lin Yan, "It's hungry." He raised a finger at Lin Yan: "Go to him. I can't help you."

The fox raised a big fluffy tail with a white tip and narrowed eyes and patted Lin Yan proudly with its paws.

"Holy shit, this thing is right out of a ghost story. Is it really immortal?" Before Yin Zhou finished speaking, Lin Yan nodded at the fox, and the little guy dashed out like an arrow, biting the rabbit's throat from Yin Zhou's hand and taking it aside to enjoy it slowly.

Yin Zhou dragged Lin Yan aside and asked him in a whisper, "Honestly, is it really okay?"

"It's fine, it's fine." Lin Yan squeezed out a smile. His heart ached, and he was deliberately blank.

"He said not to bother with the ghost. He did it too much. It's like playing tricks. . ."

"He doesn't feel well either. Forget it." Lin Yan interrupted him, "Just think of it like I never met him. In fact, I like him only because he's good to me. Now he doesn't want me anymore. It's like a courier who dropped off the wrong mail. I kept it for a few days when no one claimed it and returned it when I figured out who the owner was."

"You've really thought about it." Yin Zhou looked at him suspiciously: "It might be uncomfortable, but you can tell me."

Lin Yan smiled wryly, watching the fox tearing at the prey from the corner of his eye. He was very calm: "Really, it's fine. People like me. . . It's much harder than normal to find a match, so I won't force it."

"The lingering feelings in this world are prepared for those who fall in love and are looking for death. We bear the pressure and responsibilities ourselves and make money to support our family. Love or no love is not a reason for people to break down, and love has never favoured us." Lin Yan said lightly, "It's business as usual. At least I don't have to think about how to live with a ghost for the rest of my life."

He shrugged his shoulders casually, pretending to be relaxed.

"Then what are you going to do with him?"

Lin Yan sighed: "According to the original plan, as promised, I can't leave him here alone."

A good man should be open to all, be like a mountain without movement in the wind or rain, immovable. . . Saying this to himself since childhood had become a curse to imprison him, and he couldn't even walk away. Lin Yan turned to look at Xiao Yu: "There's no righteousness in our business."

The pain in his heart felt like it was tearing itself apart. He smiled warmly: "Didn't you say there is a way? Tell us?"

The little Daoist came over, hesitated for a while, and whispered, "It would have been better if h-he had only waited for the one who was alive before him.

"L-Lin Yan, have you heard of ghost marriage?"

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 15

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 15 - The Mystery of Tears

Song Qingshi had a bit of a sweet tooth.

Seeing that the weather was getting hotter and hotter, he dragged Yue Wuhuan into a riverside teashop selling iced desserts and ordered two large bowls of Sushan* and lotus drinks.

*T/N: 酥山 is a type of what we'd call ice cream that originated in the Tang Dynasty. It's a little more ice than cream)

"By the way," Song Qingshi recalled an anomaly in Yue Wuhuan's medical case and asked straightforwardly, "Your eyes don't shed tears. I checked your tear glands, but there wasn't any problem. What's going on? Is it congenital? "

Yue Wuhuan wasn't interested in sweet food, so as he picked at the ice cream for a while, he was taken aback when he heard the words. After thinking about it, he said: "It's not congenital. . . I also cried when I was younger but didn't like being seen, so I always hid and cried. Later, when I was sold into the manor, I found that crying out during those dirty acts would excite those people more. I didn’t want them to get what they wanted, so I learned not to cry. . . After holding them back long enough, you just stop crying."

Human emotions can be deprived, and there have been psychological experiments that violate human ethics to prove this point.

Yue Wuhuan was forcibly deprived of his ability to cry after being imprisoned in a cage through harsh control training and psychological suggestion.

Song Qingshi suddenly felt that the freezing treat in his hand was no longer sweet.

"It's not a bad thing. Tears aren't a necessity of life." Yue Wuhuan smiled indifferently and comforted him. "I'm satisfied that there's something in me that can't be controlled by the Acacia Seal, so Master doesn't need to care about it."

"How can you not care?" Song Qingshi gently opened his curtained gaze and looked at his beautiful eyes again. He said seriously, "It's human instinct to laugh when you're happy and cry when you're sad. Don't worry, I'll find a way to make you cry!"

After saying this, he realized that what he said was wrong. How could there be any reason to make others cry?

Song Qingshi shrank back into his seat in embarrassment and forced himself to save face: "It doesn't have to be sad. I also cry when I'm excited. . ."

"So, Master can cry when he's excited?" Yue Wuhuan remembered the scene of him crying emotionally under him in his dream, and a strange pleasure arose in his heart. He leaned slightly sideways to force out a clean breath, relying on the presence of his curtain of hair to isolate their line of sight. He didn't hide the longing in his eyes, licked his thirsty lips, and couldn't help teasing with a seductive voice, "I look forward to Master making Wuhuan cry. . ."

Seeing that he didn't totally crash and burn, Song Qingshi was relieved. He patted his chest and promised: "Leave it to me!"

He would go back and study psychotherapy properly!

Yue Wuhuan smiled happily for some reason.

Suddenly, the sound of joking cultivators came from the space, seemingly interspersed with words like Golden Phoenix Villa.

Song Qingshi immediately exited his divine thoughts and turned around.

Sitting in the next cubicle were two casual cultivators with basic foundational cultivation. One was a sword cultivator, and the other was a demon cultivator. Neither was ugly in appearance, but they spoke freely, discussing the recent events in the Immortal World:

"That mad Daoist and Golden Phoenix Manor are completely going at it with each other. A few days ago, the owner of Golden Phoenix Manor was severely injured."

"Thirty years ago, the mad Daoist's only son, Daoist Lie Yun Zhen, disappeared, and the treasure of his sect was lost. He offered a huge reward and pursued the murderer for many years. Finally, he found out that the Heart Guarding Terrace was in the hands of Lord Jinzhuang. He must seek justice no matter what."

"I didn't expect that the owner of Golden Phoenix Manor would also be a murderer and a treasure hunter."

"That's the Heart Guarding Terrace, the best cultivation weapon in the world. Who wouldn't be tempted?"

"The same goes for Lord Jinzhuang. It's not good to offend anyone, but to provoke that crazy Daoist, that protective lunatic. . ."

"Since Lord Jinzhuang refuses to admit that he killed Lie Yun, there's still something to talk about..."

". . ."

"Many acts of unrighteousness will lead to your own death." Song Qingshi hated Jin Feiren's behaviour. He secretly muttered a few comments about "garbage" and turned around and quietly told Yue Wuhuan, "If Golden Phoenix Manor comes to ask for medical treatment, just say I'm not here. We're closed, I'm gathering medicine, make up a better reason to send them away. Let the medicine servant steward come forward, don’t see those bastards. . ."

Yue Wuhuan responded obediently.

Song Qingshi couldn't help but ask: "Do you know about the Heart Guarding Terrace?"

"The matter of Master Lie Yun happened 30 years ago, and I only entered Golden Phoenix Manor 10 years ago." Yue Wuhuan explained with a smile, "Jin Feiren is naturally cautious. With the low status of the slave and the Acacia Seal controlling our words and actions, we are unable to access any hidden matters. . ."

It only took him a few years to discover the matter from scattered clues and guess the whereabouts of the Heart Guarding Terrace. Then, in a cryptic way, the Copper Fortune Immortal realized that Jin Feiren had also conceived a baby thirty years ago, and there was something fishy about the conceiving process. The Copper Fortune Immortal was a character who wanted money but not life. He openly flattered Jin Feiren but secretly had some personal grievances. After he found some evidence, he didn't show mercy to Golden Phoenix Manor and sold it to a crazy Daoist at a high price.

After confirming that Copper Fortune Immortal was investigating the Heart Guarding Terrace matter, he planned to die with confidence.

He even endured an extra two years of torture just to do this pleasurable thing.

Jin Feiren would never have imagined that a slave whose words and actions were involuntary could also viciously stab him, right?

However, the madman failed to kill the beast.

What a pity. . .

Yue Wuhuan suppressed the regret in his heart and secretly glanced at Song Qingshi, who was next to him, fearing that he would find out that he was malicious. He was good at calculating his true face, so he put on the gentle and kind sheepskin cloak again and continued to eat ice obediently.

The topic of the two casual cultivators next door began to change, and it actually shifted to Medicine King Valley:

"It's said that the Immortal Medicine King is the most pure-hearted and ascetic ancestor outside of Buddhism, but I didn't expect him to be a fool."

"The old house in Medicine King Valley is on fire, it's burning fast."

". . ."

Song Qingshi looked at Yue Wuhuan suspiciously. He didn't remember there being a fire in Medicine King Valley.

Yue Wuhuan did not want these filthy words to touch his ears and got up to leave: "Master, I don't want to stay here."

Song Qingshi hesitated and got up to pay the bill.

But the sword cultivator said with a smile: "Who wouldn't know that Prince Wuhuan is so beautiful and charming that he has charmed the Immortal Medicine King into a lustful state?"

The demon cultivator also smiled evilly: "As long as you enter Golden Phoenix Manor, who hasn't played with that slut? The most beautiful thing is the one that has been played by Lord Jin. Immortal Song lives in seclusion, so he doesn't know about this. He must have taken this slut to do some forbidden things. I saw that Prince Wuhuan's bedside manner is unique. It can make men lose their souls. Immortal Song has never tasted these things, and he can't stop."

"Hahaha, I really want to see it with my own eyes. . ."

Song Qingshi's face turned blue when he heard that. He wished he hadn't left early. He looked at Yue Wuhuan cautiously, unable to guess his expression through his curtain of hair. After thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't run away, and he had to do something that strong men could do, so he rolled up the sleeves of his robes and went to give them a piece of his mind for Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't hold back, so he could only let him go.

Song Qingshi walked up to the two of them with arrogance, suppressing the nerves from his social anxiety, and slammed on the table heavily, constantly controlling the cursing words in his heart.

The sword cultivator and the demon cultivator raised their heads and saw a little beauty in white clothes standing awkwardly in front of them, obviously very nervous but pretending to be calm. He looked at each of them, pink lips wanting to say something as if there were a thousand words wanting to come out.

What's happening here?

It's not that they think they're handsome, and he wants to offer himself as a pillow seat, right?

Song Qingshi stumbled and said: "I, I. . ." He found that he really didn't know how to swear, so what should he say to sound the most aggressive?

Most of the cultivators play with meat and vegetables and don't care much about men and women. The more the sword cultivator and the demon cultivator looked at him, the happier they felt. They felt that the beauty was so pure, so he hurriedly persuaded: "Don't worry, speak slowly, brother is waiting for you."

"Okay, no rush," Song Qingshi took a deep breath to calm his mood and asked with a straight face, "Do you know who I am?"

The sword cultivator smiled and wanted to touch his hand: "I don't know, dare I ask for this beauty's name?"

Song Qingshi grabbed his restless wrist and said loudly, "Medicine King Valley, Song Qingshi."

The sword cultivator's expression froze.

Song Qingshi's palms gradually tightened, and he said seriously, "I'm the idiot you just mentioned whose house was on fire."

The sword cultivator's wrist was crushed.

The demon cultivator realized something was wrong and turned around to run away.

Song Qingshi shot out several poison needles. and all kinds of strange rashes appeared on the two of them. The two men's bodies sprouted all kinds of weird rashes, painful and itchy. They sobbed and wanted to peel off the skin of their bodies. They wanted to scream, but an elixir was sent into their mouths, and their throats were hoarse, and they could no longer make a sound.

"Slander the Medicine King Valley, and you will be punished for seven days. Try and argue, and you'll be banned for ten years!"

After Song Qingshi made the verdict coldly, he left the two filthy wretches rolling all over the floor and returned to Yue Wuhuan's side. He felt manly and behaved very well and wanted to ask for praise.

Yue Wuhuan instantly realized those two men's unbearable thoughts toward Song Qingshi. It was intolerable. He lost control and grabbed the hand that Song Qingshi had used to touch the sword cultivator's wrist. He dragged him to the side of a well and scrubbed at it with disinfectant soap. "You do not touch that kind of dirty thing; it's not clean. . ."

Song Qingshi was washed, baffled.

Yue Wuhuan washed his hands for him and finally realized that he had lost his composure. He thought for a while, lifted the soapy rag, and showed a gentle smile: "Later, we're going to eat hand-held mutton from Tian Xiang Lou. Your hands have touched poison and touched people. It's safer to wash them off."

Song Qingshi understood in seconds.

It turned out that he had also infected Yue Wuhuan with the cleanliness fetish of a medical student.

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 14

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 14 - Hand-held Comb

With the sound of cicadas, the weather was getting hotter, and before they knew it, it was already summer.

The wolf-hair pen fell on the white rice paper, and the delicate handwriting was writing out medical records, without any scribbles. From the earliest wound treatment to drug detoxification to dredging the meridians three months ago, and reviving the qi region, each treatment step and each medication plan were written in detail and bound into a book for future medical records to refer to.

Yue Wuhuan's psychological state, however, Song Qingshi didn't know how to write. He hesitated for a while and finally just wrote a few strokes to outline the medical case. Comparing before and after, it seemed that there was a trend of improvement.

Yue Wuhuan's schedule had become regular and busy.

He found an unused sword in the treasury, got up before dawn and practiced for two hours. Then, he waited for Song Qingshi to freshen up and read books with him for a couple hours to learn medical knowledge and in the afternoon, study anatomy or try to formulate medicine and alchemy together. In the evening, after dealing with the internal affairs of Medicine King's Valley, he meditated and practiced cultivation for two hours.

A cultivator's physique does not require much sleep, so he was reluctant to waste time and only slept for one or two hours a day. If not for Song Qingshi's insistence on eating together, he would even want to replace his food with a grain-substituting pill.

Song Qingshi never imagined that in this life, he would still have to persuade others to study at a leisurely pace.

Yue Wuhuan said that he had wasted too much time and was only making the best use of his time.

Because of his previous core-building experience and improved aptitude, he quickly returned to the sixth level of qi training, and a new cultivation level was just around the corner.

Song Qingshi looked at the improving physical condition in the medical records and let him go.

. . .

With the arrival of summer, Song Qingshi discovered the benefits of cool silk. He loved to wear silk pajamas in the original world, and he liked to fall asleep in the soft and natural touch of silk, a little luxury in his humble life. The immortal world's cool silk was several grades better than the mortal silk. When it was stuck to his body, it was as light as nothing, slightly cool and moist, sweeping away all the heat.

He asked the medicine servant to purchase several sheets of plain cool silk to make into modern two-piece pyjamas. Wearing a wide, large pullover, a long-sleeved T-shirt with a large neckline and loose pants with laces every day, he slept very comfortably.

He tried to give Yue Wuhuan the modified pyjamas.

Yue Wuhuan looked at the pyjamas on him for a long while, refused, and then went for an extra hour of sword practice.

Song Qingshi still wanted to cut his hair off. He was not used to men with such long hair. He stayed at home every day and didn't want to waste time combing his hair. He took the scissors and gestured at the mirror for a long time wanting to do it. Yue Wuhuan came in to see. He immediately snatched his scissors and lost his temper for the first time: "What is Master trying to do?!"

After learning the reason, he gave Song Qingshi a good lesson.

"Your body and hair are precious. In the eyes of the world, there are only three situations in which a man will cut off his hair." Yue Wuhuan could hardly control his anger, and his voice was very stern, "One is a monk, the other is a sinner, and the third is an arrogant person. Which one does Master want to be?"

Song Qingshi shook his head wildly: "I don't want to be any of them, but I think my hair is too brittle and it's troublesome to comb it."

"Let me try," Yue Wuhuan heaved a sigh of relief after learning the reason. He took the fragrant wood comb on the mirror stand, poured some orchid ointment into the palm of his hand, and carefully tidied his fine hair. He fixed it into a long thin braid, then all pulled up into a bun, and then put on a hair crown made of white jade, and finally, fondly let go of his hand, "Is this good?"

"Very good, your hands are really skillful," Song Qingshi looked at the hair that was combed many times neater than his own, and asked after complimenting, "Wuhuan, should I find a maid who combs my hair? "

Yue Wuhuan's hand holding the comb paused. He controlled the faint evil thoughts bubbling up, and asked softly: "Master. . . you don't like me doing your hair? Do you want someone else to do it?"

Song Qingshi immediately denied it: "I'm afraid that you're too overqualified for a job like this."

Yue Wuhuan turned around and smiled: "Wuhuan has received great kindness from Master. There is nothing to repay you, and it's difficult to sleep at night. If I can do some small things for Master, it'll make me feel much more peaceful. . ."

When Song Qingshi heard that doing this would make him feel better, he agreed decisively: "If you don't find it troublesome, I will leave my hair to you."

Yue Wuhuan gently combed his sideburn hair for him and responded with a smile.

When he was young, he once saw his elder brother brushing the crown princess's hair, with only tenderness and care.

At that time, he admired his elder brother, who was the number one general in the army, and he didn't understand why he did such boring things, but his elder brother told him cheerfully, "I've been carrying a hand-comb for a long time, but I haven't touched my own hair since my previous relationship. Little Wuhuan, when you grow up and meet someone you like, you will understand the fun of it."

At that time, he didn't understand.

Now, he understands the taste of letting the threads of love slip through his fingers and tantalize his heartstrings.

He placed the fragrant wood comb on his lips and kissed lightly.

If I can hold your hair for the rest of my life, can I avoid ever having to reincarnate?

. . .

Song Qingshi had solved all their troubles and they were very happy.

He suddenly remembered something, and asked Yue Wuhuan: "In two days, do you want to accompany me to Le City? I ordered a batch of experimental equipment from Tianji Pavilion. The items are expensive and complex. Tianji Pavilion is afraid there's a mistake so I have to go personally to explain the situation. And. . . I heard that Le City is rich in food and wine, and the dance music in the Immortal Dance House is also excellent. Do you want to see it together?"

He was put into the book by the system administration for some time now. He was busy treating illnesses every day, and he didn't take a serious look at the appearance of the immortal world. Although the memory of the original body is constantly fused with him, he always felt that many things were confusing with many shortcomings.

Recently, he had also belatedly realized that he already had a healthy body and a long life span, so he didn’t need to worry about running out of time like in the old world, and race against time to study, lest he be paralyzed on the bed at some point and won’t be able to get up again or save himself.

Some say that such a life is boring. . .

Now, he can spare a little free time and use it to feel the interesting life of a normal person.

He could eat the food that the doctors didn't allow before, do exercise that the doctors forbade, and even taste wine and study why so many people are fascinated with it.

 Although he didn't know if he would like these things, he had to try them to know the answer.

Song Qingshi thought about his new life that lay ahead of him, a little excited and looking forward to it.

Le City's invitation is the beginning. On the one hand, he wants Yue Wuhuan to go out to relax, and not to stay with him so thoroughly and become a hermit. On the other hand, he was also worried that he would have communication struggles with strangers. The pavilion couldn't understand medical terminology and he couldn't understand the production requirements. It would be much more convenient for Yue Wuhuan to help him communicate.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a moment and agreed.

On the day of departure, Yue Wuhuan put on a headscarf and covered his appearance with a long black veil.

Song Qingshi was puzzled: "Are you afraid of getting sunburned?"

Yue Wuhuan laughed and said, "Master will understand later."

Song Qingshi thought about it and understood that Wuhuan must be so beautiful because he was afraid of lechers. Song Qingshi immediately took all the magic weapons and poisons with him and asked him to follow him closely when he went out. He also made a simple anti-poisoning potion and gave it to Yue Wuhuan, telling him that the spray would make the perverts blind for at least half a month. Yue Wuhuan happily accepted it and put it together with other medicinal powders he had prepared.

The two of them travelled to Le City by immortal beast.

Le City was the nearest big city to Medicine King's Valley, built around the river, with convenient transportation, so the market was bustling with everything that one expects to find, and there were countless cultivators coming and going.

Song Qingshi felt like a newcomer who had just entered the city, and his eyes were not good enough. What were the golden fruit dew and the light blue drink that the immortal woman was selling in the teahouse? He had to try them! What was the strange fruit on the fruit stand? He had to buy and study it! The singing paper men made by the peddler were really interesting. The beauties in the flower house dressed as the flying dancers in the murals, attracting guests from the air, and throwing winks at him. He watched for a long time and couldn't help but to reach over and explore. . .

Is such a vulgar woman worth caring about?

Yue Wuhuan waited and waited until he couldn't bear it anymore, and finally snapped his head back and asked, "Are they good-looking?"

Song Qingshi withdrew his divine thoughts, and quietly replied: "This girl has a yellow spot in her eyes, maybe there is something wrong with her gallbladder."

Yue Wuhuan: "???"

What kind of obsession does Master have with eyes?

The author has something to say: If Wuhuan hadn't stopped him, Top Student Song would probably be the first protagonist in the history of Jinjiang to cut his hair short and wear a t-shirt.

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 13

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 13 - Falling into Evil

"It's the marks left by acupuncture." Seeing that he misunderstood that he was injured, Song Qingshi hurriedly explained, "It's not from insect bites. I have delicate skin. When needles are inserted, they cause slight subcutaneous bleeding and often leave marks. Don't worry, it's painless. They'll go away in a few days."

Yue Wuhuan took a close look at those marks, then slowly loosened his head, bowed his head and said, "Master tested the needles for me and injured himself, but I was rude. . ."

"How can you study medicine without sticking needles into your own body?" Song Qingshi said indifferently. "In the future, you will have to prick yourself when you practice acupuncture. If necessary, you can use me as a practice dummy, before. . ." When he said this, he suddenly remembered some funny things. The first step in learning acupuncture is to prick yourself, and then prick each other. After you get used to it, using acupuncture for acne, weight loss, stomach discomfort, a cold, and before a final exam would all become the norm. He also learned a lot from his senior sister. For example, when he fell asleep while studying, he would stick a needle into the top of his scalp and it would instantly refresh the mind.

When the original body learned acupuncture, he first pricked himself with the needles, mainly to determine the feeling of the needles.

It was the first time he tried this acupuncture method, and he had to practice it on himself before he dared to do it to others.

Yue Wuhuan turned around sullenly as if he was not very happy about his injuries.

The shou protagonist is really a kind little angel.

Song Qingshi sighed internally after a while. He was afraid that he would mess things up again. He spent a lot of time talking about medical theory while giving needles and finally turned the beauty into a beautiful hedgehog. After determining each acupuncture point, he injected spiritual power to bring the local anesthesia to the minimum, and then took out the medicinal jar for the medicinal bath. He put the ingredients in the Six Meridian Rejuvenation Medicated Bath and adjusted the temperature skillfully so that Yue Wuhuan could enter.

This time, Yue Wuhuan groaned not long after entering the medicated bath.

The domineering medicine penetrated into all his meridians, rushing wildly. It felt like his body was being turned inside out.

Yue Wuhuan finally understood what Song Qingshi meant when he said it was painful. Even though acupuncture had reduced the pain a lot, he still held on to the rim of the bath in pain, his face turned red and his forehead covered in a cold sweat.

"The pain can't be completely eliminated," Song Qingshi injected his spiritual thoughts into his body to continuously monitor the situation, explaining, "There are many meridians in the human body, and after the medicine is injected, it's like a river rushing into a bank. You need to feel the pain of each blocked meridian being flushed open before I can determine if it has been completely opened. . . If it hurts, you can scream, as long as you persist for half an hour."

"Master doesn't need to worry," Yue Wuhuan panted, "You've already done so much for me, I can bear it."

After the clogged meridians were forcibly flushed open, the medicine could pass through unimpeded, and the pain was instantly relieved.

Song Qing Shi then took out the corresponding golden needles.

As more and more meridians were cleared, the pain became lighter and lighter.

Before taking the last needle out of his scalp, Song Qingshi took out a pill and ordered Yue Wuhuan: "Open your mouth."

Yue Wuhuan was in so much pain that his mind went blank. He opened his mouth obediently, only to find that Song Qingshi had stuffed a hot pill in. His cold fingertips accidentally touched his lips, and he subconsciously chased after them, licking the comforting coolness with his tongue, wanting to take it in his mouth and never let it go again.

The hot pill melted in his mouth and slipped into his stomach. Suddenly, an explosion-like pain came from his spiritual core, stirring up his internal organs.

He couldn't bear it anymore and let out a miserable scream. He grabbed at the person near him with all his strength and then fell down helplessly.

Song Qingshi took him into his arms, patted his back, and coaxed him softly: "This is the Nine Revolution Blood Lotus Pil. It'll work quickly, just hold on."

The Six Meridian Rejuvenation medicated bath opens up the meridians, and the Nine Revolution Blood Lotus Pill regenerates the spiritual core. Song Qingshi determined from research materials and experiments that the Nine Revolution Blood Lotus Pill could not alleviate the pain when taken, but the pain was short-lived. So he didn't explain it at the beginning, so as not to increase the psychological burden of the patient. Just like an injection, a quick fix was enough.

Yue Wuhuan's lips were already bleeding from being bitten. He couldn't hold on anymore, and finally let out a low growl like a wounded beast, hugging the person in his arms tightly, as if he wanted to be merged into his flesh and blood, and become one.

If it weren't for the high cultivation level of a Nascent Soul cultivator, his bones would have been shattered.

     Song Qingshi couldn't move. He was afraid that he would bite his lips in pain, so he suggested: "If you are in pain, you can bite something else. I'll give you a towel. . ."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuhuan ruthlessly bit down on the eyesore that was the dark red mark on his neck with such force that he almost wanted to bite off this piece of meat and swallow it into his stomach.

Song Qingshi knew that he had lost his mind, and was afraid of him hurting his teeth, so he immediately withdrew all his protective spiritual power, and didn't dare resist his poisonous power. The bite was so deep, there were bloodstains, and he was in so much pain that he almost burst into tears. He didn't dare cry out so others wouldn't worry, so he could only pretend that it didn't hurt, and gasped desperately.

He let him bite him, kneeling and pushing through it.

Song Qingshi persevered with tears in his eyes. . .

After about fifteen minutes, the pain in his spiritual core slowly disappeared, and tiny spiritual power slowly emerged, just like a tree that had withered for many years sprouting new shoots under the nourishment of the spring rain. Everything sprouted vibrantly and is body became comfortable and cozy. Yue Wuhuan's energy finally ran out. He loosened his jaw, lightly licked the blood from his bite, and slowly collapsed into a deep coma.

. . .

When Yue Wuhuan woke up, it was already dark.

He moved his body, and the spiritual power that had withered for many years began to circulate smoothly. His aptitude was much stronger than when he first entered the immortal world.

Suddenly, he realized there was someone next to him. He slowly turned his head to look and found that his hands were tightly holding onto Song Qingshi's sleeves. His fingers were stiff and numb from grasping for too long, and it took a lot of effort to untie them.

Song Qingshi was sleeping soundly next to him.

He originally wanted to wait for Yue Wuhuan to wake up and explain the treatment process, but he was so tired during this time that he fell asleep while waiting.

Yue Wuhuan stared blankly at this unsuspecting sleeping face, and there were many ripples in his heart that he didn't know what was going on. The seeds of desire were taking root and sprouting, and crazy emotions were boiling in his mind.

He quietly stretched out his hand and picked up a strand of soft and fine long hair. He put it on the tip of his nose, sniffing greedily the lingering medicinal fragrance then kissing it lightly.

The bite marks on his neck also gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction, as if he had branded this person with his own mark.

Obviously, his body had been freed from the control of drugs, but he still had an unstoppable desire for the person in front of him.

Such a good person, but he wants his body, wants to get his soul, wants to see him fall into the sea of lust and be controlled.

What a despicable thought. . .

"Wuhuan, you are a demon born for desire."

Perhaps, this statement is right.

He has already degenerated into a demon, unworthy of being with purity.

Song Qingshi has done too much for him and his kindness was as heavy as a mountain. There was no way to repay him.

He knew he shouldn't, but he just can't bear to let go.

At least, he should stay away from him, hide his tail, don't show his true face, don't let evil thoughts dirty him. . .

Yue Wuhuan made up his mind, took a final breath, and reluctantly let go of the long hair in his hand.

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 12

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 12 - Acupuncture Treatment

Having a good memory is not a good thing.

It meant that he could clearly remember every injury, every nightmare, and use it to torture himself over and over again.

At night, the soul incense couldn't suppress the pain in his heart. In his dream, he returned to Golden Phoenix Manor, trapped back in that golden birdcage.

The Acacia Seal on his back was faintly burning, and he couldn't move his body. He was forced to sit on the ground, watching teenagers accompanying the guests, act after act of absurd drama.

In this filthy world, even the air was too dirty to breathe. . .

Desire meant being forced to be provoked and wantonly played with.

So dirty, so disgusting.

Yue Wuhuan curled up in despair, trying to avoid the hands that reached out one after another, trying to cut off every inch of skin that had been touched. He was filthy and wretched. He couldn't breathe, dying again and again. Every time he woke up, he was still in the cage, living the same nightmare again until he lost his sanity, gave up struggling, and allowed his body to be completely destroyed.

Suddenly, the blazing red lotus inferno burned down the cage, and the clear medicinal fragrance washed away the foul odour.

He realized that the noises surrounding him had disappeared. He cautiously opened his eyes and what appeared before him was a young man in snowy clothes.

There was no dirty smell coming from the young man's body. There was no filthy desire in his eyes. He stretched out his hands from overlapping cuffs, and even his fingertips had a scent as clean as snow.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a long time before realizing that this hand was extended to him.

With a trace of longing, he wanted to touch the cleanest existence in the world. Just as he raised his hand, the red marks on his wrist and the little dirt on his palm came into view. He quickly withdrew his dirty hand and wanted to hide it behind him. He saw the traces on his body that appeared after accompanying guests. There wasn't a clean spot all over his body.

"Don't touch me, it'll get your hands dirty. . ."

"Don't look at me, it'll dirty your eyes. . ."

"Don't save me, just kill me. . ."

He was terrified, and kept backing away until he hid in the darkness and could no longer see his body.

The young man approached stubbornly, reaching out his hand until he stepped into the darkness, forcing him to retreat. In the end, the young man took off his clean snowy clothes, draped them over him, and embraced him, as if he was treating one of his most precious treasures. He removed each of his shackles and wiped away the stains on his body.

Serious eyes fully took in his figure, the clear scent twisted at the tip of his nose, and his soft fingers were like a spark, stirring up the fire of his desire. His heart was sinking, his reason was failing, and he had turned into a terrifying monster, wanting to possess him, tear him apart and devour him, staying by his side forever.

He madly wanted to dirty his body. . .

He wanted to greedily desecrate this cleanliness. . .

He wanted to bite the hand that fed him*. . .

*(T/N: It's written as the idiom in Mandarin but I'm pretty sure it's meant both figuratively and literally)

Yue Wuhuan gasped and violently pushed away the young man's tenderness, knowing he could not get any closer.

The young man noticed his body's animalistic reaction. He thought for a moment and put red divine prayer beads into his palm.

The divine prayer beads emitted a scorching sensation, following the impulses of the divine mind, working according to one's heart.

Yue Wuhuan felt that the Acacia Seal on his back was quickly dissipating, and the shackles on his body were completely unlocked, but the desire was spreading wildly.

Following his desire, the young man slowly took off his unlined clothes, untied his white jade hair ornament and let loose his fine and soft long hair. A bright and enchanting red mark quickly appeared on his fair skin, and his cold breath was invaded by desire. Like a holy god who walked into the altar of hell and fell into the arms of the devil, he said in the clearest voice, word for word, what he wanted to hear:

"You can dirty me."

"You can do anything to me."

"I will give you everything you want."

"Including me."

". . ."

All the delusions in his mind turned into reality.

The devil could no longer maintain his sanity. He possessed every inch of territory bit by bit and violated every bit of breath little by little.

It was blasphemous.

. . .

Yue Wuhuan panted and opened his eyes. The smell of sweetness and herbs still remained in his nose. He suddenly realized something, turned his head slowly, and saw Song Qingshi lying at his bedside, holding a lamp made of divine beads in his hand. The eyes that were illuminated by the beads were staring back at themselves, seemingly in great excitement and anticipation of something.

He stared blankly for a long time, then slowly closed his eyes, doubting that he was still awake.

"Don't sleep!" Song Qingshi stopped his thoughts, "Wake up!"

Yue Wuhuan finally came to his senses. With a hoarse voice, he mutely asked: "Master, why are you here?"

"Wuhuan, listen to me!" Song Qingshi happily announced the good news. "I finally found a way to reduce the side effects of the Six Meridian Rejuvenation Medicated Bath! That's why I came here early in the morning to wake you up! Let's go do the treatment!"

Yue Wuhuan blankly glanced out the window at the pale sky that had just been revealed.

It should be five o'clock now, right?

Song Qingshi solved a difficult problem that had troubled him for many days. He was so happy and exhilarated that he felt like a fan whose team has won the World Cup. His head was feverish and he wanted to talk to everyone he saw. In the entirety of Medicine King's Valley, the person who could best understand his thinking and source of happiness was Yue Wuhuan, so he had a hard time holding back until morning to come get him: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Okay," Yue Wuhuan smiled. Suddenly, he realized something and stopped lifting the blanket. He said in a low voice: "Master, you go first and wait, I'll get changed before I come out."

Song Qingshi finally realized that he was not doing very well. In the past, many experiments in the research institute required round-the-clock monitoring. He and his brothers and sisters would be on duty in shifts. It was common for him to go to the dormitory in the middle of the night to wake people up. He forgot that although the shou protagonist was a man, his sexual preference was also likely to be men, so they should avoid suspicion. He casually ran to someone's bedside, which seemed a bit like a night raid.

Yue Wuhuan has psychological problems. If he was misunderstood, he would be finished. . .

Song Qingshi thought about this and immediately corrected his words and behaviour. In order to show the perfect demeanor of a gentleman, he turned around and left.

Yue Wuhuan heaved a long sigh of relief. He lifted the blanket, disgusted to see the traces of desire released, but the beautiful scenery in his dream appeared in front of his eyes. Thinking of the young man who let him get what he wanted, he couldn't help but arch his back again, desperately restraining himself from unpleasant thoughts, lest he tarnish the white sheets.

He was so filthy. . .

. . .

Song Qingshi waited anxiously outside the door for a long time and finally waited until Yue Wuhuan finished washing up and came out neatly dressed. He made sure that the other person's expression was normal. He didn't seem to be angry at his recklessness, so he immediately let go of his worries, and dragged him happily to the treatment room.

In the treatment room, there were two boxes full of gold needles for acupuncture.

There are acupuncture and anesthesia treatment methods in traditional Chinese medicine, but only local anesthesia could be used. The effect varies from person to person, and the painkiller wasn't complete. It was far less convenient and effective than Western medicine anesthesia and not accepted by patients so it was generally used only in very special cases.

Song Qing Shi suddenly realized from his original body's memory that this world had special meridians and qi regions that enhanced the effect of acupuncture by several times, and could also input spiritual power into the acupuncture points while the golden needles were stabbed into them, achieving fine control of local anesthesia.

He opened the door to the new world in an instant, and after several experiments with his own body, he was sure that he could use acupuncture to minimize the extent of anesthesia of the blockage in Yue Wuhuan's meridians and reduce the pain by 50% without affecting the healing effect and control the pain caused by the Six Meridian Rejuvenation Medicated Bath to a tolerable range for the human body.

Song Qingshi stumbled and talked for a long time, and finally clarified the truth to Yue Wuhuan: "I'll pierce your whole body with more than two hundred golden needles. Don't worry, it won't hurt. It'll just feel a little numb and itchy, and then you'll take a medicinal bath. When the meridians are successfully opened, I'll remove the needles and use medicine to reshape your spiritual core."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him and was silent for a long time.

"Although you need to take off your clothes for an injection, and there may be touching, I'm a doctor. In a doctor's eyes, there is no gender, only patients!" Song Qingshi thought for a while and felt that the other party had some concern, and swore, "You don't need to be on guard. I promise I won't think or do strange things to you!"

But he had strange thoughts. . .

Yue Wuhuan froze looking at those pale pink lips, remembering the scene from his dream, his throat a little tight. He took a breath and forced down those unbearable thoughts. He slowly loosened his belt, lowered his head and said softly: "If it's you. . . you can touch. . ."

There were only faint scars left from the wound on his shoulder. The honey-coloured warm jade-like skin carried a faintly sweet fragrance. His shoulder blades spread out like a butterfly, the Acacia Seal had turned into vivid lines like on a butterfly's wings and his thin waist carries a line of strength. This body was so perfect that it could arouse people's desire at any time.

Song Qingshi thought about it and felt that it was better not to overestimate the resistance of human beings to beautiful things, so he found a bath towel to wrap around him and then calmed his thoughts. He used his spiritual sense to determine the location of the needle and inserted it.

"Do you feel anything?"

"Yes."

"What does it feel like?"

"Sore, swollen, itchy. . ."

Song Qingshi confirmed that the needle was correct, so he relaxed and continued to prick each needle.

When he reached his back, he suddenly found a red birthmark on Yue Wuhuan's shoulder blade, shaped like a small phoenix. Because it was covered by the Acacia Seal and they blended together, it wasn't very visible.

He stopped the needle and observed for a while. He couldn't help saying: "You have a very beautiful birthmark."

"It was passed down to me by my mother," said Yue Wuhuan, who was reminded of his childhood memories, and his nervousness eased a lot. "She was a dancer in the palace. She came from overseas. She had red hair and golden eyes and was crowned a concubine after my father took a fancy to her. I take after her in many aspects of my appearance."

"Mixed race? Your mother must be very beautiful." Song Qingshi felt his relaxation and tried to continue the conversation. "Black and curly hair are both dominant genes. Black eyes are not pure black, but the dark genetic proportion is higher, that's why they become a dark golden colour like amber. Your eyes have an alias called angel pupils*. . ."

*(T/N: I could not find the English translation to this but this is what he's talking about. It's like a pale sheen across the colour in the eyes)

Yue Wuhuan couldn't understand what he said next: "My mother. . . was really beautiful. . ."

"What kind of person was she?"

"A very gentle person. Everyone in the palace liked her."

"Do you want to go back to see her?" Song Qingshi felt that seeing his family again would help his mental recovery. "I can send you back."

Yue Wuhuan's voice suddenly stopped, and after a long time, he said with difficulty: "No need, she has already passed away."

Song Qingshi's hand holding the needle stopped in mid-air, and he realized that he had ruined all of his progress.

"They... heard that my mother looked similar to me, and they thought about taking her as a slave," Yue Wuhuan's voice lost all emotion. He was used to being in this much pain and became numb. "In order to save my mother, I compromised on a lot of things I didn't want to do to them, but. . . they still went. Fortunately, my country was destroyed a few years ago. My father and brother died in battle, and my mother accompanied the empress to commit suicide on the Phoenix Terrace. They all died. I'm so happy that they all died cleanly, without being humiliated, without having to see me turn into something like this. . ."

Song Qingshi's heart was about to melt. He couldn't comfort such pain but he just wanted to give the person in front of him a hug.

He just stretched out his hand, thought about it, and just as his fingertips touched his shoulder, he withdrew it again, because he remembered that the other side was extremely averse to touching and would be upset.

He lowered his head, picked up the golden needle again, and told himself that everything would be fine.

Noticing the movement behind him, Yue Wuhuan turned his head and suddenly saw a half-red mark on Song Qing Shi's collarbone that was inadvertently revealed.

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He thought of something he shouldn't have thought of, stretched out his hand without thinking, and roughly ripped open his collar.

Under the snow-coloured robe, around the collarbone, there were several spots of dark red, reflected against the white jade-like skin. They were particularly blinding, gradually overlapping with the crazy and unbearable dreams of last night.

The young man did not struggle, sitting obediently in place, looking at him with dumbfounded eyes, seemingly not understanding why he was excited.

He began to breathe heavily, somewhat unable to suppress his dirty longing.

"What is this?"

The author has something to say: Song Qingshi's analysis: Yue Wuhuan is a patient. I'm not interested in these things, so it is very safe for us to live together!

Yue Wuhuan hiding his big bad wolf tail and smiling: You're right about everything.

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 11

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 11 - Psychological Quality

"I'm not panicking, just tell me."

Yue Wuhuan's psychological quality was much better than that of other freshmen. He walked over through the room full of flesh and blood, put his dinner down, frowned, and reached out to wipe the residue from the corner of his mouth. He had gotten used to eating with Master recently and felt that the dry flavour would make his appetite much better.

Song Qingshi observed for a while and, when he saw that he wasn't prone to fainting, he quietly put the bucket back. He was sure that Yue Wuhuan would be a good candidate to study medicine. He was smart, rational, calm, dexterous, and not afraid of blood. He had all the qualities of an excellent surgeon. If he were on Earth, all the medical school professors would fight to have him as a Ph.D. student.

He gave an impromptu anatomy theory class, stating the importance of anatomy to medicine, and the contributions of teachers to human beings in general.

Yue Wuhuan studied very seriously and even took the initiative to observe the shape of the corpses and their organs.

He found Song Qingshi's concern a little funny. Among the guests of Golden Phoenix Manor, there were often sadistic monks who would carry out slaves that had been beaten to death from time to time. He had also died and been revived many times at the hands of those monks, being spoiled and bruised all over. If it weren't for the strong resilience of his wood-type spiritual meridians, he would have been freed a long time ago.

What is a corpse? It's just a piece of meat.

From his first sexual interaction, he was only afraid of the living.

Yue Wuhuan carefully looked at the corpses and sighed secretly. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at a tall male corpse in the corner. A past that he didn't want to think of surfaced in his mind. He panicked for a moment, suddenly realizing something. His beautiful eyes turned up with roiling malice, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into a faint arc.

He turned around slowly, restraining his expression, and asked gently: "Master, can I try to dissect this corpse?"

Song Qingshi was eating the loving dinner sent by the little angel. When he heard this, he looked up in astonishment.

He thought about it. After all, this wasn't a medical school in the original world, and there weren't as many instructions for dissection. Since Yue Wuhuan wanted to learn, he should support it.

So, he found a new hooded gown for Yue Wuhuan to put on, and then asked him to wash his hands and disinfect, and put on a mask and gloves.

Yue Wuhuan touched the gloves uneasily, wondering: "Why do I have to wear these?"

"To prevent germ infection," Song Qingshi warned. "There's no formalin here, and there's no completely reliable sterilizing solution. A simple spiritual stone formation method is used to preserve the corpses. Many of them have unknown causes of death, and even the dirty ones are put directly in the ground. I'm not comfortable with it. You must get into the habit of disinfection before and after experiments and dissections.”

This was the small cleaning obsession of a medical student. He couldn't believe that cleaning spells could completely eliminate germs, and he must be disinfected to feel at ease.

Yue Wuhuan looked at the corpse next to him. He pushed his feelings aside and said with a smile: "It's very dirty."

Song Qingshi finished dressing him up, handed him a scalpel, and introduced: "This corpse was given to me by An Long. An Long is the King of the Western Forest of Compulsion. He's a very powerful doctor and insect expert. He's a very nice person. We often exchange resources. He sent someone to deliver this corpse a few days ago, and asked a test question, saying that the method of death was very interesting, and asked me to guess how it was done."

An Long was the only good friend of the original body. The two used to exchange professional knowledge through letters, but for some reason, they broke off communication in recent years.

When Song Qingshi sorted out the things left by the original body, he re-read those letters, once again admired An Long's professional level, and then took the initiative to write a letter, using modern medical methods to solve an insect-born fungus problem that had plagued him for many years. An Long was overjoyed after receiving the letter and sent people to send many gifts. Because of the original body's preference, the gift included several corpses with different causes of death, and he said he would personally visit his home some day to say thank you.

Song Qing Shi liked the gift very much and welcomed the big man obsessed with entomology.

Yue Wuhuan smiled as he took the knife and dropped it heavily, slashing the corpse's chest cavity without hesitation.

"Slow down! Slow down!" Song Qingshi was taken aback and stopped him quickly. The teacher instructed: "You have to look at the muscle structure clearly before you cut. Pay attention to the direction of the blood vessels and meridians, and cut layer by layer. You're cutting too deep. You're cutting through the bones and organs! Watch out for the organs!”

"Yes," Yue Wuhuan looked at the still heart under the knife and smiled even more joyfully. He asked Song Qingshi, "Master, do you know the identity of this corpse?"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "It seems to be a hero of righteousness, a metaphor or something. . ."

"Everyone says that the warrior Yu Qing was an honest and upright man, but he has ended up in a situation where no one has collected his corpse." Yue Wuhuan said softly, with endless sarcasm in his voice, "It's a pity."

"There are too many dead people in the immortal world, and corpses that nobody wants are everywhere. Regardless of the identity of the body beforehand, it's the same when you die." Song Qingshi stared at his movements, not paying attention to the inappropriateness in his tone, and exclaimed, "Be careful, you scratched the heart!"

Yue Wuhuan lifted his gaze and whispered in awe, "So it's not black, huh?"

He smiled and cut with the knife, again and again, cutting the disgusting body and organs into pieces. He was extremely happy, just like what he did to himself back then.

That year, not long after he entered Golden Phoenix Manor, he was under Jin Feiren's confinement. He didn't know much about his identity, so he was a little naive, hoping that someone with good intentions could save him from hell.

Golden Phoenix Manor hosted a banquet for the elders of the Qinghong Sect, and exchanged sword skills. The Qinghong Sect is a famous sect in the immortal world and has a reputation for being cynical about evil. Yu Qing was a leader who was highly regarded by the younger generation. He was full of righteousness, and he didn't look sideways at the beauties who came to serve him. It seemed that he didn't like beauty, and he didn't do anything dirty.

Yue Wuhuan felt that he might be a good person, so he mustered up his courage and tried to ask for help.

Yu Qing stared at him for a long time without speaking.

Yue Wuhuan also knew that there was little hope, so he didn't dare to force it.

However, he never expected that Yu Qing would force him.

"At the banquet, I felt that your eyes were so beautiful. You're naturally seductive."

Although Yu Qing didn't get the spirit pearl that controlled the Acacia Seal, he didn't have the strength to resist the Golden Core cultivator, so he was soon bound tightly by a magic weapon and left to be slaughtered.

. . .

In the early morning the next day, he was finally released from hell, but he was discovered and made a fuss in front of Jin Feiren and the leader of the Qinghong Sect.

With bruises all over his body, he knelt down in front of everyone.

Yu Qing was a highly valued disciple of the Qinghong Sect and had a very good reputation, so it was really wrong of him to touch the owner's property.

The Qinghong Sect leader was disgraced and he repeatedly apologized to Jin Feiren, saying that he would punish Yu Qing severely. The scene was very embarrassing.

Jin Feiren smiled graciously and rounded up the situation: "It's my slave who can't bear to be lonely. What is Hero Yu's crime?"

Yue Wuhuan froze. He raised his head to explain, but suddenly Jin Feiren gave him a warning glance. He moved his hands in his sleeves, and the Acacia Seal on his back began to heat up. Even though he struggled and resisted, he began to say a series of unpleasant words:

"The slave is restless. Seeing immortal elder Yu's majestic appearance, I seduced him with my body. . ."

"I'm not injured, my legs are simply weak. . ."

"This slave made a mistake. Please punish this slave for his lowliness."

". . ."

He was obviously hurt, but he was forced to admit to a mistake he didn't make, and the matter ended satisfactorily.

During the banquet, both the host and the guest were happy and seeing that Yu Qing liked it, Jin Feiren gave him along with the pearl to Yu Qing to play with for several days. He had seen all the wickedness of this righteous warrior.

He was badly hurt, but he never cried out, nor begged for mercy.

Because he fully understood the status of a slave and had no delusions about his situation.

. . .

"The cause of death is in the brain, and the bugs ate most of his brain." Yue Wuhuan used a saw to cut the corpse's head open and came to a conclusion, whispering, "He must have died in pain and misery. . ." He was glad that the mask blocked his smile and malice, otherwise his expression would have been as bizarre as a demon.

Song Qingshi carefully observed the corpse and nodded: "Mmm, this kind of death is quite tragic, it's a pity."

Yue Wuhuan smiled: "Yes, it's a pity."

He stared at the knife in his hand. The afterglow of happiness gradually dissipated, and he couldn't help feeling pang after pang of pity.

  How good would it be if he could cut into him alive?

The author has something to say: Top Student Song is super confident: My little angel is so steady with a knife, he will definitely be a good doctor!