The cushion formed by the accumulated evil energy was still there, soft and like a pitch-black large bed, occasionally undulating and swaying.
Water stains would seep in, leaving hardly any traces.
Aside from enduring it for too long, Nan Deng actually didn’t feel uncomfortable and often involuntarily cooperated.
After Lian Yi regained his senses, he liked to pick him up and hold him tightly, devouring him deeply and heavily.
Nan Deng even felt that he was a bit fiercer than before, showing no mercy, with his pitch-black eyes always fixed on him.
Nan Deng simply couldn’t refuse. He had thought that after Lian Yi turned into a ghost, he might remain in a silent and sluggish semi-uncontrolled state.
Having lost and regained him, he no longer dared to hope for anything more.
Now that Lian Yi was restored to his original state, the grievances of seeing him die and leave surged up again. Nan Deng became very clingy, not wanting to be apart from Lian Yi.
He whimpered, needing Lian Yi to comfort him at all times.
Another unrestrained day passed, and Nan Deng finally couldn’t take it anymore.
But he didn’t feel tired or uncomfortable; instead, he felt somewhat “indigestible”, as if too much heat had been stuffed into his body, making him feel full and bloated.
Afterward, Lian Yi picked him up and dressed him.
“This place is too simple,” he said. “Let’s go outside first.”
Nan Deng leaned against him, not wanting to move. “Where to?”
His voice was a bit hoarse. Lian Yi tenderly touched his cheek. “Are you hungry?”
Since being brought here, Nan Deng hadn’t eaten or drunk anything.
He shook his head and clung to Lian Yi dependently.
Lian Yi carried him out of the stone cave.
The wall of evil energy at the cave entrance disappeared. The rabbit head opened its eyes, leaping up from the ground.
Seeing Nan Deng being carried away by Lian Yi, it quickly followed, accurately jumping into Nan Deng’s arms by stepping on the wall.
Nan Deng looked a bit tired. He opened his eyes and touched the rabbit head, whispering, “Xiao Tu…”
He was covered in Lian Yi’s scent, both like evil energy and not.
The rabbit head nuzzled his fingers and sniffed around.
Lian Yi spoke coldly, “Don’t move around.”
This sentence was directed at the rabbit head. It immediately quieted down, lowering its ears and sneaking a glance at Lian Yi.
Lian Yi was quite different from how he was before returning to the stone cave. The rabbit head was actually a bit afraid of him.
However, remembering Nan Deng’s words that Lian Yi actually liked it, the rabbit head straightened its ears again and squatted beside Nan Deng’s hand.
By this time, it was getting dark. Lian Yi moved quickly, avoiding crowds and finding the nearest hotel.
He directly entered an empty room in the hotel; the walls and doors were like nothing to him.
Nan Deng was carried into the bathroom, and Lian Yi adjusted the water temperature, carefully washing him.
Afterward, he took out Nan Deng’s communicator and sent a message to Lin Jiu.
Nan Deng yawned and soaked in the bathtub with Lian Yi.
When Lin Jiu arrived with the newly bought clothes and some food, it was the rabbit head that opened the door with its ears.
He didn’t sense any evil energy and cautiously stepped inside, hearing the faint sound of water and voices coming from the bathroom.
When Lin Jiu arrived, he completed the check-in information, placed the items on the cabinet, and wisely retreated.
Weng Ping Ran had also come along and asked in a low voice outside the door, “What’s going on?”
“Not sure,” Lin Jiu shook his head, “but it should be fine. The God of Chaos is also here.”
Weng Ping Ran sighed, “That’s good. But we still need to get Lian Yi’s soul body back as soon as possible…”
He was worried that if something went wrong, they would no longer be able to control him.
Lin Jiu was silent for a moment before speaking softly, “Do you still remember the underworld that was torn apart by Xie Yun?”
The underworld has been destroyed, turned into dust and smoke, and has never appeared again.
This old wooden door, as a ghost god, was already the weakest. Yet, it was torn in half by a newly born ghost king.
And Lian Yi is stronger than Xie Yun; his power is also far above the underworld.
“I remember,” Weng Ping Ran looked at Lin Jiu, “what about it?”
Lin Jiu pondered, “I’m not sure… maybe it’s just an illusion.”
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Inside the room, Nan Deng put on new clothes and was carried to the bedroom.
Lian Yi, like before, dried his hair.
He also changed his clothes, his aura of evil energy completely retracted, with water dripping from his hair, and his slightly cool skin felt real.
Nan Deng touched Lian Yi’s chin and leaned in for a kiss.
He still had no breath, no heartbeat, yet he didn’t seem like he was in a soul state either.
In a daze, it felt as if nothing had ever happened.
“Why do you not seem like a ghost at all…”
In the last few words, Nan Deng’s voice grew softer, hugging Lian Yi tightly.
Lian Yi still needed to dry his own hair, but Nan Deng didn’t let go, clinging to him, feeling his every movement to confirm he wasn’t a hallucination.
“Isn’t this good?” Lian Yi held Nan Deng, his palm slowly smoothing his spine. “Are you scared?”
He remembered everything, including killing Xie Yun’s soul and disappearing before Nan Deng’s eyes.
At that time, he had just died, and his thoughts were slow and sluggish. If Xie Yun hadn’t tried to harm Nan Deng, he might have remained in his body.
Afterward, he acted entirely on instinct, leaving the inner court and arriving at the cave dug for him by the resentful spirits. He couldn’t suppress his urges and came to capture Nan Deng.
It was through continuous contact with Nan Deng that Lian Yi gradually regained his senses.
Nan Deng responded with a grievance-filled “Mm,” burying his face and saying in a muffled voice, “It was too sudden. I thought…”
He wasn’t prepared at all and thought he would never see Lian Yi again.
Lian Yi gently comforted him, with his eyes lowered.
He indeed couldn’t abandon his selfish desires. He didn’t want Nan Deng to leave him upon learning the truth. Yet, he also struggled to restrain himself while being with Nan Deng.
As a mountain god, Nan Deng had more to consider than just himself.
In the period before the Ghost Festival, he had tried to become cold and distant, thinking that if he died and Nan Deng had to eliminate him, it might not be as painful.
But his coldness wasn’t obvious, or rather, it wasn’t successful. As soon as Nan Deng got close, he couldn’t help but hug and kiss him.
His obsession was too deep; even as a ghost, he wanted to continue being with Nan Deng.
As for why he had regained his senses, Lian Yi hadn’t figured it out yet.
Nan Deng, still a bit frightened, lifted his face to kiss him.
Over the past couple of days, they had become very familiar with each other. Lian Yi lifted Nan Deng slightly, gently pinching the back of his neck.
Nan Deng hadn’t rested much and wasn’t sleepy at the moment. Lian Yi gave him some water to drink.
Lin Jiu also brought a lot of food over, but Nan Deng didn’t have any appetite.
“Are you feeling unwell?” Lian Yi was worried, lifting his clothes to touch Nan Deng’s small belly.
Nan Deng’s face turned red, and he stammered, “No… I’m just not hungry.”
Avoiding eye contact, Lian Yi gently asked, “Really not?”
In the cave, Nan Deng hadn’t shown any undue discomfort. But since he was a spirit body with intense evil energy, Lian Yi wasn’t sure if Nan Deng could handle it.
“Don’t ask!” Nan Deng was a bit embarrassed and angry, pushing Lian Yi’s face forcefully. “I said no…”
Lian Yi took his hand and kissed it at the lips, “Okay.”
Nan Deng quickly quieted down and moved closer, wanting to hear Lian Yi speak.
He took out a Bagua ring from his arms and showed it to Lian Yi, saying, “I picked this up… it’s mine now.”
Lian Yi had known about it for a while. When they were bathing, the Bagua ring was also cleaned and placed by Nan Deng’s side.
“It’s just that I don’t know how to use it yet…”
Nan Deng tried to activate the bagua ring with his divine power based on intuition.
The Bagua ring made a light “buzz” sound and instantly turned into a beam of light, flying out.
“Bang—”
The Bagua ring smashed into a glass window covered by a curtain, shattering it instantly.
Startled, Nan Deng shrank into Lian Yi’s arms.
His expression was bewildered: “Why is it so powerful now…”
He had used it the same way before, but its power was less than a tenth of this.
Perhaps… it was because Lian Yi was nearby, and the Bagua ring sensed its master’s return, causing it to suddenly unleash its full potential.
Lin Jiu, standing guard outside, also heard the commotion. Worried that something had happened, he quickly sent a message to Nan Deng and couldn’t help but knock on the door.
He waited anxiously. After a long while, the door was opened from the inside.
Lian Yi stood at the door and said calmly, “Just a small accident, no need to worry.”
The rabbit head also peeked out from beside him, its pupils a normal black.
Lian Yi looked the same as before, with no evil energy around him.
Even the compass in Lin Jiu’s hand was quiet, mistaking him for an ordinary person.
Lin Jiu was momentarily dazed, almost thinking he was dreaming.
Immediately, his heart raced, and he responded, “O-okay…”
The door closed again. Lin Jiu stood at the entrance, unable to regain his composure for a long time.
It wasn’t until his communicator beeped, signaling a message from Weng Ping Ran downstairs.
“Is there another situation?” Weng Ping Ran’s voice was tense. “A lot of resentful spirits are gathering towards the hotel.”
Resentful spirits gathering could only be due to a ghost king. But Weng Ping Ran and his team, guarding downstairs, hadn’t detected any evil energy from Lian Yi.
Lin Jiu glanced at the door and replied, “I’ll come down right away.”
Meanwhile, Lian Yi walked to the window.
He pulled open the curtains. The window glass was completely shattered, and the cold wind blew in from outside.
The sky was pitch black. At the hotel’s entrance below, a group of celestial masters were on guard.
Not far away, several resentful spirits were slowly approaching.
These resentful spirits varied in strength, their soul bodies still appearing normal without much mutation, indicating they hadn’t been dead for long.
They ignored the celestial masters outside the hotel, gradually closing in, all looking towards the window and uttering indistinct sounds.
Nan Deng, holding the rabbit head, also came to the window. “Are they… here for you?”
Lian Yi shielded Nan Deng behind him, frowning slightly.
The resentful spirits didn’t attack but merely approached. Down below, Weng Ping Ran held his breath, waiting.
He suspected the resentful spirits were related to Lian Yi. Until he figured out Lian Yi’s purpose, he dared not act rashly.
Soon, more and more resentful spirits gathered, emerging from all directions.
With so many resentful spirits, the rabbit head in Nan Deng’s arms remained unusually quiet.
It had eaten a lot in the cave and didn’t feel hungry, quietly observing Lian Yi.
When the number of resentful spirits stopped increasing, the street below was packed.
Lian Yi lowered his gaze, quietly watching the resentful spirits below.
He raised his right hand slightly. Instantly, a large number of resentful spirits turned into smoke, dispersing into the air.
Weng Ping Ran, seeing this, was shocked. “What happened?”
He sensed something and looked up at the window.
Lian Yi stood backlit, his silhouette pitch black. His face is completely hidden in shadow.
Lin Jiu also looked up. Since coming downstairs, he had been silently watching above.
Only he had clearly seen Lian Yi’s action, making the resentful spirits vanish instantly.
In the past few days, Weng Ping Ran had been very worried, always saying Lian Yi’s power was unfathomable, and his level must be beyond that of a ghost king.
At this moment, Lin Jiu’s suspicions became even more certain.
If he wasn’t a ghost king, but stronger than a ghost king… what could he be?
Moonlit: Could Lian Yi be the new Ghost God?
