C38 — Deadly Lover
by UntamedSZhuo Yu was drunk, and Jiang Xingyu had never seen him drunk before. The ghost paused for a moment and allowed his former lover to kiss him.
Zhuo Yu tightly closed his eyes, thinking to himself that his sacrifice was too great.
Although his mind was clear, his body still had the fatigue of a continuous hangover, so pretending was quite easy. If he heard correctly, Jiang Xingyu said that he ki-lled him. Wasn’t this just about a ghost claiming his life?
Anyway, he’d first stabilize him before speaking and then find an opportunity to go to the temple and invite a master to see if Jiang Xingyu could be transcended.
The other party’s lips were too cold; Zhuo Yu felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn’t give up halfway; he kissed several times randomly like a really drunkard, staring at Jiang Xingyu with his watery eyes open.
“You’re back; it’s not my hallucination, right?”
The ghost looked at him with unblinking eyes, and after a moment of silence, he unexpectedly laughed.
“What are you doing?”
Jiang Xingyu smiled gently; the small mole at the corner of his eye made him look less dead. He held Zhuo Yu in his arms, gently patting the other party’s back.
“Of course I came back; what would you do without me?”
His tone was relaxed, as if he were still alive and chatting with Zhuo Yu: “The new maid doesn’t understand your taste; she doesn’t know that you actually like to add three spoonfuls of sugar in your coffee, and she doesn’t know that you like to keep your favorite books at hand.”
Zhuo Yu’s teardrops finally fell; he obsessively looked at Jiang Xingyu’s appearance; although the other party’s face was pale, his lips were green and black, his pair of phoenix eyes were full of resentment, and even the whites of his eyes were dark, because of the drunkenness, he seemed to not be able to see it, and he only took it to mean that his lover had really returned.
“I ……”
However, without waiting for Zhuo Yu to open his mouth to say the next sentence, the iron clamp-like hand once again strangled his neck.
“Zhuo Yu, I’m so happy; you are in love with me.” The ghost laughed out loud, the entire villa gusting with gloomy winds. “In that case, you’ll come down and accompany me!”
The fragile neckbone was crushed by Jiang Xingyu’s hand just like this; Zhuo Yu only felt a pain in his neck, and he lost consciousness.
Before he died, he was still wondering how this ghost didn’t follow the rules! Sure enough, he hated paranormal things the most!
The shocking sound waves woke Zhuo Yu up again.
“Handsome guy, alone?” A familiar voice.
Zhuo Yu raised his head in confusion and found that it was that skinned uncle again, who not only wasn’t dead but was now alive and well, trying to harass the person he was looking at.
He hadn’t yet detached himself from the feeling of death, and he felt as if he had fallen into a void until white light appeared in front of his eyes, and then when he opened his eyes again, he was back in that bar in the beginning.
Ah ……
He was back at the beginning of the film.
[Died once, remaining resurrection times 8; archive point not yet opened].
Zhuo Yu was startled by the sound of the system. He struggled to use his chaotic brain to think, thinking to himself how difficult this film was. It actually gave people nine chances to be resurrected, and there was no main storyline mission released. He was probably really on the verge of survival.
The middle-aged uncle beside him was still talking non-stop nonsense. Zhuo Yu sighed and drank the wine he handed over.
The lewd man’s eyes lit up.
In this cup of wine, it was dru-gged.
Soon, Zhuo Yu felt even more delirious, like his body was burning up, and all of a sudden he crooked down on the bar.
Jiang Xingyu… This kind of thing, do you care?
Although this middle-aged uncle was a little bit ugly, his strength was really big; when he saw that he had already got his hands on Zhuo Yu, he impatiently set up Zhuo Yu, and without even noticing that Zhuo Yu’s legs couldn’t move, he brought him to the washroom’s location.
“Excuse me, my friend is drunk.”
He was even in such a hurry that he kept pushing his way through the crowd; he could hardly stand it anymore.
Zhuo Yu was hit a few times, but the alcohol numbed his pain.
Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring.
Zhuo Yu already knew the content of the phone call; he didn’t need to answer it, and he couldn’t free his hands to answer it.
There was no one in the bathroom; Zhuo Yu was pressed against the sink, the right side of his face pressed against the mirror. He couldn’t stand up at all; the middle-aged man just thought that he was too drunk to walk, and he pinched the back of his neck with a death grip, ready to pull his trouser.
Just then, the light bulb on the ceiling somehow suddenly burst.
The lamp fragments splattered all over the man, scaring him so much that he hurriedly dodged away, and Zhuo Yu, with no one to support him, fell softly to the floor, but it wasn’t the hard tiles that he touched; it was more like someone had caught him.
The toilet was suddenly dim, a flickering light signaled something bad, and Zhuo Yu only heard the man’s terrified screams, followed by the sound of frantic slapping on the door.
He couldn’t get out; the whole space felt like it was locked up, becoming a cage to bind his prey.
The middle-aged man had been scared out of his wits; sliding against the toilet door and sitting on the floor, he was incontinent.
Because the scene in front of him was just too horrifying.
What did he see?
A mutilated human body with twisted limbs as if it had been hit by a truck; that head was also half gone. Its eyeballs had popped out and hung loosely on its cheek, while the other half of its face still showed that it was a good-looking man. The blo-od-red eyeball stared at him intently.
Zhuo Yu was gently placed on the ground, then the ghost swung its limbs with broken bones and crawled towards the man like a spider.
The man had collapsed in fear; he pulled out a Swiss army knife from his pocket and tremblingly gesticulated at the ghost in front of him, but to no avail.
The dead Jiang Xingyu showed his hostile side; the face that would only possess a gentle smile revealed extreme violence and resentment, picking up the man’s body and throwing it towards the cubicle.
With a loud thud, the lewd man fell on the toilet, the knife in his hand barely stabbed into his leg.
Jiang Xingyu let out a strange “cackle cackle cackle cackle.” That was the last sound he made before his head was crushed by the truck. He crawled towards the man, and soon, under his resentment, the man lost his mind and completely fell into a collapse.
Like a puppet on strings, his facial expression darkened, and without mercy, he used his pocketknife to slice into his skin, slowly cutting away.
Jiang Xingyu finished handling it and realized his lapse. When Zhuo Yu struggled to get up in a daze, the fragmented ghost in front of him turned back into his pre-mortem appearance; he was still the same tall and handsome young man.
“Why are you so unguarded? Don’t you hate strangers touching you?” Jiang Xingyu gritted his teeth and asked several questions in a row, “Why didn’t you run away? Aren’t you very capable of running?”
Under this terrifying air pressure, the tap directly burst, and a large amount of cold water splashed on Zhuo Yu’s face, causing him to wake up quite a bit.
Run?
“……” Zhuo Yu suddenly remembered that during the introduction, the system didn’t mention that the character was disabled but instead described it as” flawless “.
Could it be that…
The current Jiang Xingyu didn’t know that he couldn’t walk?
Thinking about the last time he died, Jiang Xingyu saw his wheelchair but didn’t express any surprise. Coupled with the death of Jiang Xingyu, perhaps that “accident” was a car accident, and Jiang Xingyu felt that he would be injured after the accident, so it was normal for him to recuperate in a wheelchair.
And now Jiang Xingyu hadn’t even seen the wheelchair.
He didn’t know that Zhuo Yu was also injured in the car accident, even resulting in a disability.
Things got interesting.
Zhuo Yu didn’t answer the ghost; he just let out a difficult sound, and through the anxious flames that spread all over his body, he ripped his collar open and looked at the other party with lax eyes.
“Jiang Xingyu? What brings you here?”
The drunken man seemed to have forgotten the fact that his lover had died, still facing him with the same attitude he had in the past.
“Did you come to take me home? I don’t want to; I haven’t drunk enough!”
The ghost laughed in exasperation.
“Get lost and go home; I don’t need you at all right now; I’ll find my own chauffeur.”
Jiang Xingyu covered Zhuo Yu’s mouth and set the person up against the door panel of the cubicle.
“Don’t need me? I see you need it now.”
There was something in that wine, and Jiang Xingyu could feel Zhuo Yu’s body was very hot, and although he was resisting and pushing against him, it was more like he couldn’t wait to get on top of him.
“Why are you so cold?” Zhuo Yu murmured.
“I’m cold, so I can put out your fire.” The ghost licked across Zhuo Yu’s ear and gently blew inwards, stirring up goosebumps and making him cower.
On one side, there was a horrifying and bizarre skinning scene, and on the other side, there was a fragrant flirtation between one person and one ghost; this scene couldn’t be more eye-catching.
Bad bad bad bad!
Zhuo Yu’s mind was almost filled with red exclamation marks; he was paralyzed by alcohol and ecstasy; there was no way he could be that calm and collected again, but he also knew that this follow-up would definitely be mosaiced, or else there would be a red lock.
All he could do was stiffly reverse the situation at hand.
“Fu-ck off! You’re the one I hate the most!” Zhuo Yu pushed Jiang Xingyu away with force and sat down on the toilet with his bum.
Jiang Xingyu took a few steps back; his eyes once again lit up with anger.
“What?” The ghost pinched Zhuo Yu’s chin, his tone so cold that ice could fall out. “Are you looking down on me?”
Zhuo Yu’s head suddenly ached.
These words, Jiang Xingyu had once said them to him.
Fragments of the past flashed back in Zhuo Yu’s mind; he instantly remembered a lot of things and couldn’t help but sigh that the system’s settings were right and the character of “Zhuo Yu” was really rotten.
Since being soft didn’t work, let’s try the hard one.
Zhuo Yu raised his eyebrows; his tone became condescending. “Who do you think you are? You’re a poor student who relies on me to pay off the debt of your gambling parents; do you also deserve to make conditions on me?”
Jiang Xingyu’s fingertips instantly pierced into Zhuo Yu’s skin, beads of blo-od dripping onto the tiles.
As if Zhuo Yu had also been provoked into rebellion by the pain, he drunkenly said, “If you hadn’t begged me and said that you’d liked me for thirteen years, I wouldn’t have even looked at you; how could I even let you live in my house? Ridiculous.”
Zhuo Yu thought to himself that he was really too much of a deadbeat, but he would rather trade one chance for information.
The string that was holding Jiang Xingyu back finally snapped.
“Yes, yes, it’s me being cheap; it’s me who really loves you too much.” The ghost laughed maniacally. “You will always be like this; even if I give my life, you won’t soften one iota, but I have no way to let go. I love you so much that I’m crazy.”
Jiang Xingyu’s hostile aura was so deep that he changed back to his horrible appearance when he died in an instant. He pressed that tattered and hunted to the point of horror, face against Zhuo Yu’s cheeks, “Come with me; I’ll take you with me, and don’t presume to think that you can find someone else if you leave me.”
“We will be together forever.”
There was a pain in his chest. Zhuo Yu looked down and realized that it was his chest that was pierced by the ghost’s hand, bloo-d splattering everywhere.
“Ah!”
Zhuo Yu exclaimed in shock, straightening up from his barstool.
“Handsome guy, alone?”
[Died twice, 7 resurrections remaining, archive point not yet opened].
It was that annoying thing again.
Zhuo Yu had died twice; as if infected by the hostile aura on Jiang Xingyu’s body, he glared at the man on his side, grabbed the fruit fork, and stabbed it into the other man’s plump palm, pinning his hand to death on the bar table.
“Ahhhh !!!!”
The bar was so noisy that no one could hear his screams.
The middle-aged man flinched and realized that the young man’s gaze towards him was already like he was looking at a dead man.
Zhuo Yu didn’t want to waste any more time in the bar; he picked up the ice bucket next to him and poured it over his head. A large amount of cold water and crushed ice ballast brought his sanity back. He immediately called for a car and wanted to go home.
The jingle of his mobile phone rang; his friend had called again.
“I said, Young Master Zhuo, where have you been? Are you alright? You didn’t answer after I called you so many times.”
Zhuo Yu frowned. “I’m at Max Bar; there’s a mess over here for you to deal with; come over quickly; I’m going home.”
“I’ll go; your voice is cold, like you want to k-ill someone who upset you.”
“A few days ago, what really happened?” Zhuo Yu opened the door.
“You had amnesia from drinking?”
“Don’t bullshit.”
“Ah… actually, I’m not too clear; it’s that you and that little lover of yours got in a car accident; Jiang Xingyu died on the spot; you were hospitalized for three days and then came out, and then you started drinking and going out; I couldn’t even find you.”
His friend’s voice was slightly saddened. “I always thought that Jiang Xingyu was just looking at your money; I didn’t think that he would really be willing to die for you, ah?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said that he was the one who pushed you out. Jiang Xingyu saved you.”
“……”
This, why was it different from what that ghost said? What Jiang Xingyu said was that he ki-lled him.
“Forget it, just get a grip, and call the police, by the way.”
Zhuo Yu hung up the phone, no longer looking at that lewd man who tried to touch his hand but left the bar and headed for the road home.
This time he didn’t go to that washroom.
Since neither soft nor hard would work, Zhuo Yu decided to follow his heart.
He still remembered the heartache he felt when he saw that tin of thousand paper cranes and the tears; he didn’t believe that his character had no feelings for Jiang Xingyu at all; perhaps he just disguised himself too hard, like a mussel that was afraid of getting hurt; he could only tightly close his shell, not showing a trace of soft flesh.
Perhaps there was also a story in “Zhuo Yu.”.
Zhuo Yu took out the Walkman; he remembered the song played by this thing; it was indeed a foreshadowing of Jiang Xingyu’s crazy love for himself; even if he died, he refused to let go.
What about Zhuo Yu himself? Was he really that unmoved?
No way.
Hospitalized for three days, his lower limbs were paralyzed, but he refused to be treated. He went around getting drunk, and he looked at the cranes that his lover used to fold and wept.
Zhuo Yu was on the verge of a breakdown.
This time, the driver didn’t suddenly scare him; Zhuo Yu smoothly returned to the door of the house; he didn’t hesitate to enter the door; the house still had the same messy furnishings.
Zhuo Yu sat down on the sofa, once again holding the jar of stars and cranes.
He closed his eyes to carefully feel the character’s heart; under that sour feeling was a suppressed, surging heart tide that couldn’t be concealed at all; he even felt a strong, desperate love and guilt that almost crushed him.
Zhuo Yu was indeed sorry for Jiang Xingyu.
“Zhuo Yu, what are you thinking?”
Zhuo Yu’s body went cold around him, and the ghost appeared, sitting right beside him.
His eyelashes fluttered, and he eventually opened his eyes.
“It’s been seven days; did you come back?”
As if resigned to his fate, Zhuo Yu sniffled and let the tears fall out of his eyes.
He caressed Jiang Xingyu’s cold cheeks and sighed tersely, “Did you come to take me away?”
Jiang Xingyu’s expression remained unchanged: “Why, you seem to be looking forward to my return?”
Zhuo Yu quietly responded, “I’ve been waiting for this day; you said you wanted to be with me all the time; I’m going to honor my promise to you.”
These words were like a sudden ignition of Jiang Xingyu’s anger; a ghastly wind instantly blew in the hall; he grabbed Zhuo Yu’s neck with one hand; his voice was filled with hatred. “Why do you have to wait until I’m dead for you to be able to say these kind of words because of guilt? Because it was you who personally pushed me into the truck in exchange for keeping yourself alive? How can you regret it!?”
Zhuo Yu was shocked in his heart.
He knew that the character had been greatly stimulated and had selectively forgotten many things; he hadn’t realized that it was the character’s own fear of death that made him push Jiang Xingyu over.
No wonder this ghost was so resentful.
Yes, if one regretted it, wouldn’t that mean that Jiang Xingyu had died in vain?
“No ……” Zhuo Yu effortlessly voiced out, “If I were to go through this again, I might still push you into the truck because of my greed for death, but after you died, I realized that the world without you is not worth staying in at all.”
“Whether you scold me for my hindsight or try to k-ill me off, I willingly accept it because I was the one who was wrong.”
As if Zhuo Yu had spoken the character’s heart, the breath that was pent up in his heart dissipated quite a bit.
“……”
Jiang Xingyu suddenly let go of his hand, allowing Zhuo Yu to cough violently.
“You’re thinking really well; you want to use death to atone for your sins and alleviate your guilt?” The ghost let out a cold laugh, “Beautiful thought, but I won’t ki-ll you.”
“I want you to look at me day and night, remembering the events of that day every night, living forever in self-reproach for me.”
Jiang Xingyu’s tone was light as he nervously murmured, “You don’t love me at all, so why not just apologize for the rest of your life? It will last longer than love.”
[Archive point 1, achieved.]
The system’s beep went online.
Zhuo Yu let out a sharp sigh of relief; it seemed that this first hurdle had passed.
He put on an appearance that he hadn’t yet sobered up and hugged Jiang Xingyu as if he were lying to himself, “What do you mean by you’re not back? I hired the best doctor; of course I saved you.”
The air in the Jiangjing Villa quietened down; in the midst of the clutter, there were only two people embracing each other; they each produced a contentment that originated from within.
–Two crazy people.
The next morning, Zhuo Yu’s friends received a WeChat message from him, saying that Jiang Xingyu had been successfully rescued and was now safe and sound. They were going to celebrate together at home tonight.
But Jiang Xingyu’s death had been confirmed; the death certificate couldn’t be fake. Was it true that he was rescued by a defibrillator after death and had been lying in the ICU?
It wasn’t impossible; there were many examples of people coming back from the dead in the medical world.
Of course, he didn’t die completely but was resurrected after being assessed dead. Perhaps Jiang Xingyu’s situation was like that.
Everyone couldn’t help but marvel at the man’s great life.
And when did Zhuo Yu become so attached to Jiang Xingyu—wasn’t he always at his beck and call? He actually invited all of these families to get together for him?
This kid had probably been blessed by the misfortune; he was finally remembered by Zhuo Yu.
In the evening, several luxury cars parked in the garage of Jiangjing Villa, and Zhuo Yu’s friends arrived as scheduled. After all, Zhuo Yu had a cold temperament, and it was the first time he had invited them to be guests.
The hall was no longer that messy; Zhuo Yu leisurely sat on the sofa and greeted them as they came in.
“Young Master Zhuo, you’ve changed your nature?”
The familiar voice that had called Zhuo Yu rang out. The person who came was a young man with dyed yellow hair; he was wearing spikes and had tattoos, looking out of place in Zhuo Yu’s cool-styled home.
But this person was really one of Zhuo Yu’s best friends.
Lin Anqi sat beside Zhuo Yu, poked the other with his finger, and quietly asked, ”What happened? This kid can still live after seven days of resuscitation; his life is too big, right? There are no aftereffects? He just came out of the hospital like that.”
Zhuo Yu revealed a tranquil smile and uncharacteristically sighed, “Yes, he’s still alive; since he appeared in front of me again, he’s still alive.”
Lin Anqi didn’t sense the horrifying implication in this upside-down remark and only felt that Zhuo Yu was truly trapped.
“It’s also considered a blessing for him.” Lin Anqi hummed, “He doesn’t deserve… it at all.”
Before the words were finished, Zhuo Yu coldly glared at him, frightening him to hurriedly swallow back the latter words. He awkwardly left the hall, took a cigarette, and went to the garden for air.
There were also two people gathered outside, whispering to each other.
“Yo, what are you chatting about?”
One of them whispered, “Don’t you guys think Zhuo Yu is a bit strange right now?”
“How so?”
“After chatting for half a day, we haven’t even seen Jiang Xingyu himself!”
Lin Anqi suddenly had goosebumps.
“And,” the young man wiped his sweat, “since Zhuo Yu and Jiang Xingyu got together, aren’t we done for?”
Lin Anqi came to a sudden realization; only then did he realize that the ones Zhuo Yu had called were the ones who had looked down on Jiang Xingyu and badmouthed him in the first place. Zhuo Yu was better off than any of them in terms of family history, so if he really listened to his lover, he’d come looking for trouble with them.
Moreover, they were all hiding a secret.
A secret that would get them into serious trouble if it was revealed.
Lin Anqi couldn’t help but take a few steps back. He frantically thought to himself; he hid it to death; he didn’t tell anyone, and those who knew the inside story didn’t dare to talk too much; Zhuo Yu shouldn’t know about it.
“Then again, Liu Jingyun hasn’t appeared for a long time, and Luo Musheng too; those two shamelessly ran away, so gutless.”
“What are you talking about? If you hired someone to k-ill and the dead came to life, you’d have to run away too.”
Lin Anqi took a drag on his cigarette and chided, “All of you keep your voices down; this is Zhuo Yu’s house; remember, we did it for his own good; that’s why we’re not telling him; he just needs to come out of this funk. Let’s not provoke Jiang Xingyu, we need to stabilize the situation first.”
After he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly felt a cold wind hit them.
Lin Anqi looked towards the first floor and suddenly realized that a figure was looming behind the curtains.
Jiang Xingyu was watching them.
Ooooooh, neat! Thank you for the chapter!