"Hei Yanjing, hurry up and get rid of the blood on your hands!"
As Wu Tianzhen shouted this, he already knew it was too late.
The blood seeping from the black hairs had slid down Hei Yanjing's slender, strong fingers like a persistent scar, soaking into the fingerless gloves and revealing a bloody mess.
No one responded to Wu Tianzhen; there was a deathly silence.
Hei Yanjing, who had always been nonchalant, was now fixedly staring at the blood slowly flowing into his palm, his flattened lips revealing an unusual murderous intent.
...If Hei Yanjing was controlled by that fierce ghost...
Wu Tianzhen's hairs stood on end, feeling a sliver of despair from the bottom of his heart. But he quickly suppressed these fears and turned to shout at Xie Yuchen:
"Xiao Hua, Hei Yanjing is possessed by a ghost, get away from there quickly!"
...Fatty had already been possessed by a ghost once. By rights, he should still carry the aura of the fierce ghost. Even if Hei Yanjing was possessed, he shouldn't harm him immediately.
...Now the Faqiu Seal is in Xiao Hua's hands. If they have a detailed plan, they still have a chance to bring Hei Yanjing back.
Wu Tianzhen's brain was working at lightning speed. He had almost thought of the stage-by-stage development of the situation in the next hour within these few short seconds. But at this moment, he discovered something terrifying—
Xiao Hua made no move?
Xie Yuchen, who should have immediately become vigilant, was standing motionlessly in front of Fatty. Wu Tianzhen looked at his back and could only discern that he was probably looking in Hei Yanjing's direction.
In an instant, countless classic movie scenes of genuine affection erupting during moments of parting flashed through Wu Tianzhen's mind. However, unlike watching a movie, he was as devastated now as he had been engrossed in the cinema.
...It can't be, Xiao Hua?! What kind of love potion did Hei Yanjing feed you to establish a life-and-death bond in such a short time?!
For a moment, Wu Tianzhen thought of Zhang Qiling, who had regained his exclusive nickname "Blind" after only a few hours of meeting. His mood gradually overlapped with how Xiao Hua felt when he first heard about Xiao Zhang—
Damn it, could this Hei Yanjing know some strange蠱 (gu) techniques?!
When Xie Yuchen turned his head, he saw Wu Tianzhen's wonderfully expressive face. At this moment, even with his exceptional shrewdness, he couldn't understand his childhood friend's thought process.
"Wu Tianzhen," he said speechlessly, noticing Wu Tianzhen looking at him as if he were a friend stepping into an endless abyss. His tone gradually carried a hint of danger, "I don't know what you're thinking, but you'd better retract all your thoughts."
Ignoring the little Wu on the other side who was crying tears of joy while shouting "Xiao Hua," Xie Yuchen turned his gaze back to Hei Yanjing, who had a deep expression and was currently cosplaying as a blackened boss.
This time, he said nothing. He simply took out his ledger and skillfully added a remark at the very bottom of the long list: "Hei Yanjing is possessed by a fierce ghost, therefore all the above salary is canceled."
Hei Yanjing, whose eyesight was excellent: ...
In an instant, Hei Yanjing seemed to have finally found his identity account again and returned to normal. He parted his thin lips and began to loudly accuse his unscrupulous boss of the heinous act of publicly deducting his salary:
"Hua'er Ye, this won't do, will it?!" He raised the black-haired Fatty in his hand to prove that although he was developing his acting side hustle, he had still been working diligently. "I haven't slacked off at all. How can you hurt a diligent little working bee like this!!"
Wu Tianzhen, who had just planned to drag Xiao Hua and run: ...? How are you still alive?
...No, why wasn't Hei Yanjing possessed? Could it be that the medium for possession wasn't blood, as he had guessed?!
A bewildered little Wu fell into self-doubt about his own brain. But soon, the black-haired fierce ghost, with a more violent reaction, confirmed Wu Tianzhen's guess.
The black-haired ghost, who had been smiling with absolute confidence, stared intently at Hei Yanjing for a moment and instantly let out a roar of disbelief. The sharpness of its voice, at first hearing, made it sound like a unlucky fellow who had been fired by his company and then discovered his wife had eloped with his good friend, absconding with the funds.
Wu Tianzhen, listening casually, easily discerned emotions of pain, sorrow, anger, resentment, and unwillingness from the fluctuating voice.
But soon, the black hair's final musical performance was forcibly stopped—
With a "clang," Xie Yuchen directly pressed the Faqiu Seal onto Fatty's forehead.
A faint red mark appeared on the pale forehead, and the black hairs surrounding Fatty instantly scattered in a burst of light, falling to the ground like black ash blown from a stove, possessing a certain melancholic beauty.
The extremely vigorous black-haired fierce ghost lost its life without a sound under the deterrence of the Faqiu Seal. Things happened too quickly, and Wu Tianzhen had a sense of unreality.
He held his breath and waited for a while. Hei Yanjing didn't suddenly sprout black hair with a "roar." Fatty didn't let out a mad laugh and transform into the Monkey King. The scattered hairs on the ground didn't lift the coffin lid and resurrect on the spot...
Finally, Wu Tianzhen let out a long sigh of relief and completely relaxed.
"Fatty, Fatty?" He took two steps at a time to Fatty's side and patted his large face.
The face made a slapping sound under Wu Tianzhen's hand, but Fatty showed no signs of waking up. His face was pale, with dark circles under his eyes. If not for the faint breath at his nostrils, Wu Tianzhen would have suspected that the ghost had sucked his yang energy and killed him.
"He was possessed for too long, he won't wake up for a while," Xie Yuchen comforted little Wu, reached out to press Fatty's right arm, and then with a "crack," the sleeping Fatty let out a pig-slaughtering wail and fell silent again. xxs壹贰
This scream was earth-shattering. Wu Tianzhen looked at Xie Yuchen, whose expression was gentle as he meticulously cleaned each finger, and felt a trace of fear: "Xiao Hua, you are..."
"His right arm is dislocated. It should have been caused by the heavy pull during the possession," Xie Yuchen said, but then suddenly noticed Wu Tianzhen's guilty look and continued, "It seems you know the reason."
Wu Tianzhen: ...
"Uh." Wu Tianzhen was a bit embarrassed. "Just now, Fatty was carrying me and the Black Gold Ancient Saber while escaping from a pile of straw figures..."
"The Black Gold Ancient Saber is quite heavy. His arm should have been pulled at that time..."
As he said this, Wu Tianzhen suddenly realized a blind spot. He pondered it carefully and his tone suddenly carried doubt and confusion.
"Wait, if that's the case, Fatty was already possessed. So, did the black-haired fierce ghost actually save my life?!"
"Could it be that it still had a conscience, and its kindness remained?"
Thinking that the black-haired fierce ghost with lingering kindness had now had its ashes scattered by the Faqiu Seal, Wu Tianzhen felt a sudden surge of guilt. Just as he was about to squat down to gather the ashes into a pile and bury them, Xie Yuchen stopped him.
Seeing the truth at a glance, Hua'er cruelly shattered Xiao Wu's inexplicable fantasy: "No, it wasn't saving you."
"It was just competing with those blood-sucking straw figures for you, a large piece of food."
Large piece of food Wu Tianzhen: ???!!!