Little Ghost 4

04

[In a dream to the point of needing hospitalization, it must be serious! The data is completely polluted, the nightmare has become a wet dream!] The System was horrified.

[But then again, this person's sexual fantasy object is actually you?!]

Just as it said this, Ji Yue felt someone cover his eyes.

Then, heat on his lips, kissed with unusual urgency.

His vision went dark, making his other senses more sensitive.

The breath was hot, his tongue was played with, sucked.

His clothes were torn half open, his shoulder bitten, one leg hoisted onto a shoulder.

A person should at least not fuck a ghost.

Ji Yue couldn't understand.

Most importantly—the nightmare is the ghost's home turf.

He said: 'Get off.'

Kong Youzhuo stopped, his eyes reddening, staring fixedly at him.

Then, angrily: 'You love your boyfriend that much? I'm already a kept man without any title, and you still treat me like this, like I'm just a dildo.'

[What did you fantasize in this dream? You've only said a few words to each other! Aaah!]

'Do you have someone outside? Is it Chen Zhaozhen? I know he's been collecting your private information, he has more photos of you than I do, this animal.'

[How does Chen Zhaozhen come into this?!]

Ji Yue didn't understand what this person was saying: 'If you want to think that way, I can't help it.'

He got out of bed, straightened his clothes, and put the Nurse's cap back on.

Just wanted to play the ghost Nurse.

Kong Youzhuo wouldn't give up, pulling him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Ji Yue frowned, he didn't like being yanked around like this.

Kong Youzhuo gritted his teeth and asked: 'Tell me, have you fallen for Chen Zhaozhen?'

The moment the words fell, the hospital bed suddenly turned into a corn cannon.

This corn cannon looked exactly like the corn cannon from Plants vs Zombies. A section of golden corn cob wrapped in green leaves, the corn's cartoon knife-eyes glaring forward, the muzzle aimed at the man in the hospital gown, slowly powering up.

At this moment, Ji Yue, riding atop the corn cannon, had his long black hair scattered over his shoulders, the hem of his pink Nurse outfit fluttering in the night wind, as if suspended in the sky.

Kong Youzhuo was also a bit surprised, how did his wet dream suddenly take a divine turn?

He then smiled again: 'What is this, your mount? Little sister, you really are an imaginative girl.'

'No, this is my secret weapon.'

Ji Yue straightened the Nurse's cap.

He saw him wave his hand, like waving a magic wand, and the next second, the corn cannonball roared out of the muzzle—precisely attacking the only living person in the room.

The wall was suddenly blown away, smoke curled, the entire room instantly collapsed, completely reduced to rubble!

Only Ji Yue on the corn cannon was unharmed, only his body shaken by the cannon's vibration, he pressed down the Nurse's cap, his long hair flying like smoke in the blast.

When the smoke cleared, Ji Yue looked down at the ground.

Only one hand was still exposed in the rubble, fingertips trembling slightly, showing he was still alive.

'Gorgeous straight man, you're already dead in the dream, rest in peace.'

He said coldly to Kong Youzhuo in the rubble.

The next second, the corn cannon carried Ji Yue flying into the sky, like a witch riding a broom, vanishing into the distance.

[Aaah what is all this?!]

[The straight man will wake up and wonder what this is? Ghost Nurse and corn cannon? Where's the wet dream!]

The System laughed, spinning in place.

When they returned to the real world's room, it was dark again.

Ji Yue dipped his face in water and rubbed, carefully wiping the places the dog had licked.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his lips were a bit swollen.

[Obviously been sucked, your boyfriend will understand.]

'……'

[No big deal, it'll go down tomorrow or the day after! As long as you handle Zhong Xian well!]

Ji Yue didn't care what the male lead thought.

He yawned, patted the mushroom-patterned pillow, and his head dropped down.

Zzzzz……

Until noon, he was still sleeping.

His eyelids were heavy, his consciousness unclear, his body curled up on the sofa, when he woke he sensed someone beside him.

Zhong Xian had returned from outside at some unknown time, holding a drink in his hand.

He walked over and embraced Ji Yue, who was sitting up.

There was the moist vapor of rainwater on his body, mixed with a hint of grass and tree leaves.

Ji Yue was half-asleep, half-awake, sat cross-legged, took a sip of peach oolong, very sweet.

Zhong Xian: 'I've been going back to my hometown these past two days to sweep graves.'

[The male lead disappears for a day every now and then! Who believes there are that many graves to sweep?!]

Zhong Xian sat down next to Ji Yue, his gaze slid down, stopped on his lower face, his eyes changed slightly: 'What happened to your lips?'

[The weary husband returning from a business trip, discovering another man's traces on his wife... is it the loss of humanity or the fall of morality?] The System lowered its voice like a BGM.

Ji Yue: 'Accidentally bit myself.'

Zhong Xian was silent for a few seconds, then smiled again: 'You're really careless.'

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly pressed Ji Yue down and kissed him.

Up to now they've only kissed once, this is the second time.

The scent of peach oolong spread in their panting, sweet and soft, mixed with the sound of rain outside the window.

Zhong Xian picked him up, one arm holding him, the other passing through that tangled black hair, fine and slightly cold, like stroking satin. His cheek pressed against Zhong Xian's, soft as honey.

'Little Yue, don't go out recently.' Zhong Xian bit his earlobe, his voice muffled, 'Because of some dungeon effects, things have been unstable lately... do you have a tongue piercing?'

[This is a lie, the reason the transit world is a transit world is because it's stable enough, won't be impacted by infinite dungeons.]

Ji Yue lay in Zhong Xian's arms, ink-black long hair falling down, covering his face, only revealing a pair of red ear tips.

A bit dizzy.

Did the male lead discover something?

The size difference between Zhong Xian and him could almost block his entire body on the sofa, and it was the same now, Zhong Xian held him sitting on his lap, kissed his cheek, his breathing became heavy, rubbing his thigh.

[Virgin male repression.]

The System commented sharply.

'Not allowed.'

Ji Yue's face went cold, he jumped down from him, walked into the bedroom without looking back.

[If discovered to be a boy, the mission fails. The original setting is that this ghost has a cross-dressing fetish, fell for the same-sex human, this identity wasn't discovered by the male lead's group until the very end.]

After a while, a message came on his phone.

PigEarPinched: [Wife you smell so good T.T]

Ji Yue's response was two cold and merciless emojis:

[(vomit) (fist)]

[The male lead is probably typing with one hand!] The System cackled, [He's happy now, but when he discovers his wife is a male ghost, he'll probably faint from anger!]

Ji Yue didn't care about the male lead's situation, he just wanted to complete the fierce ghost mission as soon as possible.

In the original, his role wasn't much, only appearing in the male lead's memories, crowned with the name 'terrible first love,' the mission could end soon.

He slept again, when he woke it was already afternoon.

[According to the plot, as a ghost, you like to wander out when the weather is bad, you encountered one of the male lead's friends on the road, the other immediately noticed he was possessed, so also prepared to take you out.] The System flipped through the original novel with a rustle.

[Calculating the timeline, it's about what happens today.]

Ji Yue pulled open the curtains, outside was a dark curtain of rain, gloomy, not a ray of sunlight.

He stood at the window and watched for a while, this weather was perfect for a fierce ghost to go out.

Going out at noon, if discovered by Zhong Xian would definitely ask where he was going, hard to explain.

He pressed against the wall and listened for a while, next door was completely silent, like dead.

He quietly walked to Zhong Xian's bedroom door, pressed his ear against the door.

He squinted, leaned close to the door crack to look inside, it was also dark inside, couldn't see anything.

The room's soundproofing was very poor, usually any little movement could be heard.

Confirming Zhong Xian was indeed asleep, he straightened up and walked toward the entryway.

[The wife sneaks out to play, he didn't notice at all! This seems like the plot of a useless husband!]

The rain kept falling continuously, not too heavy not too light, the entire street was soaked.

Ji Yue held a black umbrella, aimlessly wandering the street, because of the rain, there weren't many pedestrians, the shops were desolate, without their usual bustle.

No one knew when the male lead's good brother would appear, he wandered around, bought an ice cream, stopped in front of a bookstore, planning to finish eating then go in to buy horror comics.

He watched the rainwater falling from the edge of the black umbrella, bored, spun the umbrella in a circle, the raindrops were flung out, drawing an arc.

Unfortunately, someone happened to be passing by the shop door, the water droplets landed on that person's shoulder, the shirt splashed with a dark wet patch. That person's footsteps paused, looked down at his own clothes.

Ji Yue raised his head, that person also raised his eyes to look at the perpetrator.

Four eyes met, both were silent for a moment.

Chen Zhaozhen didn't speak, a face that appeared even more cold and hard in the rain mist faced him.

Only one incandescent light was lit at the door, very low wattage, only enough to faintly illuminate the two of them.

Ji Yue today was wearing a short-sleeved high-neck white dress, long hair smoothly draped down his back, the hem of the dress gently lifted by the wind, like a budding fresh lily.

He tilted his head, staring at the human from under the umbrella, only the ends of his hair swaying gently behind, the corner of his mouth still stained with a bit of ice cream.

Chen Zhaozhen shifted his gaze, brushed the water droplets off his own shoulder, pretended nothing happened, pushed open the door and entered the bookstore.

[The one appearing in this plot should be another friend of the male lead!] The System was suddenly confused.

'Dont know.'

Ji Yue licked the cone bit by bit, not really wanting to sort out the plot line.

Finally finishing the ice cream, he wiped his hands, walked into the bookstore. The bookstore's clerk came over with a red face to introduce: 'Is Xiao Yue here to buy the newly published horror comic this time? There's one left.'

He nodded, walked around the bookshelf to go inside, planning to buy some other miscellaneous books to take back and look at.

At the second bookshelf, he came face to face with Chen Zhaozhen over there, holding two foreign books in his hands, at this moment stopped in front of a bookshelf picking through them.

[You two are quite peaceful today, no fighting no targeting each other.]

Ji Yue turned his head to look at the bookshelf behind him, there was an art history book, previously in another world, he hadn't finished reading it.

He walked over, raised his hand to reach for the spine, his arm was grabbed, Chen Zhaozhen pressed his entire body against the bookshelf.

His back hit the metal rack, making a dull tremor, several customers looked over in surprise.

Despite customers already walking over from behind, Chen Zhaozhen didn't care at all.

'I talked to Zhong Xian once, found him completely immersed in your world, how did you do it?' He stared into Ji Yue's eyes, said quietly, 'If you like him, don't hurt him like this.'

Chen Zhaozhen's hand still gripped his arm, through the thin clothing, the temperature was burning.

Ji Yue knew why human-ghost love was opposed, humans would grow weaker and weaker, until death.

And staying in the human world too long, the ghost's power would also grow weaker, like the female ghosts in storybooks all eventually scattered.

He didn't want to answer this kind of question, so he stayed silent.

His face was very pale, a shallow wound on his lips, his eyelashes low. He didn't defend himself, didn't struggle, just stood there expressionlessly, pinned to the bookshelf by that hand.

Being questioned like this, instead he looked like a pitiful ghost.

Chen Zhaozhen frowned, looked at him for a few seconds, finally let go.

Before leaving, he placed a book on the shelf by his ear.

Ji Yue turned his head, it was that art history book.

Chen Zhaozhen had been investigating the little ghost, and had some other gains, contacted some friends to discuss countermeasures.

Just before coming to the bookstore, he met with Gu Chiming to discuss this matter.

'You mean, Zhong Xian's girlfriend is a ghost?'

'He's been possessed.'

Chen Zhaozhen said, pushing a few pages of photos across the table.

About Zhong Xian's life or death, Gu Chiming didn't ask a single word, didn't even lift his eyelids.

Chen Zhaozhen wasn't surprised, this kind of thing sounded like Zhong Xian's destined tribulation, an infinite flow professional player being possessed, falling for a wild ghost of unknown origin.

Speaking of ghosts, Gu Chiming had some interest: 'The transit world forbids all supernatural energy, what's the background of this little ghost?'

Gu Chiming had a psychic constitution, this trait let him thrive in some dungeons.

With his personality, he would treat Zhong Xian's possession as a new dungeon.

'I'm not clear.'

'Then it's really unsolvable, unless you find her remains, or, make the little ghost fall for someone else like she fell for Zhong Xian, then Zhong Xian can be saved, just find someone to seduce this ghost.'

'What you said is one way, who would go?'

'No one's willing, think of another way.'

Saying this, Gu Chiming smiled slightly, flipped open the first page of photos.

The city center Library's recent reading event, participants wrote their reading reflections in the first floor display hall.

Somehow Chen Zhaozhen managed to find the little ghost's card among the thousands of reflection cards. In any case, the content was a plot analysis of a mystery novel, several hundred words at length.

At the end, the little ghost wrote a wish.

—To become the world's number one fierce ghost.

The signature on this card was two characters, Ji Yue.

Gu Chiming: 'This ghost is very young?'

Chen Zhaozhen showed him a page of records: 'Zhong Xian's borrowing record started from March, dozens of mystery novels, art history books, and paranormal novels added, vastly different from his previous borrowing records, I guess, it's Ji Yue who likes to read these books. His age, look at the photos.'

The light fell on Gu Chiming's face, illuminating the creases between his brows, he clipped the second and third photos and flipped them over, because he had mysophobia, and was also ghost-averse.

Both photos were taken by a private detective Chen Zhaozhen hired, the pictures were dim, the angles unnatural.

The first photo was at the community entrance, Ji Yue holding books got out of a taxi, a head of black satin-like long hair, hanging at the lower back, tall and thin figure, wearing a denim sleeveless dress, the dress length just above the knee, the exposed calves stepped forward out of the car.

Ji Yue had a canvas bag on his right shoulder, walking toward home, pointed chin, eyes tilted upward, the irises were a kind of dim blue.

Pretty and cold, easily making one think of some small animals with glossy fur and neurotic temperament.

Gu Chiming looked at this photo, his fingers paused for a moment, flipped to the third photo.

Like a screenshot from a video, the background was a Cainiao station in some community, Ji Yue walked out from inside, wearing a ripped black-pink striped long T-shirt and pink skirt and pink shoes, wearing many rings on his hands, exaggerated earrings.

The photo froze at the moment he discovered someone was secretly photographing from above, he raised his face, coldly stared at the camera, expressionlessly raised one hand, closed one eye, made a warning gesture of shooting at the photographer.

I'll kill you.

Gu Chiming's hand gently traced over this photo.

After a long while, he asked: 'When did they meet?'

He always spoke softly, making it impossible to hear his emotions.

'I'm not clear, this period of time, I've been organizing Ji Yue's movements. Every time a ghost leaves the Underworld, it appears at its own grave. Do you want to join?'

Chen Zhaozhen issued the invitation.

The wind brushed past the bookstore window, the rain was heavier, the glass was banged by the wind, the clerk hurriedly ran over to close the window.

Ji Yue sat down in the chair opposite, holding that art history book, held the book very high, the cover covered his entire face, only revealing a pair of eyes, peeking at Chen Zhaozhen's departing back.

[The male lead's brothers are really good to him! Now if there's a chance, to find someone to replace the male lead's possession and be with you, let the male lead escape suffering, I estimate he'd be willing too.]

The System couldn't help but sigh.

Ji Yue closed the book to check out, picked up the bag, prepared to continue browsing.

Passing the mall's cinema, Ji Yue looked up, a black-background red-letter horror film poster was posted in the most prominent position, a story of a boy struggling against a female ghost's temptation, ultimately falling into hell.

A bit interesting.

He turned and bought a ticket.

After finishing the game, a zombie crying face popped up on the screen, just in time for entry. He entered the screening room, walked along the steps to find his seat.

Someone was standing in front not moving, blocking the way.

'Excuse me, let me through.'

That person turned sideways, making a narrow passage.

Ji Yue looked up, it was the bespectacled refined man he had met at the Dining Hall before.

Striped shirt, rimless glasses, cold-looking face, he was currently looking down wiping the lenses, a few raindrops stuck to the temple pieces, probably got wet when coming in. The man put the glasses back on, nodded toward Ji Yue, considered it a greeting.

[It's actually the backup for the gorgeous straight man?!]

Ji Yue called out to him: 'What's your name?'

'Gu Chiming.'

The other party said lightly.

So he was that loyal-to-his-brother character in the original, had yin-yang eyes, very ghost-averse.

The original's direction was he told Zhong Xian to be careful, but the latter was already possessed and obsessed, coldly mocked 'you mean, for your sake, leave him?'

Ji Yue vaguely sensed that this person had already recognized him as a ghost.

[The plot finally connects!]

[The male lead has good relationships! Like this Gu Chiming, he's the type who'd dare to break my brother's wings, I'll destroy your heaven! Huh, why is he sitting over here?!]

Gu Chiming glanced at the seat beside him, sat down next to Ji Yue.

The two's seats happened to be adjacent.

This showing was almost full, once the lights went off, eerie little tunes rose one after another, the gloomy atmosphere instantly arrived.

Gu Chiming got up midway to go outside, toward the restroom.

Ji Yue expressionlessly pounded his palm, quietly followed out.

[Roar, can go scare this human during the ghost movie time!]

Gu Chiming stood at the sink washing his hands.

The water flowed over his fingers, he lathered once, rinsed clean, lathered again, repeated three times. People with mysophobia wash their hands many times a day, even more when going out.

The washroom was so quiet a pin drop could be heard, only the sound of water rushing, the distant screening room suddenly transmitted the sound of a female ghost screaming.

Also at this moment, a figure drifted in from the corner of his vision.

The falling long hair slid over his arm, cold and smooth touch, like fingers brushing through seawater.

A cold breath pressed against him from behind...

It was Zhong Xian's ghost girlfriend.

Standing half a step away was that girl in the white dress, like a behind-shoulder spirit, lightly pressed against his back. The face in the mirror was pale-skinned, thick eyelashes, like a serious doll, appearing very cold when facing people.

Gu Chiming's gaze paused.

For some reason, that joke subtly jumped out from his heart.

...to seduce the female ghost, the brother would be free.