Chen Jin Sheng realized it was true. Ghosts were formless and could go anywhere except special places. Who knew, maybe while he bathed, Chu Yi could even inquire how many moles were on his butt. Though a tough guy who wasn’t afraid of ghosts, the thought of them watching gave Chen Jin Sheng goosebumps…
Chu Yi (rolling his eyes): As if I’d bother with that. Watching you is nowhere near as good as watching my President Yu!
Chen Jin Sheng nudged Zhang Shaoyi with his elbow. “This stuff dealing with ghosts and corpses—shouldn’t it be your Maoshan thing?”
Zhang Shaoyi snapped irritably, “So what if it is? Maoshan is a righteous orthodox sect—don’t make it sound like we’re some crooked evil path!”
Big Brother Yu, who feared ghosts, overheard their exchange. His face paled, legs trembled—yet even the woman Chen Ying wasn’t scared, so he could only clench his fists and force composure, telling himself it was just hiring ghosts to find someone, like private detectives…
Goddamn private detectives—those were ghosts, ghosts!!
Yu Zhensheng proved himself a true big brother. If Chu Yi sought anyone else, he might have turned into a screaming chicken and fled, but since it was for his own little brother, he could only watch weakly.
“Big Brother Yu, are you unwell? Your face looks awful,” Chu Yi said caringly after finishing his exchange with the Lonely Ghosts and Wild Ghosts, noticing Yu Zhensheng’s shaky, on-the-verge-of-collapse appearance.
Big Brother Yu’s hand trembled as he wiped cold sweat from his brow. “I’m fine. Just a bit cold.”
“Oh…” Chu Yi understood. He hadn’t brought any ghost-repelling talismans today, so he pulled out a scrap Protective Spirit Jade he had casually made and handed it over. “Take this. It should help.”
Zhang Shaoyi’s eyes lit up. “Good stuff!”
Even true masters coveted it, and Big Brother Yu wasn’t foolish. He thanked him while taking it, clutching it in his pocket. Perhaps it was psychological, but the yin wind blowing on him didn’t feel as cold anymore?
Zhang Shaoyi looked at Chu Yi, half-jokingly complaining, “Master Chu, aren’t you playing favorites? You sold us ordinary yellow paper talismans, but give Director Yu one made from top-grade Emperor Jade…”
He was the big brother-in-law, after all, but the gap was too big. He didn’t demand Emperor Jade, but an ordinary jade pendant would do, right?
Chu Yi: “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to take it.”
Zhang Shaoyi instantly wilted. “I was just joking, Dao Friend Chu—don’t take it seriously, haha…”
Behind his back, he aggrievedly bit his handkerchief. Why didn’t he have a lovable little brother!
Zhang Shaoyi didn’t consider that with his looks and age, even if he had a brother, he’d be stuck providing for him—maybe even getting mooched off…
Meanwhile, the moment Yu Qingxian opened his eyes, he noticed someone undoing his suit buttons. He jolted upright, clutching his collar. “What are you doing?”
Kang Zeyu pointed awkwardly at the armed kidnapper nearby. “It’s not me—they’re making me… Qingxian, it’s best we cooperate. Undressing is better than getting beaten…”
The lead kidnapper by the tripod: “He’s right. Either obediently strip for photos, or take a bullet, suffer anyway, and still get photographed. Your choice.”
He wore a mask and spoke through a portable voice changer, sounding like he’d inhaled laughing gas—unnaturally shrill and ridiculous, yet tinged with terror.
Yu Qingxian’s eyes flickered. “You’re kidnapping us for money, right? No need for photos.”
Kidnapper leader: “No can do. Everyone knows Young Master Yu and Young Master Kang come from powerful families with many capable experts. Photos ensure our safety… You don’t want your intimate pics with Young Master Kang all over the internet, do you, Young Master Yu?”
Yu Qingxian’s face changed. “What do you mean—me and Kang Zeyu… in front of all of you?”
“Young Master Yu afraid he can’t get it up? No worries, I prepared strong drugs. Eat them, and you’ll feel it.” The leader raised his gun demonstratively, firing a burst into the ground. The kicked-up dust showered over them.
Kang Zeyu jumped in fright. “Qingxian, a real man bends before the situation!”
Yu Qingxian assessed the scene and feigned humiliated submission. “No—undress if you want, but have them leave first. Otherwise, we go down fighting. I believe my big brother will hunt you to the ends of the earth. Try me if you don’t believe it!”
Out of Yu Qingxian’s sight, Kang Zeyu signaled the kidnapper leader with his eyes. Kang Zeyu wasn’t stupid; if they double-crossed him, he’d be delivering himself.
Thus, half the kidnappers were his men in disguise.
The leader hesitated. If Yu Qingxian died, photos of a corpse wouldn’t help. Besides, lust clouding his mind, he found too many people inconvenient. Once they were drugged and aroused, no one would care if he joined in—he’d coveted Yu Qingxian for a long time and wouldn’t let Kang Zeyu have all of him.
After thinking, he said, “President Yu, take the drugs first.”
He saw through Yu Qingxian’s intent to clear the room and escape. Naive as it was, better to coax him into taking the drugs first.
Yu Qingxian knew that even if he resisted, they’d pry his mouth open. He could only compromise. “Fine, I’ll take it.”
To win Yu Qingxian’s trust, Kang Zeyu took the drugs too.
“Now can they leave?” Yu Qingxian asked.
The leader waved his hand, and the kidnappers filed out, locking the door from outside.
“Alright, President Yu, strip…”
Yu Qingxian rubbed his freed wrists and suddenly declared, “Cui Ran, I knew it was you!”
Cui Ran flinched at his name blurted out unexpectedly. Yu Qingxian seized the moment of stunned pause, lunged forward, tackled him, smashed an elbow into his face, and swiftly snatched the gun from his hand.
Cui Ran writhed on the ground in pain, unable to speak.
Kang Zeyu stared in shock. “Q-Qingxian, don’t do anything rash…”
Yu Qingxian staggered to his feet, kicked Cui Ran to Kang Zeyu’s side, and pointed the gun at Kang Zeyu. “Gag him, tie him up with my rope—and yours. No tricks, or I shoot. Believe me, those outside won’t even have time to save you.”
“Qingxian, you misunderstand—I have nothing to do with Cui Ran!”
Yu Qingxian cut him off. “Did you see his face? You’re so sure it’s Cui Ran?”
“No, it’s not what you think…”
“Enough. I don’t believe you!”
