After Going Viral for Exorcism, I Was Kissed Senseless by the Top-Tier Ghost King! - Chapter 2

What was once a voice sweet enough to melt the heart now sounded like the low whispers of a life-claiming demon.

Cao Qiang froze. As the meaning of those words finally sank in, he frantically tried to open his eyes. But it was already too late. A surge of agonizing pain shot from his arm, accompanied by the crisp crack of breaking bone.

“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!”

Cao Qiang screamed in agony. Dragging his dislocated arm, he forced his eyes open to look at Bai Qingxu, only to find the youth standing before him, watching him with calm leisure.

“You motherfucker, what do you think you’re doing? Do you not want those resources anymore? A lowly slut like you actually dares to lay a hand on me!”

Cao Qiang clutched his arm, his face contorted in a hideous grimace as he yelled. He still had not realized the gravity of his situation. In his mind, how could a weak, eighteenth-tier washed-up celebrity dare to strike him? He must be seeking death!

“Heh.”

Bai Qingxu continued to smile. He slowly approached Cao Qiang and raised his foot, kicking him against the restroom wall. The force was heavy and ruthless, delivered with such intensity it seemed he intended to kick the very stomach out of Cao Qiang’s body.

Another pig-like shriek echoed through the room. Cao Qiang was now in so much pain that he could no longer straighten his waist; he could only kneel on the floor and groan.

“You, you just wait! Your time in the entertainment industry is over!”

Having called the shots in the industry for so many years, when had he ever experienced such a beating? Especially at the hands of a small-time, eighteenth-tier star! Feeling humiliated to the extreme, Cao Qiang refused to show any weakness. He still believed the youth before him was the same weak and incompetent person from the past, so he continued to hurl threats and pressure.

However, refusing to submit only meant greater torture.

“Who cares?”

Bai Qingxu smiled again, his features looking like a masterpiece carved by the gods. He threw another vicious punch, striking Cao Qiang so hard that blood sprayed from the man’s nose. In an instant, blood flowed uncontrollably, and Cao Qiang’s face swelled up like a pig’s head. The scene was incredibly brutal.

“You,” Cao Qiang covered his swollen face, finally acknowledging that something was profoundly wrong with the youth in front of him. He looked at the boy, whose entire aura had completely transformed, in utter disbelief. Finally, it dawned on him.

This was a wolf in sheep’s clothing!

Rumors said Bai Qingxu was defiant, loved to act like a big shot, harassed popular actresses, and glared at other artists. Where was the frail, weak person he thought he saw? It was all an act from the start to make him let his guard down! How sinister!

Gnashing his teeth, Cao Qiang began to curse violently:

“I didn’t expect, I didn’t expect the rumors in the industry were all true. You, Bai Qingxu, deserve to be blacklisted! You deserve to be cursed! You just wait, wait until you are kicked out of this industry for good!”

“Hahaha, I told you, who cares?”

Bai Qingxu’s voice dropped an octave. It remained gentle, yet to Cao Qiang’s ears, it carried a bone-chilling coldness. Cao Qiang had been beaten to the point where he felt he was about to vomit blood. His face was so swollen he could barely open his eyes. He finally lost the courage to keep cursing and could only mumble, “Help.”

Bai Qingxu let out a sigh. The sound drifted into Cao Qiang’s ear like a light breeze.

“Ah, how nice. It seems my plastic surgery skills are quite good; your face is finally tolerable to look at.”

Suddenly, Cao Qiang felt his face being stomped on and ground into the floor with extreme pressure. He looked up and saw the smile deepening on the lips of the aloof youth. The boy’s hair seemed shrouded in a hazy mist of light. For a fleeting moment, he felt that the youth before him did not belong to the mortal realm.

In a grand hall adorned with intricate dark purple patterns, heavy curtains hung from the supporting pillars, obscuring the Purple Jade Platform at the highest point of the hall. A man dressed in black stood below the platform, stealing a secret glance upward.

Through the curtains, a flickering silhouette could be seen. The person was reclining lazily atop the Purple Jade Platform, propping up his head while watching a phantom vision with a pensive expression.

“He’s been drugged,” the person murmured to himself, letting out a playful chuckle.

Most of his face was hidden in the shadows of the curtains, making his true features indiscernible. The man in black could only see the phantom vision the person was watching. In the vision, an exceptionally beautiful youth appeared. The youth’s cheeks were flushed crimson, and he possessed a pair of peach blossom eyes with a beauty mark beneath one of them. He looked beautiful and harmless, yet he was violently beating that wretched man. It was impossible to tell he had been drugged.

“Master, Master Bai has finally appeared.”

Cold sweat broke out on the man in black as he reported uneasily. Ever since the Purple Jade Ghost King learned that Master Bai had gone missing, he had been searching for him like a madman. He had even single-handedly overturned the strongholds of several other Ghost Kings. Now that Master Bai had finally been found, wouldn’t he become even more frenzied?

The man in black felt uneasy. Recalling the previous bloody scenes, he worried the Purple Jade Ghost King was about to start another massacre. After all, everyone knew the Purple Jade Ghost King and Master Bai were extremely incompatible and shared a long-standing feud.

“I see.”

Unexpectedly, the figure reclining on the platform only spoke lazily. There was no hint of anger, nor any sign of the previous tyrannical madness.

“Master,” the man in black felt a surge of pleasant surprise, thinking the Purple Jade Ghost King had finally let go of his obsession.

“I am going to find him. I am leaving the Ghost Gate in your care.”

The Ghost Command, a token fought over by ten thousand ghosts, was casually tossed into his hands.

“Master, there is no need for you to go in person! I can bring him back for you,” the man in black cried out in terror.

The voice remained lazy: “Do you like him?”

The man in black panicked: “Master, what are you saying? How could I possibly like your enemy?”

“Then what does it have to do with you if I go after him? Who said he is my enemy? He is my sweetheart.”

“???”

The man in black’s mouth fell open, his eyes widening like copper bells. Master, do you even know what you are saying? Since when did Master Bai become your sweetheart? Does Master Bai even know about this?