After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 26

“Mr Dai, actually, I am a cultivator. I am the fourth-generation successor of the Chaos Sect!”

Wonton? What wonton?

Dai Gucan sat expressionless on the sofa, staring at Gu Jiaoyang’s earnest face. After a moment of silence, he reached out, took a packet of dried goji berries from the small cabinet under the coffee table, and pressed the hot water button on the dispenser.

“You…” Dai Gucan waited to take a sip of goji berry tea to calm his nerves, thinking for a long while but finding himself unable to say a word.

Seeing Mr Dai’s obvious disbelief, Gu Jiaoyang pursed his lips.

From a materialist perspective, if your wife suddenly told you one day that he was actually a little fairy, it would indeed be rather difficult to accept.

“I know you don’t believe me. Come on, come on, seeing is believing!” Gu Jiaoyang sighed. Circulating his meagre spiritual energy and divine soul, he grabbed Dai Gucan’s arm, pulled him close, cupped his face, and kissed him directly.

“Mmph?”

Mr Dai felt panicked. Thoroughly rattled, in fact.

It wasn’t the first time the two had kissed, but being caught off guard like this was clearly not something Dai Gucan had anticipated. The sensation of their lips meeting was familiar—soft, tender, and carrying a hint of unique sweetness.

Gu Jiaoyang was holding Dai Gucan’s face to transfer spiritual energy, enabling him to use that energy to see the aura of the surroundings.

Consequently, the process was very brief; they separated as soon as the spiritual energy and divine soul had been transferred through the contact.

“Mr Dai, alright, call those two mugs in.” After kissing Dai Gucan, Gu Jiaoyang licked the corner of his mouth. His brightly coloured little tongue carried a hint of suggestiveness that made Dai Gucan blush, despite his age.

Actually, there were several ways to transfer spiritual energy skin-to-skin contact would have sufficed but how could Gu Jiaoyang miss such a golden opportunity? Naturally, he chose one of the most intimate methods available.

While Dai Gucan was still mentally wandering in the clouds, Gu Jiaoyang let the two men in himself. As soon as they entered, Zhu Zhengwen and Old Li began weeping and wailing again. Gu Jiaoyang patted the still-dazed Dai Gucan, signalling him to take a good look at the pair.

“Do you see the difference?” Gu Jiaoyang pressed his hand on Dai Gucan’s thigh. Dai Gucan, having been patted, finally snapped out of it. When he looked at the two men again, he discovered a ring of white mist surrounding their bodies. However, this white mist was entangled with messy black filaments. These black threads acted like ropes, slightly slicing into the white mist around them.

Dai Gucan rubbed his eyes and opened them again, only to find his vision remained unchanged.

Bloody hell. Good heavens.

“Those black threads are called ‘Resentment Threads’. They are the shackles connecting the owner of the resentment to the vengeful spirit, much like the red string of fate from the Matchmaker God. However, the ‘Resentment Threads’ on these two are encircling them. One look tells me this is artificial post-production work; normal ‘Resentment Threads’ are orderly and wouldn’t be wrapped around the targets in such a chaotic mess.”

Confirming that Dai Gucan could see the state of their souls, Gu Jiaoyang began his explanation. Although he had passed some spiritual energy to Mr Dai to grant him the temporary vision of a cultivator, this function had a time limit. Once the spiritual energy in Mr Dai’s body was used up, the vision would deactivate, and he would return to normal.

“Wait a moment longer and the vengeful spirit should follow them in. Mr Dai, you aren’t afraid of ghosts, are you?” Gu Jiaoyang gently patted his hand on Dai Gucan’s thigh again, turning his head to ask with an innocent expression.

“I am not.”

Suddenly bombarded with this genuine fantasy information, Dai Gucan took a sip of goji berry tea, outwardly as steady as a rock. Internally, however, he had transformed into a deer caught in headlights, screaming wildly.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to be doing?

Why can I see such huge jellyfish?

Bloody hell, bloody hell, there’s hair crawling in through the door crack! Aaaaaah!!!

Fingernails! Fingernails! A female ghost!!!

I’m going to be traumatised every time I see a woman with long hair from now on, damn it all!

To Dai Gucan, the soul forms looked exactly like giant jellyfish. And the woman crawling in through the crack in the door lived up to expectations, perfectly replicating a female ghost from a horror film dishevelled hair, unkempt clothes, face obscured, and what appeared to be large bloodstains on her legs.

I suspect I’m dreaming, but this seems to be real, because the goji berry tea is boiling hot. It’s burning my tongue.

Mr Dai sank into deep contemplation.

“A vengeful spirit will retain the appearance they had at the moment of death until they reincarnate. During this period, the spirit will follow the ‘Resentment Threads’ to find the target of their grudge and exact revenge. This is what we call karmic retribution. However, most vengeful spirits are usually quite weak. Since they are dead, they cannot physically touch things in the living world, so they can only scare their target, or rely on luck to influence the target’s fortune, causing fatal accidents.”

“Therefore, this is a process that requires the accumulation of time. The longer a spirit refuses to reincarnate and stays in the living world, the stronger it becomes. When it becomes strong enough to touch objects in the living world, that is when the target pays a debt of blood.”

“Usually, ordinary people reincarnate immediately after their soul departs. It is only those who are killed by others and generate resentment who linger in the living world for a long time to commit evil.”

Gu Jiaoyang provided a running commentary from the side, teaching some basic knowledge to Dai Gucan, a ‘newbie’ dipping his toes into the fantasy world for the first time.

“Is all of this… real?” Dai Gucan still found it somewhat hard to accept. After all, having lived this long only to be suddenly told that his world genuinely contained fantasy elements would be difficult for anyone to digest instantly.

“What else could it be?” Gu Jiaoyang sighed. If Mr Dai really couldn’t handle it, he would have to wipe Mr Dai’s memory of tonight and pretend nothing had happened.

“You really are the… fourth-generation successor of the Wonton Sect? A Celestial Master? A little Daoist priest?” Dai Gucan took a deep breath. He glanced at the female ghost standing at the door, clearly targeting the giant jellyfish inside the two men, then turned back to ask Gu Jiaoyang seriously once more.

For some reason, he still seemed to hear Mr Dai saying “Wonton”…

“Correct, but we aren’t that fussy. We usually just use our names. Don’t misunderstand, I really am this age; I’m not some hundred-year-old geezer in disguise.” Gu Jiaoyang sent another wisp of spiritual energy to soothe Dai Gucan, waiting until his heartbeat steadied before continuing.

What else could Dai Gucan do? He just had to accept it.

The goji berry tea cooled slowly, and Dai Gucan sipped it slowly, accepting the situation sip by sip.

While Dai Gucan had Gu Jiaoyang giving him time to process things, Zhu Zhengwen and Old Li, standing uncomfortably to the side, didn’t have the luxury of time to waste. From the moment the vengeful spirit followed them through the door, they felt a chill over their entire bodies, and the pressing sense that their days were numbered became terrifyingly real.

“Master, I beg you…” Zhu Zhengwen truly hadn’t lived enough yet. Most importantly, he was an only child. If he died, what would happen to his parents? Furthermore, he still had unavenged grievances; he couldn’t reconcile himself to dying just like this.

“I can help you. Heaven values all life, and the Dao encompasses all living beings. The fact that you came to my door means we are fated. Although I can help you, a vengeful spirit claiming a life is part of the Heavenly Dao’s karmic cycle. As for the price…”

“I’ll pay whatever amount! Master, please save me!!!” Hearing Gu Jiaoyang relent, Zhu Zhengwen hurriedly pulled out all the bank cards from his pocket, moved to tears.

“It’s not expensive. Just a token fee will do 500,000 yuan.” Gu Jiaoyang sat on the sofa leaning against Dai Gucan, crossing his legs and asking for half a million without blushing or skipping a beat.

Perhaps because Gu Jiaoyang had agreed to save their lives, Zhu Zhengwen stopped shouting frantically. He finally wiped the sweat from his forehead and calmed down properly.

500,000 to buy a life was indeed not expensive.

Including his property, he had about 3 million in total. That amount of money was nothing in Changjing, but it was more than enough to buy his life back.

“Naturally, naturally. Will you take a card or a cheque, Master…”

“No rush on the payment. Do you know who the vengeful spirit following you is? Tell me your story from beginning to end. Spare no detail and tell no lies. If you deceive me, the one who will suffer when I can’t deal with the spirit is you.” Gu Jiaoyang waved his hand, interrupting Zhu Zhengwen’s desire to pay immediately. He cut straight to the chase, demanding the full sequence of events.

Zhu Zhengwen, being the direct victim, had a brain entirely occupied with how to save his own life. Old Li, who had been dragged into this and frightened halfway through, had a slightly clearer head. He stood beside Zhu Zhengwen, looking at the young boy sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, leaning tightly against CEO Dai. In his heart, he was actually quite sceptical.

Leaving aside the boy’s age, take his relationship with CEO Dai. Zhu Zhengwen had exaggeratedly claimed the boy tricked the receptionist just to see him, but unexpectedly, their relationship really wasn’t ordinary. Living together and being so intimate they might truly be in a sugar baby relationship.

CEO Dai’s little lover is a Daoist priest?

Aren’t Daoist priests supposed to be celibate? Does that mean being gay is allowed?

Old Li felt this world was simply too fantastical. It was one thing for ghosts to be real, but for an industry legend who had remained single for years to finally start dating, only to end up with someone so… peculiar.

Could it be that rich people just had a taste for the novel and bizarre?

But one couldn’t blame him for being suspicious. After all, Mr Dai’s little lover didn’t look like a Daoist capable of exorcising demons and subduing devils. He looked more like a good-looking student. His temperament was so innocent; he didn’t look at all like a Maoshan Daoist who had undergone rigorous training and witnessed life, death, and the vicissitudes of the world.

However, Old Li was tactful enough not to voice his questions directly. He only felt a twinge of awkwardness when the “Master” on the sofa opened his mouth and demanded 500,000 yuan. He stood beside Zhu Zhengwen, quiet as a mouse.

He had no choice. Although this was a calamity that had dropped out of the sky for him, if this person truly had the ability to save Zhu Zhengwen, Old Li would be willing to call the boy ‘Daddy’.

“Sigh, it happened like this. Actually, I’ve been taking the blame for someone else all this time. I just never expected that after carrying this black pot for so long, I’d nearly lose my own life over it…” Zhu Zhengwen stood obediently in place, wiped his face, and began to recount the unbearable past involving himself, Zhou Cheng, and Liu Suya…

“…Are you stupid? You could have just called the police on the spot. The police aren’t idiots. They would only need to ask your desk mate or other classmates who didn’t know about their relationship, and there would have been room to manoeuvre. Plus, you didn’t actually kill the person. If all else failed, you could have sent your phone for fingerprint analysis; that would count as evidence, at least. Then you could have dragged it out and let the police investigate that underground hospital… Forget it, it’s all in the past; there’s no use talking about it now.”

Gu Jiaoyang touched his wrist helplessly, harbouring deep suspicions about the IQ of the customer standing before him.

To be forced into taking the blame because of such a tiny threat and then enslaved for so many years he really was as dumb as a pig.

Of course, judging from Zhu Zhengwen’s narrative, the true target of Liu Suya’s resentment was definitely not Zhu Zhengwen. After all, a vengeful spirit’s resentment threads would guide the spirit to take revenge on the true culprit. Zhu Zhengwen hadn’t laid a hand on anyone in this murder case. Even if Liu Suya didn’t know who truly killed her when she died, the resentment threads would have told her the correct answer.

But evidently, the resentment threads had followed the wrong target.

Someone had tampered with them.

Gu Jiaoyang rubbed his thumb and index finger together. This was his habitual motion when thinking. In his original world, he would often hold a talisman while handling such matters, so when sorting through the sequence of events, he habitually played with the talisman paper in his hand. This was actually a habit of many cultivators, and Gu Jiaoyang was no exception.

There was more than one cultivator in this world.

Little Zhi, I think you need to come out and give me an explanation.

Gu Jiaoyang uncrossed his legs, his large eyes narrowing slightly, revealing the kind of ruthlessness he had possessed in the previous world.

Pah. Rubbish world. Rubbish system.

Pah. Apart from his darling Baby Dai, there wasn’t a single good thing here.

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