No One Is Allowed To Lay Eyes On The Evil God’s Precious Beauty - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: That Sleeping Body Looked Like a…

Qing Zhu’s brief sentence was ambiguous, and Wuyi didn’t understand.

What did he mean by “won’t die”? Was he saying that Wuyi wouldn’t die for the time being? Or was Qing Zhu going to think of a way… but if he had a way, why didn’t he give that ability to Fu An, who preserved his power? So, in reality, there was probably no way to solve it at all.

These questions swirled in his mind like a tangled mess of threads, tightly winding around his heart.

But Qing Zhu told him not to be afraid. After those questions gradually dissipated, he really didn’t seem so terrified anymore.

…

“Hey, have you heard about that metaphysical super-topic? Do you think that stuff actually exists? Maybe I should start enshrining a few dolls at home.”

“Why do you believe in that too? Don’t make me laugh. It’s definitely fake, okay? Just some rag dolls brought out to fool people.”

In a restaurant, several servers sat in a corner with their phones, discussing recent high-heat topics, teasing each other after a few words.

“Hello, ordering.”

Seeing a customer arrive, several people stood up reluctantly. Seeing a newcomer in an apron nearby, they said casually, “Xiao Fen, go take the customer’s order.”

The young girl looked up, hurriedly stepped forward to clear the table, and forced a smile to introduce the dishes to the customer.

“See? Isn’t she doing fine? Yet she’s always asking questions all day.”

“Studying and working in the big city, she probably thinks she’s a city person now.”

“Stop it. If she hears you, she’ll come over to argue again. She smells like sour sweat.”

“Eww, I still have to eat later. Stop talking!”

The server nearby heard them. As she straightened up, she raised her hand and sniffed herself.

There was no smell.

After a day’s labor, the new server was left alone to clean up. The old employees at the door chatted and joked while playing on their phones, planning where to go after work.

“This shitty shift is exhausting. One day I’m going to quit.”

“Yeah, once I save some money, I’m going traveling. Where do you guys think is good in the summer…”

“The inside is cleaned.”

An ill-timed voice rang out. The people outside turned around and went in to grab their things.

“You lock up. We’re heading back first.”

After greeting her, they dispersed and left through different paths.

The sign lights were turned off. As the main door closed, hurried footsteps echoed in the long alleyway.

The man who had taken off his shop apron lit a cigarette and walked with two others toward the nearest intersection via a shortcut.

“Sigh, I say night life shouldn’t be wasted. Anyway, no one is sleepy now. How about we go to a bar to play? I’ll treat you to a meal afterward.”

“Forget it, I’m exhausted. Working this shitty job every day…”

Before he could finish, something suddenly crashed down from overhead. Accompanied by a foul stench, a mess of wet and dry waste landed squarely on their heads.

“AAAAHHH! What the hell is this!”

The group instantly fell into chaos, shaking and kicking the items away, but they were still covered in the foul-smelling liquid.

“There’s someone up there!”

Everyone squinted their eyes, stinging from the sewage, and looked up. They only saw a dark figure drop a trash can and vanish as if fleeing.

When they hurriedly turned on their flashlights, they realized the ground was covered in broken trash bags. Kitchen waste and fruit peels emitted a nauseating stench.

“Who is so uncivilized!”

“Disgusting!”

On the dark and silent long street, only a few cars flickered past. The girl, wearing a thin cotton jacket, ran faster and faster along the tree-shadowed sidewalk.

The malicious, quiet sarcasm was no longer in her ears. There was only the sound of the biting wind rushing past and her own frantic gasps.

Vaguely, this endless long street seemed to become vibrant and colorful, changing from a filthy, dark, foul-smelling path into a magnificent, dreamlike ladder to the sky.

After running for who knows how long, her speed gradually slowed. Her heart throbbed as if it were about to jump straight out of her throat.

Her arm slowly dropped, and she gripped the black “coal ball” doll hanging from her phone case.

In this moment bordering on suffocation, this tiny doll seemed to give her infinite strength, breeding the courage to leave this place once again.

Ding-dong.

The phone notification rang abruptly. On the dead-silent late-night street, it was so sudden it made her heart tremble.

Recruitment App: Your resume submitted to Xiu Xiu Dessert Shop has been replied to. Please check it in time.

…

“Parents divorced, both have their own families. She finished university herself, but because of her major, finding a job was extremely difficult. So she chose what she wanted to try…”

In the office, Wen Ya listened to the story Wuyi told, her hands on the desk gradually tightening into fists.

“Those colleagues of hers are such trash! They’re all out here working—how can they marginalize someone like that? A bunch of jerks!”

Wuyi was clumsy with words. Hearing her sharp cursing, he hurriedly clapped: “Exactly, exactly!”

Wen Ya had a good venting session. After finishing her rant, she sat opposite the desk, took a large gulp from her water glass, and asked, “So how is she now?”

Wuyi tapped his phone to look at a new message, then flashed her a bright, red-lipped, white-toothed smile. “She’s already at the door. She’s here for an interview today. You show her the ropes.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Ya was momentarily stunned, then ecstatic.

“Holy crap! Boss, you’re the best!”

Wuyi felt very proud inside but didn’t show it. He only said calmly, “There are still two rooms in the dormitory, right? Let her choose one for herself. We’ll need to hire one more drink specialist later, then we’re full.”

“Got it! I promise to manage it well.”

Wen Ya couldn’t wait and ran out to meet the person.

Once the office was empty, Wuyi suddenly let out a sigh of relief and slumped into the soft sofa chair.

“Exhausted.”

A wisp of black mist landed on his forehead, probed for two seconds, and left.

“A slight fever.”

“Sigh, too much fatigue. I’m never going out in the middle of the night to find someone again. It’s way too cold after winter starts.” As Wuyi spoke, he couldn’t help but recall the scenes from yesterday. “But when I gave her the doll, I didn’t expect her personality to be so fierce. Luckily she just threw a pile of trash on their heads instead of the whole trash can, otherwise, someone might have died.”

Qing Zhu didn’t speak, continuing to drape lazily over his wrist.

Wuyi recalled the images he saw last night and felt unsatisfied. “But was the doll you gave this time a bit off? I feel like she didn’t get good luck, but rather a shot of adrenaline.”

“To a certain extent, it increases self-recognition.”

Wuyi understood a bit. He said huffily, “Sigh, hateful work, destroying people’s self-confidence.”

Qing Zhu had never worked a job and offered no comment on this.

A moment later, Wen Ya came in with the new employee.

“Boss, this is Lin Fenran. I brought her to meet you.”

“Hello, Boss.”

Wuyi looked over and found that the girl he had seen just two days ago had actually cut her hair into a neat ear-length bob. She looked very brisk. Her greeting to him showed nervousness, but no fear.

Her state was quite good.

“Good. Wen Ya, train her well so she can graduate early.”

“Yes!”

Wen Ya giggled, took Lin Fenran’s hand, and went out.

After closing the door, Lin Fenran let out a sigh of relief. She had already been taken by Wen Ya to tour this beautiful dessert house, but the thought that she would be working here from now on still gave her a sense of unreality.

“Sister Ya, was that our shop’s boss just now? He looks so young.”

Wen Ya stifled a laugh and said, “Yeah, he’s really rich and a very good person. Don’t mind our ordinary salary—the bonuses are huge, there are many holidays, and there are other benefits I’ll tell you about slowly…”

Lin Fenran nodded and followed her to familiarize herself with the order process.

…

Inside the office, Wuyi looked at the topographical map he asked A-Mu for and drew a circle at one spot.

“Their home has no surveillance blind spots, but it doesn’t matter if we’re discovered. They can’t stare at the monitors all the time anyway. Brother A-Mu said this spot is easier to climb over. We’ll just exit through the yard gate when we leave. We need to be quick.”

He was seriously analyzing the plan to sneak into the Qin house the day after tomorrow. The little snake on the table glided in another direction.

“Do you call everyone ‘Brother’?”

A very cold voice.

Wuyi didn’t understand how the topic suddenly shifted here. He said honestly, “Because they’re all older than me. Originally I called him Uncle, but he wouldn’t let me. If I ever meet someone younger than me, it’ll be his turn to call me Brother.”

“…It will be hard to meet such a person.”

Wuyi couldn’t stand his sarcasm and wracked his brain to think of someone: “Chen Yaya calls me Brother!”

Qing Zhu let out a cold laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Wuyi was a bit embarrassed, his face turning red. “Are you even listening to me talk?”

Qing Zhu had no objection to the plan. However, mentioning someone he hadn’t seen in a long time made Wuyi remember Chen Yaya’s lonely appearance in that deserted factory area as he packed his things to go to the Fu house for dinner.

Every year at Spring Festival, the orphanage becomes very lively. But at the same time, the contrast of uniqueness and loneliness becomes even more obvious.

“After the Qin family matter is settled, let’s go visit Chen Yaya at the orphanage.”

Counting it up, this should be her first New Year at the orphanage. She must be very unaccustomed to it.

Qing Zhu didn’t say yes or no, which Wuyi found strange.

A short while later, he arrived at the Fu house. He jumped out of the car and saw a small figure huddled in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the yard, and he suddenly understood something.

Running in with large strides, he used his fingerprint to open the door. Crossing the foyer, he saw the round little girl rush over and hug his leg, looking up at him with eyes like black obsidian.

“Brother!”

Chen Yaya called him crisply.

Wuyi was surprised and delighted: “Why are you here?”

He guessed something but didn’t dare be sure.

Until Cen Yue came over from the living room, saw the harmonious atmosphere, and spoke with a smile: “After I heard you tell Yaya’s story, I went to see her from time to time. We hit it off, so I decided to adopt her. I thought I’d give you a surprise too. Who knew the procedures would take so long, but fortunately, I brought her home before the New Year.”

Wuyi’s eyes lit up instantly. “Auntie Cen, you’re so good!”

“Mama is the best.” Chen Yaya had already changed how she addressed her. Though still a bit shy, her trust in Cen Yue was genuine.

At this time, Fu Liuye also returned. Opening the door, he saw the whole family crowded at the entrance.

“Big Brother!” Chen Yaya called him again, opening her arms.

Fu Liuye leaned down to pick up Chen Yaya and used his other hand to smooth Wuyi’s hair at the back of his head.

“A bit of dust.”

Wuyi shook his head and giggled at him.

Cen Yue felt the warm atmosphere at home and couldn’t help but smile. The gloom from being ill a few days ago was finally swept away.

At the dinner table, Cen Yue shared: “I asked Yaya her opinion and changed her name. She’ll take my surname and be called Cen Jin. Cen Jin (a bright future)—what do you think?”

Wuyi naturally nodded: “It sounds lovely.”

Fu Liuye also followed with a nod. “It works. It has a good meaning and is easy to call.”

“Cen Jin.” The little girl softly repeated her own name. The confusion on her innocent face was quickly dispersed by joy. “I really like this name too!”

After dinner, Cen Yue took Wuyi to visit the room prepared for Cen Jin. It was styled in pale lotus colors, not overly childish, and had everything it should.

“Originally I wanted to make a princess room for Jin Jin, but she said she didn’t like that style, so I just designed it in this ordinary fashion.”

Wuyi glanced over: “It’s very pretty. As long as she likes it.”

Actually, having experienced so much, he also knew that Cen Jin wasn’t as naive as ordinary children. Perhaps she really had moved past that childishness, or perhaps she was still restrained because she was new to the home. In any case, time would smooth everything over.

No need to rush.

That night, Wuyi stayed at the Fu house.

Fu Liuye worked late in the study. After turning off the computer, his face showed exhaustion. He raised his hand to rub his aching temples and, touching his phone, his expression turned serious as if remembering some business.

He opened his Weibo app, checked into the Doll Guardian super-topic with his own account, and scrolled through the new trending posts.

This had clearly become an online prayer site. Many people whose work, studies, or lives were going poorly posted here regularly. While venting, they would also receive comfort and advice from old fans.

He randomly clicked on one and saw the poster was complaining about physical discomfort.

He checked the location and sent a private message, recommending the most professional hospital in Yunjing for heart treatment.

Just as the message was sent, there was a soft knock on the door.

At this hour, Cen Yue and Cen Jin were already asleep. Guessing who was outside the door, Fu Liuye’s furrowed brow suddenly relaxed, and a look of ease appeared on his face.

He stood up directly to open the door. Outside was indeed Wuyi, who had already showered and changed into pajamas.

His hair rested smoothly on his forehead. The strands at the back of his head were getting a bit long, brushing against his neck, making him look even smaller.

“Brother, are you still busy?” Wuyi still had that very well-behaved look.

“Finished. Come in.”

Fu Liuye stepped aside. After he entered the study, he closed the door.

Wuyi sat on the small sofa with his legs together. The dark leather sofa made his skin look even fairer. His fingers resting on his knees were translucent and slender, beautiful like meticulously carved instruments.

“It’s so late. Do you need something?”

Fu Liuye sat opposite him.

“Mmm… I have something to do tomorrow, and I might need someone to help me.” Wuyi was conflicted, afraid of being discovered. “It’s not a big deal! Just moving some things. I can’t move them by myself.”

He thought it was something major.

Fu Liuye’s expression softened. “I’ll find someone to help you. What time tomorrow?”

“Evening.”

“Okay, I’ll have them contact you. Are two people enough?”

“Enough.” Wuyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Liuye remembered something else: “I found a delicious restaurant recently. I wanted to ask if you’d go tomorrow night. Since you’re busy, I’ll book another time.”

Wuyi felt embarrassed upon hearing this. “Then next time, I’ll treat you.”

This look of his made Fu Liuye want to laugh. “No need. How can a brother ask his younger brother to pay for a meal? Just let me know when you’re free.”

“Okay!”

…

The next day, the plan planned for many days was finally implemented.

Arriving near the community by car, to be safe, Wuyi didn’t let the car get near the Qin house. Instead, they stopped at A-Mu’s door. He changed his clothes and walked the rest of the way.

“Is everyone really gone?”

The sky was dark. Wuyi looked out from outside the yard. The large hood of his cloak sat on his head, obstructing his vision slightly.

To ensure the Qin family hadn’t placed any strange things as defenses, Qing Zhu did not transform. Instead, he continued to rest on his wrist in the form of a jade bracelet.

“Go in.”

Wuyi nodded, circled around the yard, found the spot he had marked on the map, and climbed over the wall.

Everything went smoothly. Although they encountered some resistance at the main door, Qing Zhu acted and easily opened that high-security door.

“It’s so dark.”

Wuyi clicked on the small flashlight he specially bought. Although it couldn’t shine very far, it was enough. After all, too much light would easily attract the attention of passersby outside the yard.

“The Yin energy here is really heavy. I have goosebumps on my back,” he whispered, unable to help looking back.

Fortunately, there really was no one in the house, but there was still a lingering atmosphere in the air that made one feel uneasy.

“Go to the stairs.” Qing Zhu’s voice was calm, no different from usual.

Wuyi liked to repeat himself when nervous. He couldn’t help asking, “Qingqing, after you get your body back, can you use it immediately?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Will you have to sleep for a while, like when you absorb power?” Wuyi’s mood suddenly became a bit low.

“Mhm.”

Wuyi wanted to say something but stopped when he reached the stairs.

Qing Zhu didn’t press him, only saying: “Under the stairs.”

Under the stairs leading to the second floor, there was a cabinet that fit the corner perfectly. It looked custom-made for this spot.

The flashlight beam landed on the cabinet. Wuyi leaned over and touched it.

“So clean.”

“There’s a switch on the side,” Qing Zhu reminded him.

Wuyi felt along the side, awkwardly using the flashlight for light, seeing several hook-like decorations.

He touched them one by one. When his finger rested on the one at the very edge, he felt a slight looseness and pressed down in that direction.

With a clack, the cabinet seemed to trigger some switch, making a sound as if it were sliding open to both sides.

Realizing it was coming from inside, Wuyi reached out to open the cabinet door. He saw the sundries hanging in the cabinet gradually move to both sides, revealing a downward passage.

The dark little door was intimidating. He knew this must be the entrance to the basement, but he didn’t quite dare walk in.

“Qingqing…”

His palm clutching the flashlight tightened, breaking into a sweat in the unheated house.

The black mist expanded, and a tall figure appeared behind him. A cold hand gently covered the back of his hand, patted it twice, and took the flashlight.

The wet, hot palm was soft. Wuyi quickly grabbed his wrist, pressing himself close to him, following him down the stairs.

This flight of steps wasn’t long. Wuyi hugged one of his arms in fear, watching the small door open before his eyes, revealing a spacious underground space.

The light inside was dim. There were wall lamps on the left and right flickering with warm light. Wuyi emboldened himself to identify them and found they were small lamps mimicking a fireplace, which was why they had a flickering glow.

The flashlight shone forward onto a raised platform about two meters high. Nothing was on it, except for two long candles burning in the incense burner in front. The three sticks of incense in the middle had long since extinguished, and the ash remained in the burner.

“Is this place… used for the same purpose as the shrine in the Fu house?”

Wuyi asked softly, then felt it was strange. “But if your body is in the Qin house, shouldn’t they be worshipping your body directly?”

The platform was currently empty. Where would Qing Zhu’s body be?

Qing Zhu didn’t speak but continued walking forward. He stood before the altar for two seconds, then his pace suddenly quickened as he went around the altar.

Wuyi was still hanging onto his arm and was pulled forward, only steadying himself when he reached out to catch him.

“It’s below.”

Wuyi was delighted and ignored everything else, opening his eyes curiously to look down.

He was waiting for Qing Zhu to act and find it himself, but the person beside him didn’t move for a long time.

Realizing something was wrong, he immediately became worried and turned to the dark figure beside him. “Qingqing, are you unwell?”

Qing Zhu took a deep breath, his breathing clearly a bit ragged.

“There’s something I left here. Only you can approach it.”

Wuyi understood instantly. For a moment, he didn’t even care about being afraid. He knelt down and stretched his arm to search behind the altar.

The wooden high platform was cold and smooth. After a while, he felt a bag hanging in the center. Pulling it out with a tug, his sweating palms became freezing cold, as dull and stiff as blocks of ice.

Bringing his hand under the flashlight beam, he saw it was a small black cloth bag. It looked like the kind of safety charm every household gets for their children, only the color was different, and the incantations and script on it looked very eerie.

He didn’t even need to ask Qing Zhu to know this was the item.

His stiff fingers felt like they were tied in knots. It took a long time to untie the opening. Opening it, there was a clump of cut black hair inside.

Wuyi froze. “It’s your hair.”

Qing Zhu didn’t speak.

Guessing that his current condition was poor, Wuyi stood up, sealed the bag, placed it over the burning candles, and lit it.

After burning that clump of hair, Qing Zhu’s body finally recovered some of its ink-like color.

Not daring to delay further, Wuyi bent down and crawled into the small space below, clenching his fist to knock on the wooden board.

Thump thump. It was hollow.

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful pressure descended. He closed his eyes tightly and heard the crackling of something shattering in the biting wind.

Until the commotion caused by that power gradually vanished, Wuyi’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

The altar that had been standing quietly in the basement just now had completely disappeared. A large portion of the background had broken into a large hole, revealing a deeper and darker hidden space.

Seeing clearly the crystalline jade platform surrounded by candles, Wuyi’s eyes gradually widened, and he instinctively stood up and walked over.

The flat bed made of cold jade seemed to have some power flowing and surging. Getting closer, he could smell an extremely faint, crisp fragrance, like a bamboo forest after rain—cool and damp.

As his gaze drew closer, Wuyi finally saw the face of the person on the platform.

It was a man dressed in black. Gold patterns flowed over the thin fabric. His ink-black hair was scattered at his side like flowing water. His skin was as pale as cold jade, his eyes long and upturned, his nose bridge high and straight. His lip color was extremely pale. It was an extremely wicked and handsome shell.

At this moment, he lay quietly on the jade bed emitting a moist luster, without any sign of life, like an ancient painting forgotten here.