No, big sis, does that Qi Xu look like a ghost you can talk to like that?
Not only the senior, even Zhang Ziyue drew in a sharp breath. She feared that Xia Zhiming would keep talking, and then their whole group of investigators would all die right there. But fortunately, Qi Xu did not do anything. It seemed that the words “yang energy” had grasped Qi Xu’s vital point.
She actually descended slowly.
Zhang Ziyue was on the ground. It was hard to describe the feeling she had upon seeing Qi Xu. She seemed like an exiled immortal descending to the mortal world, but the black fog swirling around her made it hard to associate her with the word “immortal.” Yet in that instant as she landed, there truly was a sensation of “a celestial immortal falling from the heavens into the human realm.”
Previously, when she had seen the ID photo sent by the Vice Bureau Chief, Zhang Ziyue had not thought Qi Xu was particularly beautiful. But this scene was deeply etched into Zhang Ziyue’s eyes. Under the enhancement of the black fog surrounding her and her powerful presence, Qi Xu’s beauty level had skyrocketed by who knew how many degrees. Looking at Xia Zhiming in front of her again, the two of them were an unusually perfect match.
Huh?
Zhang Ziyue knew her current thoughts were a bit off, but she could not control herself! The impulse to ship them as a couple had slowly risen in her heart.
【You want to give me yang energy?】
Qi Xu’s voice rang out, still that kind of voice that echoed directly in the mind. These days, relatively powerful ghosts all seemed to have this special ability. Xia Zhiming dug in her ear. “What are you yelling for? Can you not broadcast it to everyone? That embarrassing little secret of ours, and now everyone will know.”
After that, Zhang Ziyue indeed heard no more from Qi Xu.
From her angle, it was hard to see their lip movements. She only knew from Xia Zhiming’s faint voice, whose specific words she could not make out, that the two of them seemed to have reached some kind of deal. The next moment, Zhang Ziyue saw Qi Xu reach out and wrap her arms around Xia Zhiming’s waist. Like a gust of wind, she swept over Xia Zhiming and directly carried her back into the sedan.
After only about ten seconds or so, the black fog vanished without a trace, like the tide receding. Even the massive formation disappeared with it. After everyone climbed up from the ground, they looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what to do for a moment.
It was still Zhang Ziyue’s senior who had experience. “Get back to work, everyone. There’s still a ton of stuff to do. With things like this here, don’t we need to handle it properly? And those ordinary people affected by the ghost taxi and Qi Xu’s whole spectacle, don’t their memories need to be dealt with? Get to work, get to work!”
She shouted “get to work” twice. As she passed by Zhang Ziyue, she grabbed her along. Zhang Ziyue was still a bit worried. “Investigator Xia won’t get into trouble, right?”
“Don’t worry, she’s got nine lives. You see how she doesn’t even care about her own rotten life. Why are you in such a hurry?”
Zhang Ziyue thought of the scene earlier where Xia Zhiming had driven like a maniac, crashing through piles of scrap metal without a care. So she nodded and dutifully followed her senior to work.
While the investigators were all desperately working to clean up the chaos from that night, Qi Xu had already whisked Xia Zhiming back home. This time, she did not even throw her on the sofa. Xia Zhiming was directly tossed onto Qi Xu’s little bed. Although her bed was a single, quite small, Qi Xu had made it soft and fluffy. Even though summer was almost here, the mattress and bedding below were still very plush.
So even being thrown onto the bed, Xia Zhiming did not feel any pain. But the next second, Qi Xu covered her.
She pinned Xia Zhiming down. Her black formal robes draped over Xia Zhiming, and then she eagerly sought a kiss from Xia Zhiming. Xia Zhiming did not resist. Instead, she let those ice-cold lips, which even stung the skin a bit, rub against her own. Then a tongue extended, greedily plundering every inch of territory in her mouth.
Xia Zhiming knew that the current Qi Xu urgently needed yang energy. Qi Xu had acted all high and mighty earlier, but in reality, too much yin energy had accumulated in her body. Absorbing excessive yin energy had left her whole body dizzy and muddled, directly entering a state similar to being drunk.
On one hand, because she was now in her ghost body, she craved yin energy. On the other hand, subconsciously she still knew she was a living person. If she absorbed too much yin energy, she would completely turn into a ghost. So she attracted yin energy on one side while yearning for yang energy replenishment on the other.
One could only say that Xia Zhiming had her completely pinned down.
After sucking so much yang energy from Xia Zhiming this time, although Qi Xu’s mind was still a mushy mess, at least it had cleared up a bit. That wildly domineering, cool, handsome, and arrogant demeanor from before had faded somewhat. Seizing the opportunity, Xia Zhiming flipped her over and kicked her squarely in the chest with one foot, sending her straight off the bed.
The black fog around Qi Xu was like a loyal dog whose master had been bullied. It all turned into sharp spikes aimed at Xia Zhiming, seeming ready to attack her. But Xia Zhiming was completely unafraid, because she knew Qi Xu would not lay a hand on her.
“Why so eager for a kiss? If you suck all my yang energy dry, I’ll turn into a dried-up corpse. Would that make you happy?”
A hint of grievance appeared on Qi Xu’s face. She lay flat on the floor, looking somewhat comical. Xia Zhiming sneered. “Kneel properly for me. Weren’t you acting all superior just now? You even wanted me to kneel for you? Tell me, with all the messed-up things you’ve done, shouldn’t you kneel down and apologize to me?”
Although Qi Xu was not fully sober, the masochistic soul inside her that had awakened a bit upon first seeing Xia Zhiming stirred again at this moment. When Xia Zhiming told her to kneel, she actually obediently dropped to her knees on the floor, looking up at Xia Zhiming. Her eyes were watery, but they could hardly be called innocent.
Qi Xu stealthily stuck out her tongue tip to lick the corner of her mouth. Seeing her like that, Xia Zhiming knew she definitely was not satisfied yet. Such a little yang energy was far from enough for her to recover. If this kept up, Qi Xu’s body really would end up as a vegetable in the ICU ward for life.
So in the end, Xia Zhiming gave in. She let Qi Xu get back on the bed.
But not long after, Xia Zhiming felt this was not a good idea, because Qi Xu had become uncontrollable. The black formal robes and the pink Daoist robe were shed, slowly falling to the floor and overlapping. When Qi Xu pressed her body back on, that excessively ice-cold chill still made Xia Zhiming shiver.
She wanted to push Qi Xu away, but the black fog that had been like sharp spikes earlier softened again. Even Qi Xu’s hair did the same, messily wrapping around Xia Zhiming’s wrists and ankles, forcing her to open her body before Qi Xu.
When Xia Zhiming saw Qi Xu lower her head and extend her tongue to work, it actually did not feel good, because even Qi Xu’s tongue was cold. That icy sensation made goosebumps rise all over her body. But with her wrists bound by the hair and black fog, she could not even push Qi Xu’s head away.
Xia Zhiming got a bit angry and called out Qi Xu’s name louder. Qi Xu lifted her head, her tongue still not retracted, looking somewhat dazed and stupid, like a dumb little dog.
It was just that what she was doing was a bit like an undisciplined bad dog that would not obey.
But those innocent eyes of hers made Xia Zhiming curse her out while tacitly allowing her actions. Amid the intimate grinding, Xia Zhiming even felt that Qi Xu’s ice-cold body had grown somewhat hot.
The first time did not feel great for Xia Zhiming, because Qi Xu was stubborn, full of brute strength, and ice-cold all over. But at least at times, Qi Xu still acted somewhat human. She knew to hold her and take her to bathe afterward. She even carried her upstairs, then cleaned up the mess downstairs herself.
The black fog that had been so useful earlier was particularly handy now too, like little tentacles following Qi Xu’s command, cleaning the downstairs spotless.
Having absorbed enough yang energy, the black fog around Qi Xu had also faded a lot. She finished washing the clothes and even ordered takeout for Xia Zhiming. When the takeout arrived, she originally wanted to go out and get it directly. But a shred of rationality told her that going out now would scare the delivery guy to death.
Even so, without her going out, the delivery guy was still frightened enough. Wherever there was a ghost, it always felt eerie. That chill seeping from the bones was enough to make anyone approaching the apartment break out in goosebumps, hairs standing on end, with their innermost selves screaming “run away.”
At this point, the delivery guy had already sensed something was off. But he comforted himself: There are no ghosts in this world. How could there be?
But right after, he heard a voice from inside the room, like it came from the abyss: “Just leave the takeout at the door.”
It was clearly a fairly pleasant female voice, but for some reason, the delivery guy felt a cold wind brush his neck, chilling him straight to the heart. He instinctively realized something was terribly wrong, but out of the wage slave instinct, he still set down the takeout before fleeing in panic.
Separated by a door, Qi Xu’s black fog nearly slipped out from under the door seam. She carefully restrained it to keep it from going outside. Qi Xu cracked the door open a sliver, extended her pale hand through the gap, and in a strange pose, picked up the takeout box and brought it inside.
It was a close call that no one saw this scene, or else it definitely would have added another urban ghost story.
Qi Xu had just set the takeout on the table and folded the now-dry clothes when suddenly she felt the world spin. This sensation was very familiar. It was like every time she shifted from human to ghost or ghost to human. Her ghost body directly dissolved into specks of starlight on the spot. When she came back to herself, she had opened her eyes and saw the pure white ceiling.
It looked familiar. There were tracks on the ceiling. Confirmed, she was in a hospital ward.
Qi Xu sat up on the bed, checked the time, and drew in a sharp breath. It was already ten in the morning the next day. Several hours had passed since the events at dawn.
She sat on the bed, hugging her knees, somewhat dazed. She actually had not intended to do those things, including but not limited to absorbing too much yin energy, getting all muddled like she was drunk, doing something stupid like parading through the busy streets with a huge spectacle, throwing all her colleagues to the ground and leaving them in a wretched state…
Most importantly, she absolutely had not thought of having relations with Xia Zhiming, and going at it so hard at that!
