Forbidden to Capture Rare Cute Ghosts - Chapter 21
The bedroom also had a small sofa where Nan Deng, wrapped in a thick bath towel, sat.
Lian Yi was blow-drying his hair, using the gentlest setting to meticulously dry each strand.
He had never done something like this before, being very careful in his movements, which took more time.
Nan Deng yawned, lowering his head to rest against Lian Yi’s body.
Once his hair was finally dry, Lian Yi handed Nan Deng a new set of pajamas.
“Change into these yourself,” he said, leaving the room after his brief instruction.
The clothes were newly bought during the day, pre-washed, and dried, including snug-fitting shorts that were the right size for Nan Deng.
Nan Deng’s sudden transformation into a human had taken Lian Yi by surprise, but he had tried to be as considerate as possible.
After changing into his pajamas, Nan Deng found Xiao Tu popping in to check on him.
Even after becoming human, Xiao Tu remained in a spectral form, but Nan Deng could still touch it just like before.
He picked up Xiao Tu, stroking its fluffy ears, “Xiao Tu, you still recognize me, right?”
After the initial panic had subsided, the entirety of the next day was spent in excitement and exploration, with no time to pay attention to Xiao Tu.
Xiao Tu nuzzled his palm, showing no distance despite Nan Deng’s change in form.
Nan Deng touched the hem of his pajamas, “There are no pockets in these clothes… I’ll have to find a bag to carry you in.”
Xiao Tu blinked, hiccupped, and spit out a box of medicine.
“How much did you eat?”
Nan Deng was startled, gently shaking Xiao Tu as if trying to check its contents.
Sure enough, Xiao Tu opened its mouth wide and vomited out several more boxes of medicine.
It stuck out its tongue, indicating that this was all that was left.
Nan Deng gathered up the boxes of medicine from the floor and left the bedroom to find Lian Yi.
Lian Yi was in the living room, where the TV was off, and the quiet space felt quite empty.
He sat on one side of the sofa, seemingly lost in thought.
Nan Deng, wearing his new slippers, came into the living room and instinctively threw himself into Lian Yi’s embrace.
Lian Yi hugged him, then immediately held onto his shoulders and gently pushed him away.
Nan Deng noticed his movements and stared at him in confusion.
“You’re not a ghost anymore,” Lian Yi said softly, “You can’t just act like this now.”
Act like this? Did he mean the actions he just did?
Nan Deng was puzzled, “Why not?”
Before, when he was a ghost, Lian Yi never rejected him, not even once.
Now that he’s human, he can’t act the same way.
Nan Deng wondered if Lian Yi was displeased with him.
He felt a bit wronged and didn’t dare to get close again. He sat quietly on the side, his thoughts clearly written all over his face.
Lian Yi couldn’t explain himself and had to suppress the urge to hug him.
After his bath, Nan Deng yawned several times while blow-drying his hair. He now looked genuinely sleepy, his energy noticeably depleted.
Lian Yi led him back to the bedroom, tidied the bedding, and watched him lie down.
Sitting by the bed, Lian Yi tucked him in, “Sleep well.”
Nan Deng held onto his sleeve, “What about you?”
They had been playing all day, and with Nan Deng now human, he truly felt tired. But he noticed Lian Yi didn’t seem to have plans to sleep with him.
Was Lian Yi going to wait until he fell asleep and then sleep elsewhere, like before?
Lian Yi held Nan Deng’s hand and tucked it back under the quilt, “I’ll go to the study.”
Nan Deng whispered, “To sleep in the study?”
“Mm.”
But there was no bed in the study, just a sofa.
Nan Deng opened his mouth to say something, but Lian Yi, half-stern, said, “Just sleep.”
He stood up, turned off the lights, and left, leaving the desk lamp on and the door ajar.
Shortly after, the lights in the corridor went out as well, plunging the entire area into darkness.
Nan Deng lay in the darkness holding the corner of his blanket, his heart uneasy.
He almost assumed that Lian Yi found him annoying. Otherwise, why else would he suddenly start distancing himself?
Did Lian Yi think he was too much trouble? Indeed, after becoming human, many things were different from when he was a ghost.
Furthermore, he didn’t understand anything, and Lian Yi had to prepare everything for him, teaching him what to do.
The more Nan Deng thought about it, the more upset and anxious he became.
He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, even worrying about whether Lian Yi would kick him out in the morning.
After a long while, Nan Deng sat up in bed.
Xiao Tu, even though it hadn’t slept during the day, was now dozing by his pillow. Nan Deng quietly got out of bed and, feeling his way in the dark, walked to the study door.
He carefully pushed the door open and saw a blurry figure lying on the sofa.
The study sofa was much smaller than the one in the living room and not meant for sleeping. With Lian Yi’s tall figure, he looked very cramped lying on it.
Nan Deng walked over quietly and crouched down in front of the sofa.
Lian Yi immediately opened his eyes and looked at Nan Deng, “Why aren’t you asleep?”
“Did I wake you?” Nan Deng asked sheepishly, “I… I didn’t mean to. You should go sleep in the bedroom. I won’t sleep.”
Lian Yi sat up and pressed his brow, “Can’t sleep?”
Nan Deng shook his head, clutching at his sleeve hem with his fingertips, “I’m sorry…”
His voice carried unease, and Lian Yi frowned lightly.
Nan Deng, with his head lowered, continued speaking to himself, “I’ll behave from now on. I won’t cause you trouble or bother you… Please don’t dislike me, okay?”
He said the last part cautiously, like a little stray cat afraid of being abandoned again.
Lian Yi remained silent in the darkness for a moment, “I don’t dislike you.”
Nan Deng lifted his head, looking apprehensive, “Then why…”
Lian Yi understood. Nan Deng was still troubled by the fact that he hadn’t wanted to hug him before bed, and perhaps also why he didn’t want to stay with him while bathing.
He sighed almost inaudibly and reached out towards Nan Deng, “Come here.”
Nan Deng was taken aback for a moment. His mood instantly soared, and he lunged into Lian Yi’s arms.
His forehead accidentally bumped into Lian Yi, but he didn’t care and hugged him tightly, burrowing into him like a little puppy.
Lian Yi adjusted his hold on Nan Deng, protecting his lower back to prevent him from falling, “Alright, didn’t you say you would be obedient?”
Nan Deng quieted down, snuggling into his embrace.
Lian Yi turned on the desk lamp on the nearby cabinet, casting a soft yellow light across the study.
He brushed aside the hair on Nan Deng’s face, “Don’t overthink things.”
“But you won’t let me stay with you,” Nan Deng’s voice still held a trace of grievance, “You weren’t like this before.”
In his mind, keeping someone company meant sticking close to Lian Yi all day, chatting with him, and doing everything together.
Lian Yi’s eyes lowered slightly as his palm gently rubbed Nan Deng’s lower back, soothing him, “Am I not good to you?”
Nan Deng shook his head, “That’s not it.”
Apart from not letting him sleep in the bedroom and rejecting him just three times, Lian Yi had treated him very well all this time.
But Nan Deng was still stubborn, “But I want to stay with you.”
He moved his soft cheek closer, his warm breath brushing against Lian Yi.
Lian Yi stroked Nan Deng’s hair and asked quietly in his ear, “If I were someone else, would you still act this way?”
If someone else had encountered Nan Deng, they probably couldn’t bear to take him away either.
This was entirely outside Nan Deng’s understanding. He lifted his head and thought for a long time, confused.
But Lian Yi wasn’t really concerned with the answer. His voice was deep and commanding, “Don’t get close to anyone but me.”
Nan Deng obediently agreed, and Lian Yi hugged him tighter, kissing him on the forehead, “Are you sleepy?”
“A little,” Nan Deng mumbled, “I want to sleep here too.”
Wherever Lian Yi was, he wanted to be there too.
Lian Yi couldn’t refuse him. He stood up and carried him to the bedroom.
They lay down together, with Lian Yi turning to block the moonlight streaming in through the window, “Sleep.”
Nan Deng joyfully nestled into the familiar, warm embrace and finally closed his eyes in peace.
Xiao Tu, awakened by the movement, trotted from Lian Yi’s face to Nan Deng’s side and curled up at his head, continuing its nap.
The next morning, Nan Deng woke up because he was hungry.
He opened his eyes and found himself alone in the bedroom, with Lian Yi already up.
The sunlight outside the window was bright, indicating that he probably slept until almost noon.
A set of clean, new clothes was placed on the bedside table. Nan Deng changed out of his pajamas, opened the door, and was greeted by the aroma of food.
The smell was even better than the essence of souls. Nan Deng followed the fragrance all the way to the kitchen, where he found Lian Yi taking the prepared dishes made by the little paper men out.
Xiao Tu was watching vigilantly at the kitchen door, and Lian Yi calmly closed the door, “Go wash up first.”
A new set of toiletries, including a towel and toothbrush, awaited Nan Deng. Not being used to the toothbrush, he almost swallowed the foam in his mouth.
Lian Yi stood by his side and meticulously guided him through the process.
Finally, Lian Yi took the towel and personally wiped Nan Deng’s face and hands.
Since it was his first time being human, Nan Deng had to learn everything from scratch, but he picked things up quickly, usually mastering it after a single demonstration.
Returning to the dining room, Nan Deng encountered another challenge—he didn’t know how to use chopsticks.
He struggled for a while, awkwardly trying to pick up food with the chopsticks, but it mostly dropped back onto the table.
Seeing this, Lian Yi reluctantly gave him a spoon instead and just served him whatever he wanted directly into his bowl.
Nan Deng finally managed to eat properly. He wasn’t picky at all, even munching on spicy peppers and slices of ginger. Lian Yi helped him pick those out, but Nan Deng looked reluctant to give them up.
It seemed like he enjoyed every flavor, devouring two full bowls of rice and still wanting more.
Though he looked slender, his appetite was surprisingly large. Concerned about his lack of self-control, Lian Yi forbade him from eating any more.
Nan Deng put down his spoon and gulped down an entire bowl of soup.
Lian Yi asked, “Are you full?”
Nan Deng couldn’t answer such a question. He only knew what it felt like to be hungry, not what it meant to be full.
Yesterday, when Lian Yi fed him egg custard, Nan Deng hadn’t felt full either; he had just stopped feeling hungry.
Seeing his hesitation, Lian Yi took him by the hand, stood him up, and lifted his shirt to check.
Despite everything he had eaten, Nan Deng’s stomach remained flat, without any noticeable bulge.
He had eaten some food the night before and drank milk too, but he hadn’t gone to the bathroom once.
It was as if the food he consumed simply vanished, just like Xiao Tu.
So when Nan Deng turned from a soul into a human, he wasn’t an ordinary human either.
Lian Yi lightly furrowed his brows, adjusting Nan Deng’s clothes, “If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell me immediately.”
He let Nan Deng watch TV in the living room on his own and closed the kitchen door to let the little paper men wash the dishes.
Nan Deng had liked watching TV when he was a ghost, but now he wasn’t as interested. Since the sun hadn’t risen yet, he went to the balcony to enjoy the breeze instead.
A sparrow flew over and landed on the balcony railing.
Nan Deng held his breath, widened his eyes a bit, and tiptoed closer.
The sparrow wasn’t afraid of him at all, almost as if it didn’t see him, tilting its head and standing still.
Nan Deng effortlessly caught the sparrow, gently holding it in his hand and examining it.
The sparrow didn’t struggle at all, behaving like a docile plaything.
Nan Deng stroked the soft, delicate feathers on top of its head and couldn’t resist leaning in to sniff it.
Lian Yi walked over just in time to see this and promptly called out, “Nan Deng, you can’t eat that.”
Nan Deng then released the sparrow, letting it perch back on the railing. The sparrow, as if awakening from a dream, flew away.
Lian Yi walked over, and Nan Deng admitted his mistake with his hands behind his back, “I wasn’t trying to eat it… I was just curious.”
He confessed that he was a little curious about the taste and wanted to lick it to experience everything with all his senses.
Lian Yi didn’t say much. Just then, another butterfly flew over.
There were no flowers on the balcony, so it was unclear what attracted the butterfly. It fluttered around Nan Deng.
Nan Deng’s eyes were glued to the butterfly, and Lian Yi, fearing that he might want to take a bite out of it too, stopped him from reaching out.
The butterfly soon flew away, and the wind on the balcony picked up. Nan Deng squinted his eyes and nestled into Lian Yi’s embrace.
The two returned to the living room, where Nan Deng predictably wanted Lian Yi to hold him, nuzzling into his neck.
Suddenly, he looked up and asked, “Can I still bite you?”
Now that he had become human, he could no longer smell the essence of souls from Lian Yi, and he wondered what it felt like to bite him now.
As long as Nan Deng didn’t eat random things, Lian Yi indulged him quite a lot, “Sure.”
Lian Yi tilted his head to expose one side of his neck and even unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons proactively.
Nan Deng suddenly felt nervous, carefully preparing and selecting the perfect spot to sink his teeth into.
He opened his mouth and bit down lightly on a small piece of skin, applying gentle pressure, but nothing happened.
Nan Deng pulled back a bit and saw an obvious bite mark on Lian Yi’s neck.
This was something that wouldn’t have happened before. Nan Deng licked the bite mark, hoping it would fade quickly.
When he looked up again, he noticed that Lian Yi’s ears were slightly red.
Nan Deng anxiously asked, “Did it hurt?”
Lian Yi stared at him for a moment, “No, it didn’t.”
He couldn’t resist leaning closer and kissed Nan Deng on the forehead.
Lian Yi’s body temperature was rising, his dry lips burning hot. Nan Deng, caught off guard by the kiss, hid in Lian Yi’s arms, feeling flustered.
He clung to Lian Yi’s shirt hem in a daze, his cheeks involuntarily flushed.
He didn’t ask Lian Yi why he kissed him, not yesterday either. After watching so many TV shows, he should understand a bit by now.
This was also his first time experiencing what it felt like to have his cheeks get warm. Although he hadn’t gone through it before, he could roughly understand the meaning of such closeness.
Nan Deng still held onto Lian Yi’s shirt hem, mumbling, “I feel uncomfortable…”
Lian Yi gently touched his face, “Where’s uncomfortable?”
“Hot,” Nan Deng replied, “I want to wash my face with cold water.”
Lian Yi paused, then led him to the bathroom, using a towel to wipe his face until the redness faded.
In the study room, a communication device placed in a drawer kept ringing. The noise couldn’t escape the room and no one answered it.
At a talisman shop in the city center, Gu Xu snorted coldly, “I told you, he won’t come to see you.”
He was still injured, his complexion somewhat pale, looking like he hadn’t fully recovered from a serious illness.
Weng Pingran turned off the communication device and glanced at him, “You should go back and rest. Be careful not to tear your wounds.”
He had arrived early that morning and learned about all the recent events.
Weng Pingran was most concerned about the location where the Temporal Head had appeared. He also noted that when the last malicious aura appeared, Lin Jiu thought it was the ghost king and led people to track it, and they had gone out to the outskirts too.
If it were someone else living in the outskirts, Weng Pingran wouldn’t even spare a look. But it was Lian Yi living there, who already had a special constitution and had caused quite a few incidents when he was first brought back to the inner court.
“Could it be that he has some connection with the Chaos God?” Weng Pingran speculated. “Could his naturally malevolent constitution be what attracted the Temporal Head?”
“But then, how do you explain the Mountain God’s warning?” Gu Xu countered. “And with just him, does he really have what it takes to draw the Chaos God?”
He believed it was because the Mountain God resided in that area that the Chaos God appeared and that the events outside the city were merely a coincidence.
Even though he was nearly devoured by the Temporal Head, and the wound on his back still ached, Gu Xu only felt that his luck was down.
Gods are always gods. How could a god be at fault?
Weng Pingran still thought something was off and wanted to ask Lian Yi in person. However, no matter how many times he tried to contact him, there was no response.
They couldn’t even be sure if Lian Yi was still in the area.
“If he left without permission, that would be defying the Inner Court’s orders. It would be a perfect chance to capture him.”
Gu Xu wished Lian Yi would run. Their previous plan had failed, and because of it, Zhuo Qing’s soul body was now missing.
Weng Pingran glanced at him, “I know you want to avenge Zhuo Qing, but it was already a mistake for him to bring Lian Yi back to the Inner Court.”
Given everything that had happened, and with the recent events, they should focus on more pressing issues. Besides, celestial masters who practice spiritual arts are more concerned about the growth of their own karma.
The mistakes Lian Yi made were his own karma, and Zhuo Qing’s as well. Gu Xu didn’t need to get involved.
Gu Xu’s face darkened, and he said nothing. He motioned for his subordinates to help him up and left the talisman shop.
After he left, a few celestial masters quickly approached to report.
“Elder Weng,” the lead celestial master said, “Suddenly, a lot of residents with the same symptoms have shown up at the hospital over the past two days. We suspect it’s some kind of infectious disease.”
And it wasn’t just in this area; similar situations were cropping up in nearby districts as well.
At first, some thought it was caused by ghosts and called in celestial masters, but they found nothing. At the hospital, they were told it was just a common cold, but the medication didn’t seem to help.
Hospitals are places rife with resentful spirits; these spirits love to feed on the souls of the sick, with the dead patients becoming new resentful spirits.
“What exactly are the symptoms?” Weng Pingran asked immediately. “I should go check it out.”
At the same time, Lin Jiu arrived at the pharmacy he had visited the previous day.
He had deleted the footage showing the ghost. The shop owner thought it was bad luck and didn’t want to publicize it, fearing it would affect business.
Early in the morning, the shop assistants were too scared to open the store, and it wasn’t until the sun was at its peak at noon that they cautiously came to work.
Fortunately, everything was normal afterward. After lunch, someone returned a box of medicine. When the shop assistant counted, it was exactly the same medicine that had been stolen by the ghost yesterday.
Only a box of fever medicine and some charm water were missing, but the money for the fever medicine was left at the bottom of the box. As for the charm water, it was provided for free, so no payment was required.
The shop assistant handed the box of medicine to Lin Jiu: “Please, take a look. Can this still be used? Should we perform a ritual to drive away any evil spirits?”
Lin Jiu picked up a box of medicine, looked at it for a few moments, and put it back down. “No problem, it’s safe to use.”
There were no traces of malevolent energy left on the medicine boxes. They had been stolen and then returned, clearly not with the intent to harm anyone.
“Who returned these? Did they leave any contact information?” Lin Jiu asked.
“No, they didn’t,” the shop assistant shook his head. “It was a regular delivery person. They dropped the box and left. We didn’t dare to ask much.”
Lin Jiu questioned the delivery person’s appearance and decided to go looking personally.
When he successfully found the delivery person, the delivery person said he didn’t know much either.
“I was the first to arrive at the company today and saw this box at the door,” the delivery person explained.
The box had the delivery address and fee on it, so he simply delivered it.
Lin Jiu felt disappointed. “Alright, thank you.”
A ghost appearing in the daytime, stealing and then returning the medicine, and of all the various types of medicine available, only the fever medicine and charm water were used.
Everyone knows the function of charm water; it’s something commonly kept at home. When it’s running low, people go to the pharmacy or charm store to replenish it.
Moreover, what kind of ghost goes out of its way to look for charm water to help people?
The more Lin Jiu thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He wanted to consult Weng Pingran, but he was informed that Weng Pingran was busy at the hospital and told him to handle it himself.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Jiu notified a few of his subordinates to check if the charms outside the homes of all the residents in the city were functioning properly.
There were celestial masters patrolling various areas every day, and Lin Jiu soon received a report from his subordinates.
The whole area, except for a few uninhabited houses with slightly damaged charms that had reduced effectiveness, was fine.
The residents everywhere were very cautious; they wouldn’t neglect even the most basic of protections.
“Good.”
Lin Jiu put away the communicator, feeling disappointed once again.
But soon after, he remembered another place that had been overlooked.
The outskirts where Lian Yi resided.
The day the Temporal Head appeared, he had been there once. There indeed were no talismans pasted at Lian Yi’s door—someone of his caliber didn’t need those things.
Only a celestial master could confidently control or suppress vengeful spirits.
This speculation made Lin Jiu’s palms sweat. He had no more evidence, just a gut feeling.
It was already getting late into the night; he hadn’t mentioned anything to anyone and decided to head to the outskirts alone.
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Nan Deng finished off two full bowls of dinner again, eating every bit of the food made by little paper figures.
He thought it was Lian Yi who made it, so he praised everything, saying how delicious it was.
When he finished eating and touched his belly, it was still flat.
Seeing Lian Yi stay silent, Nan Deng got nervous, “What’s wrong with me? Am I abnormal?”
“No worries,” Lian Yi led him to the living room. “I’m abnormal too.”
This statement piqued Nan Deng’s curiosity, and he asked, “How are you abnormal?”
Leaning back against the sofa with his gaze lowered, Lian Yi calmly said, “One of my eyes is a prosthetic.”
Nan Deng was extremely shocked and held his face, examining it closely.
Lian Yi’s left eye’s pupil was a grayish-black color. At first glance, it looked like just a difference in eye color, only showing an unusual sheen under the light.
Nan Deng lightly touched the corner of his left eye. “Is it this one?”
He then covered Lian Yi’s other eye and waved his hand in front of his face. “Can you see me?”
Lian Yi accurately grabbed his wrist, “I can see.”
Although it was a prosthetic eye, it wasn’t entirely fake. Made of special material, it could function just like a real eye with hardly any difference.
Nan Deng put his hand down and rested his chin on Lian Yi’s chest. “Why… Did you lose it to a disease?”
Lian Yi gently stroked his hair, “Yeah.”
Actually, it happened when he was fourteen years old, injured by a vengeful spirit.
Later, he successfully killed the ghost and refined it on the spot, but his left eye went blind from then on. It took him several years to gather the materials to repair it.
At that time, Zhuo Qing, his teacher, stood by coldly watching, not intending to help at all.
However, these things, he would never tell Nan Deng.
Sensing Lian Yi’s somber mood, Nan Deng mustered the courage to kiss the corner of Lian Yi’s left eye, comforting him, “Even a fake one looks good.”
His kissing was not gentle; it felt more like a solid bump. Lian Yi’s lips curled slightly, and he held Nan Deng tightly, inhaling his hair’s scent.
At the same time, the communicator in the study drawer rang.
Lin Jiu stood not far from Lian Yi’s residence, but the communicator in his hand got no response.
He had also heard from Weng Pingran that Lian Yi hadn’t been replying to any messages or going out these past two days, staying in the countryside.
The other night, the Temporal Head appeared right outside his door, yet he didn’t seem to care or showed any intention to move.
Lin Jiu put away the communicator. After a long hesitation, he decided to continue walking forward.
Unlike the elders, who held a fearful respect for Lian Yi due to the rank difference, Lin Jiu did not feel aversion or rejection. Lian Yi’s character didn’t concern him much.
He didn’t come here to doubt Lian Yi but rather because some clues were too coincidental, coupled with an inexplicable intuition that led him here.
Moreover, he wanted to see what Lian Yi was doing and why he hadn’t been responding to the communications.
Lin Jiu quietly approached the house with lights on, continuously pondering how to explain his reasons without angering Lian Yi.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
In the distance, the curtains on the side of the house were pulled back, followed by the sliding of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lian Yi walked out onto the balcony, followed by a boy about eighteen or nineteen years old.
Lin Jiu could hardly believe it, almost thinking he was seeing things.
But there was indeed someone beside Lian Yi, at least looking like a normal living person.
From a distance, he couldn’t clearly see the boy’s face. His slightly long black hair barely reached his shoulders, and his figure was somewhat slender.
He was holding a flower pot, placing it on the edge of the balcony.
The flowers in the pot seemed to have been just planted. The only bud was wrapped in white paper, which the young man tore off and leaned in to sniff.
For some reason, Lian Yi immediately pulled him up and said something.
The young man nodded at him, then naturally reached out and hugged him. They left the balcony hand in hand.
Lin Jiu was even more shocked. Accidentally witnessing someone else’s secret made him feel ashamed, and he quickly moved back to a position where he couldn’t see the light from the house.
His emotions were in turmoil for a long time. No wonder… Lian Yi hadn’t had time to pay attention to anyone else these past two days.
Moreover, it turned out that someone could indeed ignore the negative effects of the inborn “sha body.”
The relationship between Lian Yi and the young man was definitely not ordinary. But given his current state…
Lin Jiu recalled what Weng Pingran had said—that Lian Yi didn’t have much time left.
The communicator rang. It was Weng Pingran asking where he was and telling him to hurry back.
Lin Jiu hesitated for a moment and only replied that he was outside. He didn’t mention what he had just seen to Weng Pingran.
He immediately turned back, planning to return as quickly as possible.
However, after just a few steps, the compass in Lin Jiu’s sleeve sensed an anomaly.
He took out the compass, and the needle spun rapidly, stopping in one direction.
There were malevolent spirits appearing ahead, and quite a few of them, it seemed.
Following the direction of the needle, Lin Jiu looked back.
The malevolent spirits were targeting Lian Yi’s residence.
Translator Footnotes:
Hi guys!
First of all, I wanna say sorry for the hiatus. I had a lot of accounts hacked, and this was one of them, I took some months to get everything back, lost all the translation I already had, and when I thought “Now I can go back, start from scratch and translate everything again”, I had a huge autist shutdown and autist burnout.
I don’t know if I already talked about it before, but I’m Autist, support level 2, and ADHD, I have a lot of sensorial issues, I am hypersensitive to high-pitched sounds, temperature, touch, lights, foods, textures, smells… and sometimes I broke down pretty easily ‘cause of all those issues.
I’m sorry for making you guys wait for so long, and thank you so much to everyone who still gave me support, even though I was not active here, and a special thank you to Maria and Barbara for the donation on my Ko-fi account.
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小兔 (Xiao Tu): Translated directly as “little rabbit/bunny.” In the context, Xiao Tu seems to be used as a nickname or term of endearment for the bunny head.
书房 (shūfáng): Study room. In traditional Chinese homes, a study room is specifically for reading and writing.
上次 (shàng ci): Last time. This context emphasizes that the actions from the past are now inappropriate due to changed circumstances.
小野貓 (xiǎo yě māo): Little stray cat. This metaphor is used in Chinese to describe someone who feels vulnerable and afraid of being rejected or abandoned.
气鼓鼓 (qì gǔ gǔ): Grievance. This expression implies that the person feels wronged or mistreated.
小狗似的 (xiǎo gǒu shì de): Like a little puppy. Used to describe someone acting very affectionately or seeking comfort.
生魂 (shēng hún): Essence of souls. In some Chinese cultural contexts, this refers to the essence or spirit of a living being.
小纸人 (xiǎo zhǐ rén): Little paper men. These are traditional paper figures often used in Chinese folklore and various rituals to serve or perform tasks.
筷子 (kuài zi): Chopsticks. Widely used in Chinese culture as the primary eating utensils.
一口气 (yī kǒu qì): In one breath. This expression means doing something continuously without stopping or hesitating.
卫生间 (wèi shēng jiān): Bathroom. In modern Chinese, this term is used to refer to a bathroom or restroom.
煞氣 (shā qì): Malicious aura. This term signifies a negative or malevolent energy often associated with spirits or supernatural events.
混沌神 (hùndùn shén): Chaos God. A deity representing chaos and disorder.
穢首 (huì shǒu): Temporal Head. A significant title or role, likely within a spiritual hierarchy.
山神 (shān shén): Mountain God. A deity tied to mountains and natural landscapes.
業障 (yèzhàng): Karma. The concept of moral causation, or the consequences of one’s actions.
符水 (fúshuǐ): Charm water, used in traditional Chinese supernatural practices for protection or purification.
天師 (tiānshī): Celestial master, a Daoist priest or exorcist, adept in handling supernatural entities.
厲鬼 (lìguǐ): Vengeful spirit, a ghost with a grudge that often harms the living.
煉化 (liànhuà): To refine, a Daoist practice of transforming entities or materials into something else, often making use of spiritual or mystical means.
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Welcome back! We’re happy to see your safe return, though it’s unfortunate what you’ve had to experience.
Thank you for persevering and continuing to bring us joy with your translation of such a charming story.