Chapter 6

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The fact that Xie Changshi had been unconscious for a month was no secret within the Xie family. During that time, many people tried to seize the opportunity to advance themselves. Yet, to Rong Jing, who had just emerged from a coffin, it all felt unfamiliar.

Curious, Rong Jing half-lay on the bed, leaning his head down under the moonlight, revealing a pair of clear eyes as he asked, “Why have you been asleep for a whole month?”

“I encountered a fierce ghost,” Xie Changshi replied softly.

Years ago, after the Taoist Elder Tai Xu sealed Rong Jing inside the coffin, he left Xie Changshi a white jade dragon pendant as a life-saving talisman and vanished without a trace the next day. Xie Changshi knew the pendant was a precious protective artifact, akin to a red string, always kept close.

That night, when he returned to the villa from the company, the lights inside were all off, and the curtains fluttered as if moved by a breeze, though the air was still. The space was saturated with a dense, malevolent spirit.

Having been haunted by ghosts for many years, Xie Changshi immediately recognized the danger and did not hesitate. The instant he threw the white jade dragon pendant, it collided directly with the vicious ghost. The ghost howled and screamed, its terrifying face contorted as it tore at its own body.

But as time passed, the pendant crumbled to dust. Although the ghost’s flesh was burned by the talisman, it gradually recovered and fixed its blood-red eyes once again on Xie Changshi.

If it weren’t for the red string stepping in at the last moment, his condition would have been far worse than just a month of unconsciousness.

Rong Jing, imagining the peril from the description alone, clenched his fists in anger. “What happened to that ghost?”

“It ran away,” Xie Changshi answered. “It was badly hurt and probably went off to heal.”

Rong Jing snorted coldly inwardly.

That malevolent spirit better never show up again, or he would surely beat it into a ball and kick it around.

“Xie Changshi,” Rong Jing broke the silence in the room after less than a minute.

Xie Changshi looked up and asked, “What is it?”

Pointing to his current half-hanging position on the bed railings, Rong Jing said seriously, “This is a bit uncomfortable.”

Xie Changshi’s mouth twitched.

It would be strange if such a contorted pose, more flexible than a cat’s, felt comfortable.

“Then lie down properly.”

“I want to lie down with you. We can share the quilt and whisper secrets.”

“...No.”

“Why not?”

“Too cramped.”

Rong Jing stretched his neck to look down and admitted, “Okay, I guess it’s a bit tight for the two of us on a single bed.” He regretfully flopped back onto his own bed, but within seconds poked his head out again and asked, “Xie Changshi, can you tell me how you’ve been these twelve years? Any fun stories? Oh, how did your college entrance exam go? Did you crush that eternal runner-up?”

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