Chapter 81: Close the Door, Let Loose the Wuchang!

Chapter 81: Close the Door, Let Loose the Wuchang!

The weekend passed quickly, and Jing Yi's sprain had healed halfway, allowing him to walk again—though with a slight limp.

Despite this, he insisted on going to work.

Jing Yi even admired himself a little. Before his reincarnation, he had feared becoming tainted by the "workaholic vibes," but after his rebirth, he landed a boss as a boyfriend, and the workaholic vibes only intensified.

Jing Yi turned off the alarm clock, rolled over, and nestled into Li Wenzhao's warm embrace.

"Big boss, it's time to get up and go to work."

Li Wenzhao opened his eyes and hugged the human alarm clock in his arms. "You should stay home today. It's going to snow, and the ground will be slippery."

With the young steward's clumsiness, one wrong move could easily re-injure his leg, setting his recovery back by days.

After finally making some progress, he couldn't afford to risk it.

"No," Jing Yi said, squinting. "I have to go. I still have my cheat code, remember? I can help you. I want to go."

Li Wenzhao looked at him. "Can you promise not to bounce around recklessly?"

"What kind of jumpy grasshopper do you think I am?" Jing Yi narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Li Wenzhao chuckled.

Not a grasshopper, but a precious little gem.

The sky was hazy, with a light drizzle and a chilly atmosphere.

After getting up, Jing Yi didn't need Li Wenzhao to carry him. He limped to the bathroom on his own, using it as early muscle training.

His ankle still ached a bit when walking, but it was bearable.

After freshening up, Li Wenzhao had already changed into a formal suit—charcoal gray, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with sleek lines that tapered down to his calves, perfectly matching Jing Yi's imagination of a novel-style CEO.

Li Wenzhao stood with one hand in his pocket, his back straight and commanding, his piercing eyes gazing into the distance.

Jing Yi looked at his back, recalling how he had been shuffled around over the past few days.

He glanced at Li Wenzhao's hand in his pocket, pondering how to casually and without blushing take his hand when they went out.

He was so lost in thought that his injured leg tripped on the edge of the carpet.

He lunged forward and instinctively grabbed Li Wenzhao's waist.

Li Wenzhao was caught off guard and turned to look at him.

Jing Yi let go and, preemptively blaming him, complained, "Why does your carpet have a tripping mode?"

Li Wenzhao didn't respond, just steadied him. After a few seconds, he ruffled Jing Yi's hair and said, "You woke up five minutes earlier than usual today. Our Jing Butler might be suffering from morning grogginess."

Starting to babble already.

Jing Yi: "..."

Jing Yi magnanimously chose not to argue. He leaned forward, trying to see what grand vista Li Wenzhao was admiring, but all he saw was a little box in front of him.

Jing Yi: "What is this?"

Li Wenzhao picked up the box, his lowered eyes focused intently. "This is for you."

Wow, he even got him a gift.

That's really thoughtful.

"I was going to give it to you in a few days," Li Wenzhao said. "But now works too. Open it and see."

Jing Yi quickly opened the box. Inside, there was no gold, silver, or anything shiny.

Just a plain black USB drive.

Jing Yi pulled it out. "What is this?"

"Everything I own."

Jing Yi's hand felt heavy, as if he could barely grasp such a small object.

He held the USB drive and stared at it. "Now they have USB drives for storing money?"

This world is really advanced.

Considering the current situation, the relationship between Li Wenzhao and Shen Shubai has reached its final stage. He knows all too well how cunning Shen Shubai is, afraid that any mistake could lead the Li family to ruin.

He had been carefully planning for months, but as the decisive moment neared, he couldn't help feeling a bit sad.

Time had quietly brought them to the brink of the Li Corporation's downfall. One wrong move could mean his defeat.

So he had already prepared an escape plan for both himself and Jing Yi. He needed the USB drive to be in Jing Yi's hands to feel secure.

Jing Yi looked up and saw the worry in Li Wenzhao's eyes.

He squeezed Li Wenzhao's hand tighter.

"Li Wenzhao."

Li Wenzhao was surprised; it was the first time Jing Yi had called him that, and his heart softened a little. "Hmm?"

"I've got your back."

"..."

Jing Yi wasn't one for sweet talk. Even saying that much made his face flush slightly. He closed his mouth, snuggled into Li Wenzhao's arms, and nuzzled him, using his actions to give the other courage.

A few seconds later, Li Wenzhao hugged him, his voice close to his ear. "Alright, you're with me."

That's better.

After hugging for a few minutes, Jing Yi, feeling warm, emerged.

The master bedroom was quiet, the distant hustle and bustle of traffic blocked by high-rises and the community garden, making the sound of their heartbeats increasingly clear.

Jing Yi rarely saw such a vulnerable side of Li Wenzhao, his heart felt soft. He turned to look at Li Wenzhao, his fingers involuntarily fiddling in Li Wenzhao's palm, looked up, his eyes shimmering with shyness. "We're going to the battlefield, aren't you going to kiss me?"

Li Wenzhao's breathing immediately became erratic, he looked down at Jing Yi.

The gloom in the sky dispersed, revealing a sliver of light. In the quiet morning breeze, Li Wenzhao's eyes were brighter than the dawn.

Jing Yi suddenly felt a twinge of nervousness.

Seeing that Li Wenzhao was not moving, he rose on his toes and pressed his soft lips forward.

The moment their lips touched, a large hand gripped his neck, holding him firmly, exuding control. Li Wenzhao, unable to hold back, swiftly took control.

Jing Yi's eyelashes fluttered as he gripped the fabric over Li Wenzhao's chest.

Their lips met, their breaths mingling rapidly, weaving an intoxicatingly ambiguous air.

Feeling Li Wenzhao's loss of control, Jing Yi's nervous heart suddenly steadied. He narrowed his eyes slightly, irresistibly wrapping his arms around Li Wenzhao's neck, tilting his chin up, and tentatively extending his tongue for a soft lick...

Li Wenzhao's breathing grew erratic, his arms tightening suddenly.

Jing Yi lost all ability to resist, passively surrendering to the kiss, his hands clung to Li Wenzhao's shoulders, his waist softened, yet he felt an odd comfort.

Until he couldn't suppress a soft, delicate moan.

"...Mmm!"

Jing Yi froze, scarcely believing the sound had escaped his lips.

"..."

Li Wenzhao gently let him go, his gaze laden with desire as his thumb grazed Jing Yi's glistening lips.

Jing Yi leaned limply against Li Wenzhao, gazing up: "More?"

Li Wenzhao hesitated, his eyes clearly wavering, but his tone swiftly steadied: "Let's save it for later."

This could be saved as well?

Jing Yi, torn between anticipation and disappointment, pursed his lips, "Alright then."

Li Wenzhao watched him stagger away, his gaze dropping. Save it for now, and reclaim it with interest later.

He stepped closer: "Let me carry you."

"No need," Jing Yi insisted, "I can manage."

Li Wenzhao clearly doubted him, as Jing Yi still needed the wall for support. "If you're heading to the company, you'll follow my plans."

Jing Yi turned to accuse him: "You're a tyrannical fascist!"

Without another word, Li Wenzhao scooped him up and carried him out the door.

In the living room, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang were already up, demolishing the snack gift pack Jing Yi had bought the previous day.

Overnight, the pricey gift pack was almost depleted.

"Eldest young master, put me down," Jing Yi, upon seeing this, far from being angry, urgently patted Li Wenzhao's hand, his eyes sparkling.

Li Wenzhao, aware of his mischief, complied without a second thought.

Jing Yi hopped over on one foot.

"Morning," Hei Wuchang, who was already engaged in a popcorn fight with Bai Wuchang, greeted Jing Yi in between: "Can we take a few of these gift packs with us when we leave? I'd like to bring some home to enjoy."

Jing Yi generously agreed: "Of course you can."

Hei Wuchang gave an approving look: "You're a good person."

In that moment of distraction, Bai Wuchang dumped popcorn all over his head.

"..."

Bai Wuchang chimed in, "I want some too."

"Sure, sure," Jing Yi said with a smile. "Feel free to ask for anything else—I can get it ready for you."

His agreeable tone made Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang wary—it reminded them of a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken.

"What else do you want?" Bai Wuchang cut to the chase.

Jing Yi grinned, his eyes curving.

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang turned away in unison, refusing to join in the laughter.

"I'm hurt, so I can't go buy snacks," Jing Yi said, shaking his injured foot.

Bai Wuchang rolled his eyes. "Of course, living people always beat around the bush."

Jing Yi just chuckled.

·

Early that morning, when Fan Ming saw Jing Yi walking in perfectly fine, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Jing Butler," he said, his eyes nearly bulging as he scanned Jing Yi from head to toe.

"Good morning, Secretary Fan," Jing Yi greeted with a cheerful smile.

Fan Ming: "Your leg’s healed already?"

"Yup."

"That fast?!"

When he was discharged, the doctor said it’d take at least a month to heal.

"I’ve got some special bones," Jing Yi said with a laugh.

A flash of white caught his eye, and Jing Yi’s eyebrows twitched. "What are you doing here?"

Fan Ming was baffled. "...?"

Bai Wuchang, munching on oden he’d bought along the way, said, "Following you, in case you try to bolt."

Jing Yi: "You know what they say—you can run, but you can’t hide."

Bai Wuchang sneered, "But that’s not your temple to hide in."

"Exactly," Hei Wuchang said, munching on a durian. "We’ve seen it all in the underworld. In times of trouble, it’s every man for himself. If you ditch Li Wenzhao and run, we can’t keep up with planes or trains. We’d have to scour the whole world for you."

"..."

Fine, let them tag along.

Just when I was worried about not being able to save myself in a pinch, this is like having two get-out-of-jail-free cards.

Jing Yi was about to say something when he suddenly frowned and covered his nose, "Can you not eat such strong-smelling food in the company?"

Hei Wuchang was taken aback and drifted to the stairwell with his durian.

Fan Ming was at a loss for words.

Fan Ming cautiously took a big step back, eyeing Jing Yi with vigilance and wariness, "Jing Butler, have you been to the Shen family recently?"

So that’s why you’re acting possessed and talking to yourself?

"I'm not possessed," Jing Yi explained, "I'm talking to Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang."

Bai Wuchang glanced at Fan Ming, uninterested, and drifted away with his oden.

Fan Ming, initially uneasy, calmed down after hearing Jing Yi's words, "Jing Butler, stop joking, I know you're joking."

Jing Yi paused, then said, "I’m really not joking."

·

·

At the same time, at the Shen family.

Shen Shubai woke up from his trance-like state, and Qin Ningning, following his wishes, went to invite a renowned spiritual master from the capital.

Qin Ningning didn’t believe in metaphysics at first, but Shen Shubai had become insane and irrational, so she decided to give it a try and invited the spiritual master.

The spiritual master, who had made a name for himself in the capital years ago, was invited into the Shen family. His first words were that a ghost had recently visited the house, and his eerie tone unnerved Qin Ningning.

Luckily, the spiritual master wasn’t just a fraud. He muttered a series of incantations by Shen Shubai's bedside, and a few minutes later, Shen Shubai woke up.

"Shubai… you’re finally awake," Qin Ningning rushed over and tightly hugged Shen Shubai.

"Ningning……" Shen Shubai's voice was hoarse and raspy, "Who is this?"

Qin Ningning quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "This is the spiritual master I invited to help exorcise the ghosts from our home."

Upon hearing this, Shen Shubai slowly sat up and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Where are you originally from, sir?"

"I’m Zhang Shanfeng from the capital."

"Zhang… Sanfeng?"

"It’s Zhang Shanfeng," the middle-aged spiritual master said, enunciating, "sh-an, f-eng, shanfeng, mountain peak."

Shen Shubai: "……"

If not for the man’s Taoist robe, Shen Shubai might’ve thought Qin Ningning hired a kindergarten teacher.

Why does everyone keep talking about pinyin around him lately?

But compared to the sour smell of the scarred man, the spiritual master's pinyin was much more proper... ahem, getting off track.

"So it’s Mr. Zhang," Shen Shubai said, "I’ve long heard of your reputation. Have you noticed anything, sir?"

The middle-aged man stroked his triangular goat beard and intoned mysteriously, "Mr. Shen, your home has been visited by not one, but two evil spirits!"

Hearing this, Shen Shubai’s heart raced, "Please help us, sir. Compensation will be no issue."

Zhang Shanfeng said, "Money can ward off disaster, no problem, no problem."

Shen Shubai couldn't wait to seek revenge and quickly asked, "Can you help me get back at someone? Using your methods, it should be done without a trace."

Qin Ningning's face changed, "What are you planning to do?"

"Don't worry about it," Shen Shubai pushed her aside, got out of bed, and walked up to the spiritual master, his gaze colder than the ghost from last night, "Master, can you make it happen?"

Zhang Shanfeng asked, "How would you like to get your revenge, Mr. Shen?"

Shen Shubai replied, "I want Li Wenzhao to have nightmares of being haunted by evil spirits too!"

"Of course, that's possible," Zhang Shanfeng said, "Over the years, I've traveled far and wide, gathering quite a few wandering spirits. Their resentment is enough to shatter a person's soul. But doing this would harm my karma, and I’m quite conflicted about it, alas..."

Shen Shubai, noticing the spiritual master's hesitant expression, immediately understood. He turned around, took a bank card from a drawer, and handed it over, "Please, Master, I beg of you."

Zhang Shanfeng flicked his sleeve, covering the bank card, his triangular eyes narrowing slightly, "Consider it done, consider it done."

For the first time in days, Shen Shubai smiled.

·

·

In contrast to the eerie atmosphere at the Shen residence.

The Li Corporation was bustling... almost too much so.

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang, as if they hadn’t tasted human food in centuries, soon after entering the company, somehow managed to sneak into the break room, where the company provided snacks for the employees to relax.

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang acted like they’d stumbled into heaven, so happy they almost rolled around in the pile of snacks.

The room echoed with the sound of chewing, though no one was visible.

Jing Yi, concerned about frightening the employees, asked Li Wenzhao to temporarily shut down the break room.

"This is delicious—cool, with a hint of tea, even better than Lady Mengpo’s prized thousand-year-old Da Hong Pao."

"Chicken legs come in this kind of packaging? How novel, and so tasty!"

"Hey, Old Eight, come check this out."

"Let me see... it's preserved fruit, a bit sour."

"Lady Mengpo would love this; I’ll grab some for her."

"..."

Snack bags littered the floor, and Jing Yi couldn’t bear to watch.

Managing these two, Lady Mengpo must have her hands full.

After being reborn, Jing Yi’s view of the legendary Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang completely shifted. They weren’t fearsome ghost officers at all—just a pair of clueless goofballs.

How they ever became ghost officers is beyond me.

Hei Wuchang heard the thoughts, "Of course, it’s all thanks to our ghostly charisma!"

Jing Yi: "..." Ha.

The light outside the window was bright. Hei Wuchang noticed Jing Yi's slightly puffy lips and turned to glance at Bai Wuchang.

Bai Wuchang: ?

Hei Wuchang made exaggerated faces.

Bai Wuchang was completely lost: "What are you doing?"

Hei Wuchang: "..."

He pouted exaggeratedly towards Jing Yi.

Bai Wuchang looked over. The soft-featured boy sat by the window, slender and beautiful, but what's the point?

Hei Wuchang: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, then loudly said, "What I'm saying is! It's been half a year since Jing crossed over, why is he still in the early stages with Li Wenzhao!"

Bai Wuchang: "..."

Jing Yi: "..."

The air went still.

Mind your own business.

Meddling Hei Wuchang, no wonder you always hook the wrong souls, serves you right!

"We're in pure love," Jing Yi blushed and muttered, "What do you ghosts even know?"

"Li Wenzhao doesn't seem like the type for pure love," Hei Wuchang chuckled. "Are you two really serious?"

Jing Yi was displeased: "Of course! I'm just a bit slow to catch on, so the progress is a bit slow..."

Tsk, why was he even bothering to explain to these two silly ghosts?

Bai Wuchang murmured, "Who came up with 'slow on the uptake'? It sounds way better than 'clueless.'"

Jing Yi: "..."

Hei Wuchang giggled, slightly lewdly: "We can hook you up with some toys, the kind only for you two, on the house, want some?"

Jing Yi: "..."

It's winter, the trees are bare, and Hei Wuchang has gone dirty.

"Keep spouting nonsense," Jing Yi clenched his fist, "and I'll get rid of all the snacks, leaving you two to starve!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black gust of wind blew past.

"Ahhh, this is even better than the annual indulgence party in the ghost realm—!" Hei Wuchang shouted, hugging the ice cream machine, "And no lonely ghosts are stealing my food!"

Jing Yi: "..."

The joys and sorrows of humans and ghosts do not intersect.

He stayed in the break room for a while, watching the two still reveling in the pile of snacks, then got up and locked the door.

Human locks can't hold ghost officials, Jing Yi was just preventing any employees from accidentally wandering in—a scene with no one around but the sound of chewing everywhere could randomly scare a little fool to death.

Jing Yi returned to the top floor.

"Young Master," Jing Yi entered with a flushed face, "I'm back."

"Did they eat enough?" Li Wenzhao looked up and asked.

"No," Jing Yi kept his head down as he walked to his workstation, not daring to look at Li Wenzhao, "They might clean out the pantry."

"It's fine, let them eat," Li Wenzhao glanced at him, his voice slightly lazy, "The more they eat, the better our leverage... Are you feeling hot?"

"No," Jing Yi felt his heart burn under Li Wenzhao's gaze and coughed lightly, "Just tired from climbing the stairs."

It's all because of Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang that he blushed.

Li Wenzhao didn't say anything more.

Jing Yi sat down, his thoughts drifting, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards Li Wenzhao.

From the small office, Li Wenzhao's profile came into view, his tailored suit fitting snugly around his waist, his handsome and elegant features radiating a serious yet captivating presence, so focused it was mesmerizing.

His heart skipped a beat.

Hmm... so handsome.

I really like him.

He clearly has eyes that adore his boyfriend; it's not that he's clueless—Hei Wuchang is the one who's clueless.

Hmph, indeed.

Li Wenzhao overheard the young butler muttering to himself, the documents in his hand remaining untouched for a while, not a single word read.

This was perhaps the most distracted he had ever been in his career.

"You..." he just started to speak when Fan Ming interrupted with a knock on the door, "Mr. Li, Mr. Shen has arrived."

Jing Yi looked up abruptly, "Who?"

Fan Ming repeated, out of breath, "Shen Shubai from Shen Group."

Li Wenzhao frowned, "What does he want?"

"He said he's here to discuss business with you, but there's a man with him; he doesn't seem trustworthy—he looks quite sinister."

Li Wenzhao smiled casually, leaning back in his chair, "Since he's here, we might as well meet him. Escort them to..."

"The pantry," Jing Yi interjected suddenly.

Li Wenzhao raised an eyebrow, immediately understanding Jing Yi's mischievous plan.

"Go ahead and make the arrangements."

·

In the lobby of Li Corporation, Shen Shubai waited for ten minutes.

"Is everything ready?" he asked the person behind him.

Zhang Shanfeng had already changed out of his old Taoist robe and was now wearing a black suit prepared by Shen Shubai. Standing to the side, he really looked the part of an assistant.

"Everything is ready," he said, shaking the small porcelain bottle in his hand. "Once we release what's inside, I guarantee they won't live to see another day."

Only then did Shen Shubai crack a smile, though it was a bit menacing.

The elevator doors opened, and Fan Ming stepped out, gesturing with his hand. "Mr. Shen, Mr. Li requests your presence upstairs."

Shen Shubai sneered coldly.

What a show of arrogance.

Just wait, he only had to endure this one last day. After today, the entire Li Corporation would be his, and everyone would have to dance to his tune.

Shen Shubai gave a glance to the person behind him and then followed Fan Ming.

The elevator stopped before reaching the top floor. Shen Shubai was puzzled, "Not going to the top-floor office?"

Fan Ming replied, "Mr. Li is waiting for you in the break room."

"..."

That nutjob Li Wenzhao always has too many eccentricities.

But whatever, he hadn't eaten or drunk anything for the past two days and still felt weak. If he could eat and drink Li Wenzhao's stuff in the break room, that wouldn't be so bad.

It would be like an early victory anthem.

"Here we are," Fan Ming pushed open the door. "After you, Mr. Shen."

The door slowly opened.

Shen Shubai turned to look, "What the fuck?"

Is the Li Corporation's break room a dumpster?

Fan Ming was also taken aback by the scene, but his only job was to bring Shen Shubai here. The rest wasn't his problem.

Closing the door, Fan Ming called for security to wait at the entrance.

Inside the room, Jing Yi snickered, "Shut the door, let loose the Wuchangs!"

Li Wenzhao stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, hearing the commotion, he turned slightly, "Mr. Shen is here, make yourself at home."

Shen Shubai: "..."

Where was he supposed to sit? Forget sitting, there wasn't even room to stand.

"Mr. Li, did your company get ransacked?" Shen Shubai mocked.

"...?"

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang popped out from a heap of chip bags, "Who's badmouthing us brothers?"

At a glance, they spotted the person standing next to Shen Shubai. Bai Wuchang frowned, "That guy reeks of ghostly vibes."

Hei Wuchang: "Say what?"

Bai Wuchang frowned, "Smells like an evil spirit out for blood and money."

Jing Yi stood beside Li Wenzhao, overhearing the conversation between Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang.

He never thought Shen Shubai would show up with such dark motives, so he edged closer to Li Wenzhao and whispered what he heard.

Li Wenzhao's face went cold.

Jing Yi clenched his small fist, "How could Shen Shubai come up with such a harmful plan that doesn’t even help himself? Isn’t he afraid of hurting himself?"

Li Wenzhao narrowed his eyes slightly, "He's lost his mind, so of course he’s not playing by the rules."

"Indeed," Jing Yi nodded seriously, "The old saying is right: when God closes a door, he slams it on your head."

"..."

Shen Shubai walked into the tea room, not for business, but eagerly jerked his chin in a signal.

Zhang Shanfeng understood immediately and opened the bottle cap.

The room turned icy cold, like someone cranked up the AC, and something unseen started drifting around, letting out eerie wails.

The underworld’s evil spirit materialized right in front of them.

Jing Yi shrank his neck.

Modern folks don’t usually see ghosts, but this time it was the real deal.

Li Wenzhao yanked him back, his tall frame blocking the way, somewhat skeptical, "Can we trust Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang?"

Jing Yi, clinging to his shoulder, peeked out with half his eyes, "They should be—they’re government employees, after all."

Even now, they had time to chat, while Zhang Shanfeng sneered, clutching the bottle and muttering a spell.

The bottle’s rim glowed cold white, then burst into flames, and the air was filled with a piercing scream as the freed evil spirit was sent charging straight at Li Wenzhao.

Shen Shubai said from the side, "Li Wenzhao, I’ll make sure to burn extra paper money for you next year."

Li Wenzhao raised his chin, "You’ll need it more than I will."

"..."

The next second, the bottle’s rim exploded, and the flames scattered everywhere.

Shen Shubai, "What’s going on? Where’d the fire go?"

"I don’t know," Zhang Shanfeng rarely showed a frightened expression, sensing something was wrong, "This room’s giving me the creeps."

Before he could react, his neck jerked tight, and he was flung backward, toppling the empty snack rack.

Shen Shubai, "What the hell are you doing???"

"What century is this, and people are still raising ghosts?" Bai Wuchang crushed the bottle with one hand, casually grabbed a malevolent spirit, rolled it into a ball, and kicked it towards Hei Wuchang, "That’s some nasty stuff—it’ll ruin your karma."

Hei Wuchang, though he looked lazy, was sharp at his job. He opened a chip bag, muttered a spell, and sucked all the spirits inside, sealing it shut.

He let out a burp, "You’re messing with my snack break..."

A chilly white mist swirled past, and Bai Wuchang was suddenly right in Zhang Shanfeng’s face.

A heavy, unfamiliar yin energy suddenly surged over.

Zhang Shanfeng was startled; the situation had unfolded too suddenly. He knew he had encountered a tough opponent. "Where did this evil spirit come from! I am the renowned master Zhang Shanfeng, surrender now!"

"You dare call yourself that! How dare you use that name!" With every word Bai Wuchang spoke, he delivered a punch to Zhang Shanfeng's body. "You dare call yourself Sanfeng, and even have the audacity to be surnamed Zhang, do you know you're breaking a taboo!"

Bai Wuchang did not manifest physically.

In the tea room, Zhang Shanfeng's body kept making thudding sounds, being beaten and sent flying around the room, each punch landing with a solid thud, and soon he collapsed to the ground.

Shen Shubai was completely stunned.

Bai Wuchang landed lightly, disdainfully patting his hands. "You scum, you're destined for the eighteenth level of hell, but luckily your days are numbered. I'll be waiting; I'll personally come to fetch you on that day."

Zhang Shanfeng: "..."

Probably on the brink of death, his eyes were wide open, and finally, in the void before his eyes, he saw a pale face.

"Bai Bai Bai Bai Bai Bai Bai..."

Hei Wuchang leaned in: "What's he saying?"

Zhang Shanfeng: "Hei Hei Hei Hei Hei Hei..."

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang: "..."

Diagnosed: beaten to madness.

"Everything's fine now; I'll go eat some raisins to calm down." Hei Wuchang turned his head, and upon turning around, met Shen Shubai's terrified, wide eyes.

"Hei Hei Hei Hei Hei..."

"..." Hei Wuchang looked at his unexpectedly manifested body: "This is bad."

Bai Wuchang walked over upon hearing this: "What's bad?"

Shen Shubai was even more frightened, trembling fingers pointing: "Bai Bai Bai Bai Bai..."

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang: This is bad.