Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Chen Zui's attention remained fixed on the tear-streaked Le Ziyou. In that moment, the last vestiges of awkwardness and distance in his heart completely vanished, replaced by a soft, aching tenderness.

Though he found Le Ziyou beautiful when crying, he didn’t want him to cry so miserably—a few pearly tears during sex would be more than enough.

Ao Tian only noticed the dragon shadow after finishing his report: "Whoa, what the hell is this mighty celestial dragon!"

Ao Tian: "Whatever you are, if you dare harm my host, you’re dead!"

He roared with full force.

After roaring, he quickly contacted the technician in charge of the incident: "Hurry, get it under control."

The technician frantically altered the data. With sparks flying and lightning crackling, the dragon shadow lost control over Chen Zui’s body, and the Magic Sword embedded in his shoulder was pulled out by an invisible force.

At the same time, Chen Zui detected the lingering ghost qi in Le Ziyou’s eyes. He raised his hand to caress Le Ziyou’s cheek, and with a surge of ghost qi to his eyes, the illusion confusing Le Ziyou completely dissipated.

However, Le Ziyou had no idea that the Chen Zui before him was now real. His red, tear-filled eyes saw everything as a blurry mess.

He only needed a little love.

Just a little love, and he could believe that Chen Zui’s feelings for him weren’t solely driven by a mission.

Just a little love, and he would willingly help Chen Zui complete his mission.

"Chen Zui…"

"Stop crying."

Chen Zui’s fingers wiped away the endless tears, while his other hand swung the repaired black umbrella, parrying the Magic Sword that Xu Shuhuai once again slashed toward him.

Xu Shuhuai staggered, the Celestial Thunder Club piercing his body causing unbearable pain. His ghost qi was depleting rapidly, and he was barely holding onto the Magic Sword.

But letting go meant death.

If he had known it would come to this, he would never have given Le Ziyou the right to use the Celestial Thunder Club. Now, he couldn’t even pull it out, gritting his teeth as he struggled against Chen Zui.

Yet Chen Zui wasn’t fully focused on dealing with him. Le Ziyou’s condition seemed strange, and Xu Shuhuai had also said some confusing things to him earlier.

The warm, aching tears were endless.

They made his ghostly hand feel as though it were gradually warming with the temperature of a living person.

But this wasn't the time for romance. The hand wiping tears moved to cup the back of Le Ziyou’s neck, pulling him in close, and Chen Zui kissed him.

Even Xu Shuhuai froze at the scene.

Dammit!

Ignoring him again!

What he couldn’t stand, what he hated most, was how Chen Zui completely disregarded him! Acting like he was nothing! It felt as though Chen Zui were trampling his dignity underfoot and still finding it dirty beneath his soles.

Chen Zui deserved to die!

Chen Zui ended the sudden kiss, gazing at the stunned Le Ziyou.

"Once I finish this fight, we’ll continue this at home."

Before Le Ziyou could say anything, Chen Zui used his ghost qi to move him outside the factory gate—though still hovering in mid-air, so Le Ziyou could see him and not panic from losing sight of him.

Xu Shuhuai stared at the black umbrella that was no longer suppressed by him. His ghost qi would eventually be completely depleted by the Celestial Thunder Club in his body. Since that was the case, he might as well expend all his ghost qi in one last desperate move…

Even if it meant being reduced to ashes, he would drag Chen Zui down to hell with him!

Xu Shuhuai concentrated all his ghost qi into the hand holding the Magic Sword, simultaneously screaming as the pain from the Celestial Thunder Club became unbearable.

The ghosts in the distance hesitated, the battle having suddenly turned worse. Even Xu Shuhuai was injured, and Chen Zui seemed full of vigor again. Now, what they were thinking more than anything was—maybe they should run for it.

But they were still waiting, waiting for Xu Shuhuai’s final strike. If it worked, they would join in; if not, they would flee.

Now that Le Ziyou was safe, Chen Zui could focus on dealing with Xu Shuhuai.

He truly hadn’t expected Xu Shuhuai to cause this much trouble, each time worse than the last.

Chen Zui: "Ao Tian, I thought you said main characters can’t be killed?"

Ao Tian: "Normally, main characters can’t be killed, but since he’s trying to kill you, between protecting the host and the main character, our Dark Transmigration Bureau will definitely choose to protect the host. As for the main character’s death, we can adjust the data to stabilize the small world."

Ao Tian: "So—"

Ao Tian: "Go for it—Chenkachu!"

Chen Zui: ?

"Die already—!" Xu Shuhuai gritted his teeth and shouted, raising the Magic Sword in his hand. The dragon’s roar shook the heavens, making the watching ghosts prostrate on the ground, unable to rise.

Xu Shuhuai’s face twisted in agony, lightning coursing through his body. The forcibly summoned ghost qi depleted rapidly with this move, making his body appear like smoke constantly blown away by the wind.

His bulging eyes remained fixed solely on Chen Zui.

Chen Zui tightened his grip on the umbrella. In that instant, what looked like electricity ran along the umbrella’s surface—the technician had loaded another data packet into it.

Chen Zui didn’t say a word, calmly but fiercely swinging the umbrella to clash with the Magic Sword.

The moment the black umbrella and the Magic Sword collided.

Day turned to night, and thunder that seemed to split the sky rang out, echoing nonstop.

In the sky, the dragon shadow roared and charged, but against it stood a wall composed of countless transparent light panels. No matter how hard it charged, it couldn’t break through.

Below the wall, Chen Zui, holding the umbrella, were locked in combat with Xu Shuhuai, who was burning all his ghost qi to deliver this strike.

Le Ziyou watched Xu Shuhuai, seeing how the Celestial Thunder Club made him scream himself hoarse, how he writhed in agony, wanting to roll on the ground. He thought of Chen Zui, of how Chen Zui had swayed slightly when he left, and how he had found him days later, passed out and weak.

He had never witnessed how Chen Zui suffered from the pain of the Celestial Thunder Club.

Now, Xu Shuhuai was showing him.

No wonder Chen Zui hated him.

Xu Shuhuai: "Aaaah!!!"

He let out a hysterical scream.

Chen Zui silently put his other hand on the black umbrella and stepped forward.

Xu Shuhuai had to retreat.

The ghost qi could no longer withstand the magic sword's draining effect, and the sword fell from his hand that had almost turned translucent. The spectral dragon in the sky disappeared.

Xu Shuhuai staggered backward a step.

The black umbrella swung toward him, striking him directly in the face and deforming his features. He spun around and was flung backward.

The remaining ghosts tried to flee upon seeing this.

Chen Zui coldly glanced at them, his eyes conveying only one meaning—all must die.

The scene turned into a one-sided massacre, with Chen Zui slaughtering the malevolent spirits.

The black umbrella swung, struck, opened, and closed.

With each swing, an evil ghost vanished.

Chen Zui was reveling in the slaughter.

After dealing with the last evil ghost, he turned to search for Xu Shuhuai.

After glancing at Le Ziyou in mid-air, he turned and walked toward the warehouse.

Xu Shuhuai’s ghost form was barely sustainable, leaving only a blurred upper body. He turned Liao Ziqi over, who was lying on the ground.

Only Liao Ziqi could pull out the Celestial Thunder Club.

“Liao Ziqi…”

He called Liao Ziqi’s name, slapping his cheeks urgently, trying to wake the unconscious man.

Chen Zui appeared at the doorway.

Xu Shuhuai glanced at him quickly and called out to Liao Ziqi even more urgently.

Liao Ziqi stirred awake, momentarily stunned upon seeing Xu Shuhuai in this state.

“Help me pull this out.” Xu Shuhuai urgently grabbed Liao Ziqi’s hand and made him grip the Celestial Thunder Club. “If you help me this time, I will stay with you from now on. You like me, don't you?”

Liao Ziqi: …So he had known all along. He had just been using me.

Another stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Liao Ziqi looked at the Celestial Thunder Club embedded in Xu Shuhuai’s chest, then sensed something and turned toward the doorway.

Chen Zui was walking toward them.

“Quick!”

Xu Shuhuai shouted at him.

Then he heard Liao Ziqi say, “I have always taken pride in being a Taoist priest, eliminating evil ghosts, and protecting the peace of the living world.”

Xu Shuhuai frowned, unsure why he was saying this now.

Liao Ziqi looked at him. “But this time, I made a mistake because of my personal feelings.”

As he spoke, he coughed up blood.

His legs had already been broken by Chen Zui, and his shoulder injury had not healed. Later, Xu Shuhuai’s sword had pierced his abdomen—a fatal blow—and he had slammed heavily against a pallet.

The pool of blood under him was all his.

“Enough talk! Save me! Do you want to watch me die? Don't you like me?”

Xu Shuhuai shouted, stealing a glance at Chen Zui’s approach.

His face, deformed by Chen Zui’s strike, was grotesque, but even uglier was his soul.

Liao Ziqi was clearly useless now. Xu Shuhuai thought of fleeing, but Liao Ziqi’s hand gripping the Celestial Thunder Club tightened, giving him hope. He looked back at Liao Ziqi—this infatuated fool might still be of some use.

Liao Ziqi was also looking at him. “An evil ghost like you should not exist in this world.”

Xu Shuhuai’s expression changed, but by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. Liao Ziqi used his last bit of strength to channel power through the Celestial Thunder Club.

Xu Shuhuai: “No…”

The lightning within his body instantly doubled, warping his body completely, on the verge of explosion.

Chen Zui retreated upon seeing this.

Xu Shuhuai was still shouting something, but his voice could no longer be heard. Only his resentment and hatred were visible.

And with that resentment and hatred, he was utterly erased from this world.

Chen Zui opened his umbrella and held it in front of him, blocking the impact of the thunder explosion.

When everything settled, he lifted the umbrella, and the remaining Liao Ziqi staggered and fell to the ground.

Chen Zui walked over and looked at the barely-alive man.

Liao Ziqi’s pupils were already dilated as he murmured, “Was I a good Taoist priest?”

Chen Zui looked at him. “No, you gave evil ghosts artifacts to wreak havoc.”

Upon hearing this answer, Liao Ziqi breathed his last.

He died with his eyes wide open.

Chen Zui did not spare him another glance.

The warehouse, which had been in turmoil all day, finally fell silent, and the sky lightened to day.

Blue skies and white clouds.

A tall figure holding a black umbrella appeared at the warehouse entrance and, in the next second, appeared in mid-air, scooping up his pitiful lover into his arms.

Le Ziyou gazed dazedly at Chen Zui.

Chen Zui smiled slightly, saying nothing, and decided to take this little troublemaker home first.

Meanwhile, Ao Tian was coordinating with technicians to code, patch, and stabilize this world’s data.

Technician: “Still having fun now?”

The weary Ao Tian: “Don't push me, or I might screw up the code.”

Technician: “Aren't you being too good to your Host?”

Ao Tian: “We are comrades, good brothers—not just a simple Host and system. When I become human, he will be my elder brother. We are blood-related brothers without the blood relation.”

Technician: "Does he even want a little brother like you?"

Ao Tian: "Isn't that obvious? You wouldn't understand even if I explained. How should this code be written?"

Chen Zui brought Le Ziyou home. The other's gaze never left him the entire way, so he simply sat down in a chair with him in his arms.

"What did Xu Shuhuai say to you?"

"...He said you only approached me for a mission."