Chapter 47 — The Campus God Who Spat Blood (21) | The Male Lead Strikes Back
Night fell, and the villa lay in silence.
Click.
A key slid into the lock and turned with an easy twist.
An uninvited guest slipped inside.
He kept his breath shallow and moved along the wall, the sharp “eagle eyes” in his face gleaming green in the dark like a predator waiting to pounce.
Nothing downstairs. So they must be on the second floor?
According to the employer’s notes, the master bedroom was on the second floor, with a guest room around the corner. His prey should be in one of those two rooms.
After a quick check, he locked onto the guest room. No one was in the master.
Time for the final game.
He curled his lips in a wicked smile and closed his hand over the knob. It was not even locked.
Careless prey dies faster.
Smiling deeper, he pushed the door open.
Except…
Under the eerie, cold moonlight, the window was stained with a pool of bright red blood. The green curtains swayed in the wind, with a pitch-black shadow underneath.
He froze, following the trail of blood downward.
A pale-faced zombie wearing Qing Dynasty official robes was holding someone and gnawing on them.
Yes. Gnawing.
All he could hear was the crackle of bones being crunched.
The “boss” swallowed hard.
The poor soul caught in its arms already had a bluish face. Blood gushed from bite marks on his neck. His eyelids had rolled back. Those filthy hands kept twitching, pressing bloody prints onto the floor as if begging for help one last time.
The intruder’s swallowing sped up.
The thing moved, far quicker than he expected. It turned its head.
Their eyes met.
Man and “corpse” stared at each other for a long beat.
Then “it” moved again.
On that deathly white face appeared a ghastly smile. Blood and some milky white goo still bubbled from its mouth.
Cold sweat poured down the man’s forehead.
He felt his momentum had inexplicably shrunk considerably. No, no, no, he had to show the bearing of a mafia boss!
“Rrraah!”
With a roar, the hunk lifted both fists in a perfect show-off-your-muscles pose, as if to say: Ghost or zombie, I grew up on the streets. I have run through knives and fire. You hear me? A big man like me is not afraid of anything!
Right, he remembered his mom had given him a safety charm and a jade Buddha pendant this morning.
His eyes lit up. He abandoned the pose and frantically patted himself up and down. Nothing. Not a thing.
He clawed at his hair in despair.
Heaven wants me dead.
“Are you looking for these?”
Mr. Jiangshi smiled and opened a pallid palm.
What the F***. When did it teleport?
The man stood there like a wooden chicken.
He took the items from that hand on autopilot and squeezed out a smile. “Thanks.”
“You are welcome,” The zombie revealed its sharp fangs.
The boss’s eyes rolled back. His hips sagged. He cleanly fainted.
D*mn it, a zombie that could talk and wasn't afraid of Buddha’s light was completely beyond his ability to handle!
“Uh?” The zombie scratched its head.
“How did he faint just because I talked? I did not even do anything.”
The “food” on the floor sat up and flexed stiff shoulders and neck. “He is clearly a newbie. Not much field experience. You scared him into a blackout.” He stretched out a long leg and hooked a phone over, tapped to stop the recording, and huffed. Long legs really were shamelessly useful.
On the drive back, Chen Xi had been scrolling through Weibo and found a live-action cosplay contest. Chen the little sister was a die-hard cosplay enthusiast, and her wardrobe had everything strange and fantastical under the sun.
Considering Xing Ge’s “slightly unusual” taste, Mr. Zombie had been born.
Luckily there was a bag of tomatoes in the fridge. Plenty to make fresh “blood.”
“Even so, we scared him pretty badly. What if something really happens? We should take him to a hospital.” Xing Ge munched a cracker drenched in ketchup and moved to hoist the man up.
“Hold on.”
Chen Xi came over and checked pulse and breath first. “He only fainted from shock. He will be fine. Go change and shower before we head out. If you go out like this, you will cause a traffic jam.”
So the top student also had medical chops.
Xing Ge behaved and obeyed.
He stepped into the bathroom and was about to shut the door when someone slipped in behind him.
“What are you doing?” he blinked.
“Shower together. It is faster,” Chen Xi said, face calm, heart steady.
Ever since they had crossed that line, someone’s skin had evolved at light speed. His face was now a wall of iron.
Xing Ge: …
F***, F***, F***. I am not mentally prepared for a couple’s bath right now!
He tried a dying struggle. “There is a bathroom in your room too.”
“I think the ventilation here is especially good, and the lighting is especially bright. Especially suitable for people who are not feeling especially well.” He smiled, lifted a brow in a meaningful little warning, and said, “Classmate Qi, any other questions?”
“N-no.”
Xing Ge wilted in a second.
What else could he say? As a short-legged corgi who had attacked first, he was very resigned to fate.
The system, which had been lurking, dug its nose and scratched its foot. “You two go on. I am heading back to the little black room for a nap.”
Xing Ge: So you are going to watch my chastity go up in smoke?
System: Huh? You still have that? I had no idea.
Xing Ge: …
Sob. The system had grown far too cold, heartless, and unreasonable lately.
The shower sprang on overhead and drenched him before he could react.
“Come here. I will take off your clothes.”
Whether Xing Ge agreed or not, hands started moving.
“Wait, I can do that myself…”
“Hey, do not touch there!”
“Hello, there are people outside!”
“I %$#@%&…”
Of course, even with General Xing’s stamina and endless energy, a well-prepared someone still did not manage to counterattack and take the top.
In the taxi later, Chen Xi leaned soft and limp against Xing Ge’s shoulder, two faint red patches lingering on his cheeks, looking fragile and pitiful.
The driver glanced in the mirror, genuinely concerned. “Young man, you look feverish. I have hot water and some antipyretic sachets. Want a cup to tide you over?”
Beauty Chen declined, grateful smile in place. “The hospital is close. An IV will be fine.”
While speaking, his hand slipped to Xing Ge’s waist, pinched a piece of flesh, and twisted clockwise at high noon, a perfect full rotation.
Xing Ge’s face crumpled in tiny wrinkles.
D*mn, it really hurt!
Was this payback for earlier?
The little rascal. It was clearly him who had started the teasing!
The driver’s “warmhearted hero” mode switched back on. “Oh? Stomachache? Hey now, you have gone pale. I have heat patches for that. Want one?”
Uncle, with a kit that complete, are you sure you are a regular driver?
Xing Ge’s mouth twitched. “No need. It comes and goes. Old problem.” He shot a glare at the troublemaker and held that hand down on his knee to stop any more mischief.
Chen Xi smiled, deeply satisfied.
Author’s Note:
I heard some classmates were about to mail me razor blades again, so I hurried to post another chapter. Bosses, please have mercy QAQ.
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