Why Is the Evil God Always Ringing?

The evil god Xu Wuxiang cruelly murdered his master and was cursed by the Heavenly Dao, condemned to repeatedly experience the cycle of life and death. The way to break the curse was simple: help the current head of the Zhao family, a spirit-medium who had contracted with him, ferry 3,000 souls to the afterlife and ascend to immortality. Xu Wuxiang: “Piece of cake.” But the moment he met that good-for-nothing family head, he scared him half to death. Zhao Jian: “A ghost! Aaaaaah!” Xu Wuxiang: “Ignorant brat, who are you calling a ghost?” Zhao Jian: “If you’re not a ghost, then could you be… a thousand-year-old fox who’s become a spirit?” Xu Wuxiang: “…” He felt murderous. After they began living together, Xu Wuxiang gradually realized that this good-for-nothing, who even hid behind him when catching ghosts, seemed to be Zhao Yan, his first master, the man he had killed. When chanting spells to capture ghosts, Zhao Jian sang so off-key that even the ghosts begged him to stop. His talismans were a complete mess, yet somehow they could command the underworld’s ghost soldiers. Even the thoughtful lantern-show he put on when guiding the dead to the afterlife was exactly like the one that man used to make. One full-moon night, Xu Wuxiang lost control and, driven by hunger, climbed into Zhao Jian’s bed of his own accord. When his fangs sank into the side of Zhao Jian’s neck, Zhao Jian gently stroked his head and said, “Take it slow, good boy.” Xu Wuxiang narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Imitate him again, and I won’t hesitate to kill my master with my own hands.” The next day, Xu Wuxiang found Zhao Jian’s browsing history: 【Guys, what do I do if the evil god in my house keeps saying he’s going to kill me?】 Someone replied: 【For reference, if your cat keeps making noise, obviously you give him a thorough petting!】 The evil god himself: “???” * In his previous life, Zhao Yan took in an evil god. The man was breathtakingly beautiful, aloof, and well-behaved. Who could have guessed that just as Zhao Yan was about to ascend, the man would stab him in the back, leaving him devoured by ten thousand ghosts until not a trace of his bones remained? Reborn a thousand years later, he woke up as Zhao Jian, the famous good-for-nothing of a family of spirit-mediums. Revenge and take back everything? No, no. He just wanted to tease the evil god until he bristled. And, as a bonus, break the curse that had forced the evil god to endure a thousand years of reincarnation. He thought he could remain untouched by karma, detached from the mortal world, with nothing to weigh him down. But when Xu Wuxiang learned his true identity and looked at him with reddened eyes, Zhao Jian couldn’t help murmuring tenderly, “Still want to kill your master? I won’t resist.” Xu Wuxiang: “Zhao Jian, you really are heartless.” Zhao Jian kissed his evil god. As it turned out, he had met his destined calamity long ago. Chinese dreamcore + cozy healing Happy ending, one-on-one, urban paranormal episodic story, with an identity reveal A seemingly goofy and unreliable but actually gentle, divinely minded spirit-medium top × an apparently powerful and arrogant but actually devoted and restrained evil god bottom 【Coming soon: The Hardest Difficulty of Deception [Western Fantasy]】 Vesper Cole, the highest-ranking official at the Anomaly Management Bureau and a rising star of the Federation, hides a thoroughly despicable, compulsive con artist beneath his elegant, charming exterior. No one knows the truth. Three years ago, he was coerced into stealing a Class One dangerous sealed artifact. With no other choice, he infiltrated the federal government under the identity of a major. In his first year, he distinguished himself and was promoted on the spot, joining the Anomaly Management Bureau. In his second year, he performed an outstanding service and was appointed to take the top position in a crisis. …By the third year, they assigned him a “strongest newcomer” to mentor and told him to pay special attention to the rookie’s every move. But Vesper, who had always been good with people, hit the biggest stumbling block of his life. Vesper: “On a mission, be wary of your enemies and trust your teammates.” Lucien, coldly: “No need. I can handle it myself.” Vesper, smiling: “There are always things you can’t manage on your own.” Lucien, with a ruthless, obsessive gaze: “I hate deception and betrayal more than I hate being helpless.” On the day the mission was completed, Vesper staged a world-shaking disappearing act and faked his death to escape. But he was unexpectedly used by someone else, and hunted down by forces from all sides. Half a year later, he was imprisoned by the student he had personally trained. With a smile in his handsome eyes, the man said things that made Vesper’s scalp crawl: “Teacher, while you were presumed dead, I thought about avenging you every single moment.” “I’ve always regretted that I got you killed by not trusting you enough.” “Now I see I trusted you far too much.” “If I can’t have your heart, then I’ll just have to keep you by my side this way.” The next second, Lucien bit down viciously on Vesper’s trembling lips, his terror and fear overwhelming him. A refined scoundrel of a con artist bottom × a cold, obsessive inspector top Theme: The divine heart sees through the formless; benevolence nurtures what can be.