A Prize Under Every Lid [Supernatural]

On the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway, a Bugatti Veyron slammed into the guardrail and was smashed to pieces. The driver's seat was empty. By the time the police found him, the car's owner, Wei Hang, had already finished eating thirty bowls of Chongqing noodles, with no Sichuan pepper, no chili, and just a little less scallion, at a noodle shop about three miles from the accident scene. The car crash didn't kill him. Instead, it brought him a clingy parasite that just wouldn't leave him alone. This parasite could always lead him to all kinds of strange things. From then on, Wei Hang, one of Nancheng's Four Young Masters, suddenly changed his ways. Instead of living the life of a spoiled rich kid, he started dabbling in feng shui and the occult. Every day, he would squat on the curb with a lollipop in his mouth, talking animatedly to the air. Xi Fuzhen said coldly, "I'm not the air, and I'm not a parasite. I'm a demon, and a very powerful one." Wei Hang: "...A-a moth?" A sharp-tongued, carefree rich kid bottom x a clueless troublemaker top "Since Xi and Nong have been gone from my life, few in all the world remain true." - Tao Yuanming, "Drinking Wine: Since Xi and Nong Have Been Gone"