Chu Qianyu can tear apart thousand-year-old zongzi and stomp into the lairs of evil spirits. In the business, they call him the “Living King of Hell.”
He transmigrates into a cannon-fodder canary with the same name from a domineering CEO romance full of bitter love, a delicate, weak beauty who gasps for breath every three steps and collapses every five, easy to push around.
When he transmigrates, the canary is climbing into the greasy CEO's bed. The CEO is arrogant, disdainful, cold and callous, deliberately humiliating him: “You'd give yourself to me for free? You're not even qualified.”
Chu Qianyu glances at the antique vase the other man uses to hide a corpse. “Boss, your forehead looks dark. That antique vase contains the powdered remains of five-hundred-year-old Gu worms. I suggest you have it examined.”
The greasy CEO: ?!
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The original owner is on the brink of bankruptcy, saddled with a million yuan in loan-shark debt. His vicious landlady points at him and curses, “Delinquent! Vermin! Scum! You worthless deadbeat!”
Chu Qianyu turns around and subdues the cockroach spirit in the sewer. “Tonight, I'll show you what a real money-making master looks like!”
The original owner was tricked into paying for everything, then insulted by his ex: “You're a worn-out shoe everyone has had! You're already rotten through!”
Chu Qianyu swiftly and mercilessly slaps his ex three times, then serves up a malicious talisman package: nightmares, insomnia, and sleep paralysis! Guaranteed to haunt you for life!
Hidden baleful energy, corpses concealed in antiques, a rich second-generation heir mysteriously drowned in a sewer, a shocking murder plot...
The canary, with a peerless beauty of a face that says “keep me,” gets his hands dirty digging up ancestral graves and unearthing urban secrets.
The CEOs? They're all top-tier tools!
Antique dealers, human shields, manufacturers of cutting-edge equipment, ATMs for excavation funding... I'll take all of you!
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The love interest isn't greasy. He's an archaeological team leader.
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The canary, burdened with secrets and desperate to trade information, barges into a big shot's VIP room in a panic... and spots a table full of recently unearthed “local specialties,” commonly known as grave goods.
Chu Qianyu's heart leaps into his throat. Is this a fellow trafficker's den? A fat sheep's lair? Am I going to be silenced or recruited as a lackey?
Instead, he collides with the freshly bathed archaeological team leader, Guan Xueling. Skin like ice and jade, beautiful enough to make the gods jealous.
Guan Xueling calmly wraps a towel around himself, his voice as cold as permafrost: “...I don't need this kind of service.”
Chu Qianyu slips into full melodrama in a second, pressing close to those damp abs with tears in his eyes. “Boss~ Please, help me out! Bad people are chasing me outside!”
Professor Guan fixes him with a piercing gaze, silently protects him and talks their way out of the situation, then lays down a condition.
Chu Qianyu prepares himself for all kinds of demands. Does he want a deal in exchange for his body, or some dirty work?
Guan Xueling elegantly fastens the last button of his shirt, his expression cool and detached. “You're so young. Go back to school.”
Chu Qianyu instantly turns to stone, his pupils trembling: ...?!
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A canary with a Living King of Hell's heart and a thief king's flair x a cold, abstinent, scheming archaeological team leader from a scholarly family
Theme: The Way gives birth to all things.
