I Picked Up a Living Ancestor by the Roadside

Jian Shu is neither human nor ghost. To prevent him from bringing disaster upon the living, he was imprisoned on the eighteenth level of Hell, never to be reborn.

On a moonless, windless night, Jian Shu escaped from Hell, smashing up the eighteenth level and making off with the Judge's brush and the King of Hell's beard.

After that, with wanted posters plastered all over the streets, he roamed the world at his leisure, changing his face every day. Sometimes he was a handsome young man; sometimes a scruffy middle-aged uncle. His look depended entirely on his mood.

As Jian Shu whistled and took his bird for a stroll, he unexpectedly felt a rare pang of compassion. When he saw two thugs manhandling a beauty, he tossed his bird straight at them.

Afterward, the bird in question said: “That shameless master of mine definitely got carried away because of the beauty. The poor thing escaped the wolf's den only to land in the tiger's jaws.”

But Jian Shu never expected that, though he had spotted a beauty, before he could even act on his desire, he would end up in handcuffs, chained to an iron bed.

Something about this scene seemed off. This was clearly what he had planned to do to the pretty little beauty!

The “delicate little beauty” slowly peeled off his disguise. His innocent almond eyes vanished along with it, replaced by a pair of long, deep-set eyes. Thick lashes stretched his eye corners into sharp, sweeping lines.

Cool fingers traced Jian Shu's cheek down to his chest. Through the warmth of his skin, they felt his heart beating without pause. Then came a soft murmur: “I want this.”

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Fu An could no longer remember how long it had been since he last visited the human world. There was still a nail lodged in his head, and even his memories had become unreliable.

Fortunately, just half an hour after he arrived in the human world, a peacock of a man picked him up, sparing him from sleeping on the streets.

But it wasn't long before Fu An realized that the very person who had picked him up was also the culprit who had released him from Hell and left him stranded on the street.

As a result, Fu An found Jian Shu increasingly unbearable. The more he looked at him, the hungrier he got.

Watching the peacock preen in front of him, Fu An licked the corner of his mouth. “You know that when a peacock fans its tail, it bares its backside, right?”

Jian Shu: “???”

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It is said that the eighteenth level of Hell is not the deepest. Beneath it lies a place engulfed in flames, where only one monster is imprisoned. It has a thousand hands and a thousand faces, and delights in eating human hearts.

A reckless playboy who gets himself sent to Hell, Jian Shu, x a seemingly delicate and helpless man whose true nature is revealed, Fu An

Purpose: Even when trapped in dire straits, hold on to hope and strive to create a new life.