Don't Summon Spirits on a Whim

When Yin Huaixiang rode two horses to exhaustion to bring back a bowl of chilled lychees from a hundred li away, he heard the news that his elder brother, Qi Fan, had died.

Qi Fan was a great benefactor, praised by everyone for miles around, with the courage of a Buddha and the heart of a Bodhisattva.

Only Yin Huaixiang knew that he was honey-tongued but treacherous, with a serpent's heart beneath a Buddha's smile. One day he wanted coral from the bottom of the sea, the next grapes from the northern desert. When he was in a good mood, he beat Yin Huaixiang twice. When he was in a bad mood, he beat him within an inch of his life.

At long last, the scourge had been taken away by the heavens, but his mother had believed the lies of a charlatan and decided to summon his soul.

Worse still, the summoning worked.

But the thing resurrected in the corpse seemed to be an even more wicked demon.

The demon wanted neither coral nor grapes. He spent all day thinking about tearing out people's hearts and gouging out their eyes, and whenever Yin Huaixiang let his guard down, the demon would drool at the sight of a crowd.

The demon was wearing Qi Fan's body and enjoying their mother's protection. Yin Huaixiang couldn't exactly kill him with one stroke.

So he decided to feed himself to the demon.

Watching Yin Huaixiang take off his clothes, the demon's eyes lit up. He took out a bowl and chopsticks. "Would you like me to braise you or steam you? I can eat you raw, too!"

Yin Huaixiang: "..."

A totally inhuman, wicked to the core bottom × a top who figures that as long as he doesn't eat people, he might as well get up to no good.