When the renowned ghost hunter Xie Qiujun opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a coffin in burial clothes. All around him, people were crying and screaming so loudly that his head throbbed.
Xie Qiujun slowly sat up. "? Am I... dead?"
Then he saw the astonished, terrified faces around him. "And now I'm alive again?"
Looking at the young man who rushed over, hugged him, and claimed to be his disciple, Xie Qiujun clicked his tongue and knitted his brows. He had no idea where this sudden, bargain-bin disciple had come from, and even his memories from before were missing.
To uncover the truth about his death and find the soul fragments he had lost, Xie Qiujun had no choice but to take his inexplicably acquired disciple along to hunt ghosts and earn money.
Xie Qiujun had a cultivation partner named Song Jingnian. They belonged to different sects.
Song Jingnian was cold-faced and cold-hearted, treating everyone with utter indifference. Xie Qiujun could only vaguely remember that after they cultivated together, he had dumped Song Jingnian. All the other details had vanished along with his memories.
Xie Qiujun had thought they would never meet again, but he never expected to run into Song Jingnian at a ghost-hunting site.
Xie Qiujun: "..."
Facing the man's resentful gaze, Xie Qiujun rubbed the tip of his nose, inexplicably feeling guilty.
One day, they entered a ghost's illusion together. Xie Qiujun teased him with a question: "When we met at the Liu residence that day, what were you thinking?"
It had to be something like, I hate you so much, I want to kill you. Exes meeting again, their eyes filled with hatred.
Song Jingnian answered, one word at a time: "I wanted to sleep with you."
Xie Qiujun: "?"
What the hell...
To maintain balance between the human and ghost realms, humanity gave rise to a lineage known as ghost hunters. Their job was to subdue spirits and souls that refused reincarnation and wreaked havoc among the living, then send them to the Naihe Bridge.
Song Jingnian and Xie Qiujun were the eighteenth-generation heirs of this lineage.
Song Jingnian was an abandoned child. At five, someone took him in as a disciple, and his life improved a little. Without parents to protect him, he suffered every kind of cruelty and malice. He was aloof and never spoke to others unless spoken to.
He had no feelings to spare and was introverted and insecure.
At six, he killed a wild beast almost as large as an adult in front of everyone, his face expressionless. As others cried out in pain while stripping the beast's bones and sinews, he merely pressed his lips together and made no sound. From then on, everyone saw him as a monster, and no one was willing to get near him again.
Song Jingnian knew what people thought of him, but never cared. Then, at sixteen, while training on Qiu Mountain, he met Xie Qiujun.
Xie Qiujun gave him a piece of candy and said with a smile, "I consider you a friend."
From that moment on, Song Jingnian secretly kept all sorts of Xie Qiujun's belongings. Every night, he would take them out and breathe in their scent, holding them to his lips. His ever-growing possessiveness spread through the darkness.
Later, when Xie Qiujun asked him to cultivate together, Song Jingnian lied with a straight face: "We have to sleep together, and exchange xx, for it to work better."
They actually did sleep together, but Xie Qiujun felt no difference at all. He complained, "Are you sure that's how it works? Did you get that from some smutty book...?"
Song Jingnian looked serious. "Maybe we need to do it a few more times."
"..."
Later, Xie Qiujun said something cruel and told him to get lost. Song Jingnian watched him silently with dark eyes. Even knowing the truth, he couldn't stop himself from thinking twisted thoughts.
He wanted to fuck him until he was exhausted and could never get out of bed, until he could never spare any attention for anyone else, until he would never leave him again.
Content warning: Very colloquial writing.
Theme: To be decided
