Bonus 2 Part 1

As soon as the phone screen lit up, before it even had a chance to ring, it was quickly pressed by a pair of nimble hands.

Despite this, the faint glow still managed to startle the half-asleep and half-awake Sheng Lingyuan.

He tilted his head slightly and covered his eyes with one hand, while Xuan Ji's palm felt like a small stove, warming his eyelashes as he whispered in his ear, "Shh, it's still early."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Early my foot, he could hear the commotion downstairs as the breakfast stall closed up at noon.

He squeezed Xuan Ji's wrist and gave him a sly look, lazily asking, "Are you happy now? Are you done being angry at me?"

This person clearly had bad intentions, but now that he had suffered a disadvantage, he was putting on a face that said, "Look what you've done to me."

Xuan Ji was about to criticize him, but when he looked up from his phone screen, he ran into Sheng Lingyuan's slightly red eyes.

The residual water in those eyes choked him, and he forgot what he was going to say.

When Sheng Lingyuan wasn't pretending to be lame and sitting in a wheelchair, he was really out of sorts all over his body.

But he still had to pretend to be agile and comfortable, propping himself up and reaching out to scratch Xuan Ji's nose. "Then smile for me."

Xuan Ji: "..."

"You won't even smile. The clan chief is so stingy," Sheng Lingyuan pushed aside the blanket and ordered him, "Go get me some clothes... Mmm!"

Out of nowhere, Xuan Ji suddenly pounced on him at the head of the bed, wrapping himself around him.

"I've made you laugh several times, can I make you laugh one more time?"

Sheng Lingyuan was caught off guard and almost couldn't catch his breath. He felt his waist make a cracking sound, then Xuan Ji lightly bit his earlobe and whispered in a soft voice, "Brother Lingyuan..."

This address made Sheng Lingyuan's scalp tingle. He pushed Xuan Ji off and held down his dog paws through the blanket.

"You're taking advantage of me, you little rascal!"

Xuan Ji didn't resist as he was wrapped up in the comforter, assuming a posture of surrender. Peeking out from the downy folds, his eyes caught sight of a feather lodged in the curtains, which were drawn tightly shut, casting the room into near darkness.

Yet, his eyes seemed to emit their own fiery glow, fixated on Sheng Lingyuan.

Suddenly, he blurted out, "It's different."

Sheng Lingyuan raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"It's not the same as the illusion," Xuan Ji murmured. "You're just not familiar with subject. The illusion is not realistic at all."

In the illusion, the person who accompanied him was like sweet dew, refreshing and calming, leaving him with a sense of peace and contentment.

Xuan Ji felt as though he could die without any regrets at that moment. Perhaps it was because the one who created this beautiful dream was a seemingly wayward "retired cadre," whose passion was limited.

The person who was visible and touchable before is completely different from the real Sheng Lingyuan. He is like saltwater, the more you drink, the thirstier you get. The residual sounds, colors, and touch are like lingering echoes, cursing and drilling into the bones, unwilling to come out.

Xuan Ji looked at him for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and his eyes deepened: "Lingyuan..."

At this moment, a bell rang, interrupting Xuan Ji's unrestrained words.

"Tsk," Xuan Ji reluctantly picked up the phone, half of his face covered by the quilt, and his speech sounded muffled, "Old Xiao, oh... I accidentally hung up earlier, what's up... ah?"

Sheng Lingyuan put on his clothes and saw Xuan Ji sit up suddenly: "Who took the people there? Wang Ze? He's back... he wouldn't, right?"

He quickly gave a few instructions, hung up the phone, and looked up at Sheng Lingyuan. "Do you remember the amusement park that had an accident in the news yesterday? Something happened."

When Xuan Ji and Sheng Lingyuan arrived, the amusement park had already been closed off and a layer of fog could be seen surrounding it from afar.

The field agents of the Bureau of Paranormal Control had formed a circle outside the thick fog, and there were a few individuals who, despite being warned, were risking their lives to take pictures nearby.

The Bureau had only recently started appearing openly in front of ordinary people, and both sides were curious and uneasy about each other. If they happened to take a close-up photo of them on a mission, it could sometimes go viral.

Xiao Zheng hurriedly greeted them and was taken aback when he saw Sheng Lingyuan, standing up straight involuntarily.

"Senior."

Sheng Lingyuan nodded slightly and walked with his hands behind his back to the Barrier Net of the Bureau.

As soon as he approached, the net swept over with a silver light and automatically opened a gap for one person to pass through. The mist surged up and almost merged with his pale skin, contrasting sharply with his black coat's cold and stern temperament.

But the bundle of long hair hanging behind him had fiery red bird feathers inserted into it, reminiscent of the cold plum blossoms struggling between the snow and dead wood.

Suddenly, the icy back view had a warm vitality.

Xiao Zheng stared at the back view for a moment until Xuan Ji poked him and said, "Hey, that's enough. If you keep staring, I'll fine you."

Xiao Zheng snapped out of his daze and hesitated to speak, "You... um..."

"Hmm?"

Xiao Zheng hesitated and asked, "Is it normal for you to shed so much feathers before the season changes?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

What would a single dog like you know!

"Yesterday, when the Ferris wheel malfunctioned, the emergency command center suddenly received an abnormal energy signal. The amusement park had too many visitors, and they were afraid of accidents, so they handed it over to the Wind God forces to handle it carefully. Originally, they only wanted Wind God Team One to come, but Wang Ze happened to be reporting back to headquarters, and that guy loves to join in on the fun, so he insisted on coming to take a look."

Xiao Zheng continued, "After the amusement park closed early yesterday, Wang Ze took a few people in. As soon as they entered, strange fog appeared for no apparent reason. We sent two search and rescue teams, but they both disappeared. Wang Ze and his team have been missing for eighteen hours now."

"It's a Nightmare demonic formation," Sheng Lingyuan said at the edge of the thick fog.

Xiao Zheng exclaimed, "What?"

Xuan Ji asked, "Is there any construction going on in the amusement park recently?"

"Yes, there is," the manager of the amusement park interjected nervously, "We are building an escape room in the south, which has been very popular in recent years... Does this have anything to do with our new project? Is there any conflict or taboo in this area?"

Since the revelation of special abilities, all kinds of metaphysics have become popular. It is said that books with words like "feng shui," "mystery," and "occult" are selling well, and even the domineering CEOs and scheming princes in romance novels have switched careers to become feng shui masters and metaphysics experts to keep up with the trend.

"There's no need for so many taboos, don't indulge in feudal superstitions," said Xuan Ji, the demon education manager. "Your workers are working too hard, they might have dug up something buried underground while excavating the foundation."

The manager shuddered, "There couldn't have been an ancient tomb here before, could there?"

Xuan Ji laughed, "You think so beautifully."

There was no ancient tomb here before, only the remains of an ancient battlefield.