Sitting at the dining table, Geng Zimo was staring intently at the door of Su Kun's room. Suddenly, he saw the person he was waiting for rush out like his butt was on fire.

Instinctively, Geng Zimo glanced behind Su Kun, thinking that the little ghost had gone berserk again and was chasing after him, but the next second he realized that he couldn't see it anyway.

To his surprise, Su Kun didn't show any signs of panic or try to hide. Instead, he rushed over and plopped down at the dining table. After patting his chest to calm himself, he picked up his chopsticks and said to Geng Zimo, "What's wrong with you? Let's eat."

Geng Zimo: "..." So what's going on with this guy?!

But seeing that Su Kun didn't seem to be in any danger, he didn't ask further. After all, a plate of crispy fried pumpkin slices was right in front of him, the aroma so enticing that he couldn't resist. He had just picked up his chopsticks to grab a small cake, not even reaching his mouth yet, when he saw Su Kun hesitate for a moment and put down his chopsticks again.

"..." Geng Zimo's movement abruptly halted there. He really wanted to roar without regard for his image: Are you going to eat or not?!

He looked at Su Kun with some impatience, about to ask, "What's wrong with you now?"

when he saw the guy suddenly stand up and hurry into the kitchen. There was the crisp sound of the cupboard door opening and closing, and the clinking of porcelain.

A moment later, Su Kun came out with a small bowl of rice porridge. He placed the rarely used small round-mouthed porcelain bowl on the table, then went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of red square fermented bean curd. He scooped a few spoonfuls of the red bean curd soup into the small bowl of porridge and stirred it. The originally thick and sticky white rice porridge was stirred into a red color, looking quite eerie.

"Since when did you have this preference?" Geng Zimo watched his series of actions, somewhat stunned. He remembered that when Su Kun drank porridge, he especially disliked dripping vegetable soup or anything else into the bowl. What kind of craziness was he up to now? Could it be that the little ghost had possessed him and made him lose his soul?

"It's not for me to eat."

"Then who is it for? The appearance is too miserable, no normal person could swallow it."

"If it was for a person to eat, would I need to mix it like this?" Su Kun glanced at his bedroom with a profound look, then leaned close to Geng Zimo and lowered his voice, "Of course it's to make an offering, to please that little ghost."

Geng Zimo looked shocked, "Which ghost in their right mind would like to eat fermented bean curd mixed with porridge? You're fooling an idiot!"

Su Kun gave him a look, an expression of "your IQ is hopeless" on his face, and said, "Don't you think the color of this fermented bean curd juice looks a lot like blood?"

Geng Zimo: "..." Are you sure you're trying to please it, not asking for a beating??

Unfortunately, Su Kun, who had been made foolish by the series of supernatural events in the past few days, completely failed to understand the meaning of his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "Once I've coaxed it happy, I need to have a good talk with it. It can't keep staying here, this horror novel-like life is too damn miserable, it's not good for us or for it, the living and the dead are separate, humans and ghosts have different paths..." While carrying the bowl, he walked towards the bedroom.

Rolling his eyes hard, Geng Zimo thought for a moment and still put down his chopsticks. He got up and followed, planning to observe up close how Su Kun would be unilaterally beaten by the little ghost.

Even if he couldn't see the heroic appearance of the abuser, watching the miserable state of the abused was also quite appetizing. Tsk, fooling people is one thing, but fooling ghosts? That's simply asking for death.

At this time, Gu Yan was floating by the wide open window. The room was pitch dark with the lights off, with only a faint glimmer of light projected from other buildings not far away. The lights from those households could always fill the entire room, unlike the candlelight Gu Yan was familiar with, which only had a flicker of light.

Since learning that Su Kun was not that fatuous emperor, he finally suppressed the hatred in his heart and the anger filling his body.

With the energy to observe his surroundings, he discovered that everything here was very unfamiliar. So unfamiliar that anyone who had never seen these things before, just like him, would be surprised, shocked, and even a little lost and afraid. This was probably the instinctive reaction people would have when seeing so many unknown things for the first time.

Gu Yan was naturally no exception, but he never showed these inner emotions on the outside. His past experiences, identity, and living environment had shaped his personality of concealing his emotions from a young age.

However, in Su Kun's view, this was just being expressionless.

The expressionless and shrunken Great General Gu was quietly observing the outside world in the faint light reflected by the window glass, while thinking about what he had discovered about Su Kun—

In the evening, when Su Kun hugged the watermelon into the room, Gu Yan, who was lying in the coffin slowly digesting this strange world, felt an abnormal aura from the shirtless guy. To him, Su Kun was the source of that strange warm current, and he could feel it no matter how far away he was.

But when Su Kun entered the room, that warm current that made him feel very comfortable and want to get closer was covered by something unknown, like a night pearl covered in dust, making people feel very uncomfortable.

So he floated out of the coffin, wanting to figure out what was going on. But as soon as he saw the wisps of black aura floating around Su Kun's neck, before he could think clearly about what it was, he was stunned by Su Kun's suddenly turned dirty cat-like face. Later, he was so bewildered by Su Kun's unexpected crazy actions one after another that he never had a chance to come back to his senses, almost forgetting what he had come out to do.

But now, he remembered. Although he had never seen anything similar to that layer of floating black aura, when he saw it, he had a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had found some kind of kindred spirit. He hadn't been able to understand this feeling before, but now that he thought about it again, he suddenly understood - what had the same aura and fluctuations as him naturally wasn't human, but souls.

The difference was that they were not complete, only bits and pieces, so they could not show their outlines and appearances, and had no consciousness.

Thinking back to the position where the black aura was floating, Gu Yan instinctively recalled that night when he almost strangled Su Kun to death, and the thing that flashed briefly around Su Kun's neck. In his rage at the time, he didn't see clearly what it was, only feeling that his hand had suddenly touched something icy cold.

In fact, he wasn't knocked back into the coffin like Su Kun understood, but rather, as soon as he touched that cold thing, he was as if nailed in place, all the strength in his body surging towards that cold spot like a flood breaking through a dam.

That feeling of being instantly hollowed out made him instinctively feel fear, so using all his remaining strength, in the instant he reacted, he forcibly broke free, crashing back into the coffin, and even swallowed a hard, jade-like object.

That piece of jade he accidentally swallowed didn't seem to have any effect on him, so he gave up on the idea of getting it out. He let it be for the time being. However, thinking about it now, it seemed that it was only after swallowing that piece of jade that he clearly felt that warm current from Su Kun's body.

Black aura...

The thing Su Kun always hid under his collar...

The piece of jade he swallowed...

There must be some connection between these three things.

But just as Gu Yan was pondering this, there was a sudden brightness in front of his eyes. He was instinctively startled in his heart, but his face remained expressionless.

He seemingly calmly raised his eyes slightly, and the light above that was much brighter than a candle was turned on, and Su Kun, who had inexplicably been scared away earlier, came in again. Only this time, he was holding a small bowl in his hands, and there was another person following behind him.

Gu Yan was just calculating in his heart whether he should wait silently until he figured out the ins and outs and pros and cons before telling this seemingly foolish person in front of him... or if he should first tell him about the black aura and warn him to be careful when going out and to go to fewer unclean places.

After all, apart from resembling the face of a muddled emperor, there was nothing detestable about this person.

And that face, after looking at it for a long time, didn't seem to be that similar after all. Saying it was 70% similar was a bit of an exaggeration...

Just as the scales in Gu Yan's heart were tilting slightly, the foolish Su Kun walked up to him, placed the small round-mouthed porcelain bowl on the computer desk, and then smiled at him in a somewhat fawning manner.

Gu Yan lowered his eyes, and the color of the contents in the small bowl was strange, with a white hue showing under a red surface layer.

This was—boiled rice porridge? What was that thing mixed in it?!

Seeing that the little ghost seemed to be stunned looking at the bowl for a long time without raising his head, Su Kun rubbed his hands and explained, "Well... there's not even a mouse in our house, so I couldn't find anything to get blood. I found a jar of fermented bean curd... do you know what fermented bean curd is?

"Um, it's made from tofu, and the red soup color looks quite right, looking quite a bit like blood. I poured some into the porridge and stirred it, and it looks quite convincing. You... make do with eating a little? Do you need me to find a few incense sticks to put in it?"

Geng Zimo, who was following behind, silently turned his face away: From now on, he would be unable to look directly at the color of fermented bean curd... This guy had already ruined a pancake, and now he was ruining fermented bean curd.

This kind of tireless spirit really made one want to slap him = =

Gu Yan slowly raised his expressionless face and silently looked at Su Kun for a long time before turning his head and floating towards the coffin, thinking calmly as he floated: Mm, forget about what he was thinking earlier. Where this person went and what he touched had nothing to do with him.

If it were Geng Zimo, he would definitely add another sentence: Let him go to hell!!

Su Kun looked at the little ghost floating away, and its back seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloomy aura... He turned his head to look at Geng Zimo, who was leaning against the door, looking at him with a pitying gaze.

He scratched his head, picked up the bowl, and walked out while chuckling dryly, "It seems to be even more upset."

Geng Zimo's face twitched fiercely and said, "...It would be a wonder if it was happy!" =_=