Raising the Evil Spirit

饲鬼

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Too Perfunctory

That picture was overflowing with ambiguity.
Gu Yan was no fool. After being stunned for just a moment, he quickly realized the content was clearly related to the predilection of "cut sleeves and split peaches".
When it came to entanglements between men, it wasn't something he hadn't seen before. On the contrary, in the army, such things happened from time to time.
Humans are not made of wood - desires can be suppressed and restrained, but cannot be completely eliminated. It's difficult to completely prohibit them just by relying on rules and regulations. Some are simply driven by instinct, having lust without feelings, which is easier to deal with. Intimidated by the law, they will cut off what should be cut off. But for those stemming from genuine feelings, it's tricky. They can't be easily severed.
Actually, having been in the army for so many years and seen it often, Gu Yan could understand such matters. The feelings between many men are not inferior to the tender affection between men and women. Moreover, perhaps because it goes against propriety and faces too many obstacles and pressures, some of them, under the repeated setbacks of reality, are even expressed more profoundly.
However, such thoughts only belonged to him personally. Under the important identity of a general, the first things he had to consider were no longer these, but the safety of the country, the lives of his subordinate officers and soldiers, and so on. Once these became entangled with those indescribable and inexplicable entanglements, it would affect many things. So the necessary military orders still had to be issued.
And now, in this completely different world, his identities and the millions of lives he carried on his shoulders no longer existed, so naturally he didn't need to continue considering this issue from the perspective of a commander. He only needed to respect his personal thoughts.
Gu Yan glanced at the inner pages of the magazine again, then withdrew his gaze and drifted a few steps forward, stopping at a slightly higher position in front of Su Kun.
Tightly pressed against the wardrobe door, Su Kun subconsciously leaned back again, wishing he could become a piece of plaster stuck to the door that couldn't be peeled off. He raised his face and looked at Gu Yan's expression, appearing innocent and pitiful, like a mischievous child being scolded by his parents, stepping on his right foot with his left, sticking to the wall, trying hard to act good, attempting to make his parents go easy and reduce their anger.
Being looked up at by those black and pure eyes, Gu Yan's originally furrowed brows subconsciously loosened a little, so as not to appear too stern and unapproachable, scaring the person in front of him who was already extremely timid.
He originally wanted to directly ask Su Kun, "Are you a cutsleeve?"
But after seeing his flushed cheeks and ear tips, Gu Yan shook his head very faintly, abandoning that plan - Su Kun seemed very worried about being seen through, as if he was about to write "If you see through me, I will hang myself in front of you" on his face with a large brush.
So, General Gu, who appeared stoic on the outside but was actually quite gentle off the battlefield, chose to play dumb. He quickly put away the other emotions in his eyes, pointed at the magazine on the bed expressionlessly, and asked, "What is that?"
Unfortunately, his gentleness was expressed too subtly. The slightly surprised deadpan face and the playing dumb deadpan face really didn't look much different, to the point that Su Kun took his words as an interrogation.
He silently moved his lips a few times, but couldn't squeeze out a decent answer. Only those lacquer-like eyes that appeared moist under the warm light became even more watery.
This expression was exactly the same as the little kitten who would knock over tea cups and vases every time, making a mess, then climbing onto his chest with two paws, raising its face and maliciously playing dumb.
As the saying goes, tough guys often can't resist soft and cute things. So General Gu, who was as ruthless as a harsh winter to his enemies, had no way to deal with goods like Su Kun. He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, trying to make his tone sound even gentler than before, and continued to play dumb, "The books of your era are vastly different from the past. Forgive my ignorance, I can't understand them."
Su Kun's brow trembled, he dryly chuckled twice and said, "...Just treat it as... um, a martial arts manual?" Only an idiot would believe such nonsense, right? _(:з」∠)_
Gu Yan kept a straight face, the blue veins at his temples jumping very slightly. After a moment of silence, he went along with it and continued to play dumb, "Oh, dual cultivation?"
Su Kun didn't even bother with the dry laughter, "..." No way? He really is an idiot?
He stared blankly for a long time before saying, "Mm, dual... dual cultivation..."
Gu Yan nodded, with a look of "I really believe it", turned his head and silently drifted towards the coffin. As he drifted, he sighed in his heart: Can't keep up this act anymore. =_=
Su Kun stayed in that posture in a daze for a long time, then suddenly pounced on the bed and grabbed the small hem of Gu Yan's T-shirt.
Gu Yan was drifting along when he found he couldn't drift anymore. He turned his head and looked at Su Kun in confusion.
"Huh? I can actually grab your clothes?!" Su Kun looked at the white fabric clutched in his hand, successfully distracted.
"You pounced over like this just to see if you could grab the corner of my clothes?" Gu Yan was a bit speechless. But in his heart, he was slightly happy. After all, this meant that the previous two hours were not wasted. The method described by Granny Camphor Tree was indeed effective.
Reminded by Gu Yan, Su Kun finally remembered why he had pounced over. He hesitantly looked at Gu Yan, and after a moment, tilted his head and tentatively asked, "You really didn't understand it?"
Gu Yan replied with a deadpan face, "No." After saying that, he silently pulled his clothes out of Su Kun's paws and drifted a couple steps forward, landing at the edge of the coffin.
Su Kun, who was still in the posture of tugging at the clothes, stiffened there. In his mind, ten thousand grass mud horses galloped past, trampling his brain. He "buzzed" with tinnitus for a while, then roared in humiliated anger, "Fuck, you think I'm stupid?! No matter how you look at that expression and gaze, it's all saying: I know everything, oh hohohoho!"
Gu Yan, who was climbing into the coffin, slipped and hit his forehead on the hard edge of the coffin, leaving a red mark. He thought back in his mind, but couldn't feel that he would ever show that kind of bizarre "oh hohohoho" expression. So he held his forehead with some helplessness and turned to Su Kun, "Speak properly!"
Su Kun reflexively let out an "oh".
Only after he finished "oh-ing" did he realize that Gu Yan had already climbed into the coffin, closed the lid, with a look of being too lazy to bicker with this bear child.
Fuck, I've been brushed off!
Su Kun stared angrily at the coffin until his eyes were sore. He then turned over and rolled around on the bed.
He lay on his back, covering his eyes with one hand to block the warm orange light pouring down from above. After a long silence, his slightly protruding Adam's apple slid up and down, and he let out a very light sigh: What's the damn use of just knowing I'm gay...
He originally thought he would be troubled by this matter for quite a few days, but who knew that Gu Yan's attitude of seemingly not minding much allowed Su Kun to recover his composure after sleeping for a while.
Of course, even if he wanted to dwell on it, he had no time. Because the house was emptied out, he went with Aunt Zhang, Yingzi and the others to hand over the keys and sign the documents. The demolition office arranged for someone to go and calculate. Since they all applied for resettlement housing, after deducting the required amount according to the application area, the remaining compensation was quickly transferred to their accounts.
Su Kun glanced at his account balance and instantly felt a bit dazed. Just over twenty days ago, he and Geng Zimo were still stingy about living expenses. Unless it got too hot to bear, they wouldn't even turn on the air conditioning, fearing they wouldn't be able to find work for a long time and go hungry. Who knew that now, his account balance suddenly had a few more zeros, just like a dream.
However, even with a small amount of savings, without working hard, it would still be used up in no time. So he only took half a day to process it before plunging back into busyness again. He returned Geng Zimo's card, then contacted the milk tea shop to pay the decoration and training fees.
The head office was very efficient, arranging for someone to start designing and renovating his ten-plus square meter store that very day. During those few days of free time, Su Kun went out quite a few times to get the sanitation business license, business license and tax registration certificate needed to open the store.
During this period, Geng Zimo still had to work during the day and couldn't help much. Gu Yan, on the other hand, seemed to not mind at all that Su Kun was gay, and still interacted with him as usual. On cloudy days and after dusk, wherever Su Kun went, he followed to prevent any more mishaps. He also incidentally helped the special department see if there was anything unusual.
According to the masters, the special department didn't just passively wait for the police or other agencies to discover problems and come to them for help to solve, although this was the source of most of their affairs. But there was also a part that they discovered themselves.
These past two days, those few masters had some free time and would occasionally come to lend Su Kun a hand or chat for a bit, while also explaining the situation of that special department to Gu Yan in detail.
Among these few people, the relatively most idle one who liked to wander around the most was that camphor tree spirit old lady. She spent all day walking around this neighborhood and that neighborhood in her little feet, seeing if there were any impurities disturbing people's normal lives.
Next was the master, but most of the time he was still on the mountain guiding his young disciple in cultivation. After all, he had a mortal body, and if he didn't work hard to increase his strength, he could lose his life at any time during an operation.
As for Comrade Mo Bao, he came out much less often. After all, he was essentially a painted figure on a piece of rice paper, very fragile. Even after becoming a spirit, he still had to be careful and couldn't casually face wind and rain like that old lady.
However, it was said that he wasn't the one who appeared the least. The one who appeared the least was too lazy to take form, and wouldn't show up unless it was a big deal. Moreover, he would often run to some spiritual mountain thousands of miles away.
Hearing this, Su Kun asked the masters in puzzlement: "Running to the spiritual mountain to do what, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon?"
The master stroked his beard with a profound look and shook his head: "A hundred years ago, he planted his lover there and has to take care of it."
Su Kun had a lightning-struck expression and was shocked for a long time: "Pla- planted there?!" In comparison, I seem to be... not that hardcore?

Raising the Evil Spirit

Raising the Evil Spirit

Chapter 47 - Too Perfunctory

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