Chapter 329: The Idiot-Haired Little Celestial Master Is Also Getting Stronger Today 24

Jin Chen felt uneasy, so he set up another barrier outside the house, then placed An Wuyang on the bed, got up and took off his outer robe, but his gaze suddenly noticed some sounds outside; his motion of undoing his buttons paused, yet he still went out to look.

The sounds from Cheng Cinian's earlier conversation hadn't woken him, but when he left Jin Chen's embrace, An Wuyang furrowed his brow and let out a low murmur, his arms instinctively reaching up, only to grasp at air.

He opened his eyes, and his sleepiness vanished completely upon seeing the empty other side of the bed.

Just then, the Main Gate outside opened, and a slender figure entered, carrying a lamp and walking toward them backlit.

An Wuyang narrowed his eyes to look, frowning in confusion.

"Luo Sheng?"

Luo Sheng's face appeared from behind the lamp, smiling eerily.

"Hello, Little Celestial Master An."

An Wuyang instantly sat up and got out of bed, standing opposite him, asking, "Was it you who lured my senior brother away?"

"No, it wasn't me, it was Fu Xizhou." Luo Sheng shook his head; Youyou let out a sigh, sat down nearby, seeming to have no intention of harming An Wuyang for the moment.

"Although I'm sorry, your soul was drawn away because Fu Xizhou lacked ghostly power, but it seems you've turned misfortune into blessing."

Luo Sheng looked at him leisurely, saying, "Your mystic power inside is now quite abundant."

An Wuyang found his attitude bewildering; during the day he was still the type who wanted to kill himself, but at night he came over calm and ready for a night chat.

"This ghost probably doesn't have split personality, does he?"

"I know you must be wondering about my attitude toward you," Luo Sheng, as if he could read An Wuyang's thoughts, said bluntly, "My daytime demeanor is an act for Fu Xizhou."

An Wuyang slowly felt a question mark form in his heart.

"You and Fu Xizhou aren't separated by a hundred years; you'd rather not reincarnate, just to wait until you can meet each other, right?"

He still remained wary of Luo Sheng, quietly taking out a magic treasure, ready to attack at a moment's notice, and his idiot hair stood up as if facing a great foe.

"That's only true for him!" Upon mentioning this, Luo Sheng's expression instantly turned resentful and unwilling, his eyes reddening.

"Stay calm! Speak slowly!" An Wuyang jumped in fright.

"The matter… still needs to be told from over three hundred years ago…"

Recalling the past, Luo Sheng's resentment faded, and he gazed out the window.

"Over three hundred years—so distant." He felt sleepy.

An Wuyang propped his chin, yawned, squeezed out the tears that welled up, and began to be forced to listen to the story.

I was originally a performer kept in the prince's mansion, while Fu Xizhou was the young Heir Apparent, of noble status; although I had known him since childhood and was arranged by the prince to be his concubine early on, I knew the status gap was too great and dared not aspire higher. I had thought that once I finished my training and came of age, I could leave the mansion and regain my freedom, but who would have thought…

After I unintentionally took a blade meant for him from an assassin, he refused to let me go, forcibly keeping me as his male concubine, and even killed my original beloved! My resentment reached its peak, so I thought of taking revenge, but who would have expected his plan to be discovered, the entire prince's mansion went up in flames, he became a vengeful ghost in the fire, wreaking havoc in the human world, and prevented me from reincarnating, forcing me to be entangled with him life after life.

The tomb to be opened tomorrow is the grave of my former beloved; he won't even let go of its fortune, dreaming of claiming it for himself.

Luo Sheng finished speaking, tears already streaming down his face.

An Wuyang's mouth formed an O of surprise, he tilted his head, bewildered.

Although this story was more outrageous and shorter than he imagined, he still felt something was off.

"No, wait a moment, let me sort this out."

You were already Fu Xizhou's concubine from early on; at this time you felt your status was unworthy of him, and then you fell in love with someone else.

But according to the structure of this tomb now, how could the tomb's owner, who was formerly a royal or noble, or at least a marquis's stature, make you feel unworthy of him at this time?

Besides, if you dislike him so much, why would you still take a blade for him?

Luo Sheng: "……"

He clenched his fists, stood up angrily, saying, "Yes, I'm also at fault; it was I who first stirred my feelings, yet what right does he have to kill not me but innocent others caught in the crossfire!"

An Wuyang's expression grew even stranger, to the point he couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought.

"You want to go out and die to tell him? That's such a simple thing—do you really need to agonize over it for hundreds of years? When he was trapped in the Underworld, he had no time to bother with you; if you truly wanted to be free, did you really have to wait until now?"

"You!"

Luo Sheng gritted his teeth, his face flushing red, "Of course I have my own difficulties!"

"Ah… go on, tell me?" An Wuyang reached his hand behind his ear, full of curiosity.

He was about to make Luo Sheng die of anger.

"In short, I came to seek your cooperation." Luo Sheng didn't directly answer that question, but stated outright his purpose for coming this time.

An Wuyang noticed Jin Chen silently appearing behind the window, and all his fear instantly vanished.

"Tell me, what kind of cooperation."

"I know you want to take this opportunity to kill Fu Xizhou; I can help you, but in return you must agree to one condition."

Luo Sheng covered his chest, his tone turning harsh, "The condition is that you help me gain control of this body."

An Wuyang: "?"

His face scrunched up completely.

"Wait, I think you need to understand one thing: even without you, we can still kill Fu Xizhou."

Luo Sheng shook his head with a cold laugh, "Impossible—he's not fighting alone; behind him you have the Celestial Masters of the mystic arts world assisting him. Unless the ghosts and gods of the Underworld personally intervene, you Celestial Masters alone could never kill him."

Jin Chen outside the window, hearing this, guessed it was the An Meng, and subtly gestured to An Wuyang.

"Well… okay, I guess; I still need to discuss this properly with my senior brother."

Only then did Luo Sheng become satisfied; he rose, gave a slight bow, left the room holding the lamp, his eyes still revealing undisguised joy and satisfaction.

He really seemed eager to kill Fu Xizhou.

Not long after leaving the courtyard, Jin Chen finally turned and went inside.

An Wuyang flung himself into his embrace, "Scared me to death—this person… no, this ghost is truly bizarre!"

"Be good, did he hurt you?"

Jin Chen stroked the youth's back, asking soothingly.

"No, he came in and just told a story that was a bit worldview‑shattering." Since Jin Chen wasn't there for the first half, An Wuyang repeated what he'd heard to him.

"You say, does this Luo Sheng have some problem somewhere?"

Jin Chen listened, nodded in agreement, "He perhaps also never loved that person, just wanted to climb up, but never thought he'd fail to curry favor anywhere, ending up in this situation."

He hadn't forgotten that Fu Xizhou, because his killing karma was too heavy, only then did he become a Ghost King and was imprisoned in the Underworld.

If it were only because a fire burned the Prince's Mansion, it would be impossible to have such heavy killing karma.

In Luo Sheng's story, perhaps half of it is false.