Jing Jiujiu suddenly realized.
So this is where he ended up!
"I'm here," Jing Jiujiu's mouth moved, but no sound came out.
Oh right, he had almost forgotten that this paper figure's mouth was closed.
Jing Jiujiu could only reach out his hand again, trying to lift Bai Yuhuai's clothes and crawl out from underneath, wanting Bai Yuhuai to see him.
Bai Yuhuai felt as if his lower abdomen was being gently scratched, then pressed a couple times with moderate force... arousing a fire that rose within him.
He really couldn't hold back anymore. He reached under his own clothes, felt around for a bit, and finally pulled out a small paper figure.
Jing Jiujiu was grabbed by the arm, and he quickly shook his legs in mid-air, gesturing for a place to stand.
Bai Yuhuai let out a sigh of relief.
It really was him.
Only he would do something like this...
Bai Yuhuai opened his palm and placed Jing Jiujiu on it. Jing Jiujiu swayed a bit, steadied himself, then hurriedly raised his hand to point at his own face.
Bai Yuhuai's heart skipped a beat as he reached out to caress Jing Jiujiu's face.
But his thumb alone was about the size of Jing Jiujiu's entire face, so when he touched it, he ended up covering Jing Jiujiu's whole face.
Jing Jiujiu: ?
What, did they not want to hear him speak anymore?
Jing Jiujiu broke free from Bai Yuhuai's hand.
Bai Yuhuai's breath softened, and he rubbed his suddenly empty fingertips. He might have truly gone mad from bewitchment. He actually thought that turning the young man into a small paper figure, keeping him close at all times, holding him in his palm, or tucking him in his embrace, would be quite nice.
Jing Jiujiu stood firm in Bai Yuhuai's palm, wracking his brain before finally coming up with an idea—
The little paper figure put his hands on his hips and nodded his head forward repeatedly.
Then he stretched out one hand, pointing at Bai Yuhuai, while continuing to nod his head.
Bai Yuhuai: "..."
...Was this cursing?
The little paper figure quickly withdrew his hand, pointed at his own face again, then waved his hand and stomped his feet.
The stomping sent tingles through Bai Yuhuai's palm.
Bai Yuhuai's heart began to race, beating faster and faster.
...He was finding this quite adorable.
Bai Yuhuai maintained a calm exterior, his expression unchanged: "I understand. Your mouth can't move, so you can't speak, right?"
The little paper figure nodded quickly, then bent down ingratiatingly, rubbing his head against Bai Yuhuai's palm.
Bai Yuhuai's heart raced even faster.
He couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Damn.
...It's too fucking cute.
Bai Yuhuai placed Jing Jiujiu in the tent and said softly, "Wait for me."
Mm. Jing Jiujiu silently agreed and looked up. But he felt that this pitch-black tent, from his perspective, looked like the gaping maw of a fierce beast... This world was truly unfriendly to paper figures.
When Bai Yuhuai returned with something in hand, Jing Jiujiu quickly climbed onto his thigh.
Afraid of crushing him, Bai Yuhuai picked up Jing Jiujiu with one hand, and only after he had sat down again did he place Jing Jiujiu back on his leg.
Jing Jiujiu watched as he opened a small bottle and poured out some red... paint? Blood?
As Jing Jiujiu looked up, watching, he suddenly slipped down the curve of Bai Yuhuai's thigh.
Fortunately, Bai Yuhuai had already dipped the brush in the "paint" and quickly picked Jing Jiujiu up again, placing him in his palm to redraw his lips.
Jing Jiujiu moved his mouth, seeming to let out a soft breath.
"Huh?"
He had a voice now.
Not only did he have a voice, but he seemed to come alive, able to exhale and breathe.
Bai Yuhuai said calmly, "According to 'Records of the Strange', yellow birds transform into clams in autumn and back into yellow birds in spring. After five hundred years, they can transform into a shen. A shen looks like a snake and can create illusions with its breath, turning nothing into something." He pointed at the "paint" in the bottle cap, "This is its blood."
Bai Yuhuai then pointed at the brush: "Legend has it that there's a divine tree called the laurel, five hundred zhang tall, whose cut marks heal instantly. This is a branch that took tens of thousands of years to cut from it."
Jing Jiujiu exclaimed in amazement, "There are such things?"
"Yes, there are. They've been passed down for thousands of years."
Jing Jiujiu immediately grasped the key point: "...Passed down for thousands of years, and there's only this small bottle? This brush is so small too."
So these things must be incredibly precious!
What should he do?
He could never repay Bai Yuhuai!
Jing Jiujiu hurriedly climbed onto Bai Yuhuai's wrist, slid into his palm, and hugged his little finger, shaking it while asking loudly, "How much did you pay for this... Is it priceless, impossible to buy?"
Bai Yuhuai: "Mm, it can't be bought."
Jing Jiujiu felt a bit worried.
It really was a priceless treasure! How could he ever repay it?
Bai Yuhuai picked up Jing Jiujiu again and placed him next to his pillow: "Time to sleep."
Jing Jiujiu lay down softly.
The tent soon fell into silence.
Yin Mo was still waiting outside.
...Hadn't he gone to choose a body? Why hadn't he come back after so long?
The cold mountain wind blew through the cracks of the door and window, mercilessly beating against Yin Mo's body.
After watching all this, Ding Hanbing sincerely said, "Lunatics!" Not sleeping in the middle of the night!
Inside the tent, Bai Yuhuai quickly closed his eyes.
Unable to play with his phone after shrinking, Jing Jiujiu could only climb onto Bai Yuhuai's head, sit on his face, and count his eyelashes out of boredom...
Bai Yuhuai: "..."
If he could sleep like this, he'd have to be a god.
Bai Yuhuai's eyes snapped open, and he reached up to grab Jing Jiujiu, stuffing him under the covers.
Jing Jiujiu lay on his chest: "Oh, Brother Bai, you're so nice. How did you know I was cold?"
Bai Yuhuai paused. So crawling under his clothes was because of the cold, not for any other reason...?
Jing Jiujiu rolled over on Bai Yuhuai's chest and said something softly.
Bai Yuhuai didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Jing Jiujiu had to arch his back, inching his way out from under the covers, then crawl over Bai Yuhuai's collarbone, accidentally kicking his Adam's apple in the process, before finally sitting on his ear.
Jing Jiujiu said loudly, "I've discovered that after I shrunk, when I look at you... your cock is so big!"
A train thunderously rolled through Bai Yuhuai's mind.
Jing Jiujiu specifically thought about how to describe it: "...Like a small hill."
Bai Yuhuai clenched his fingers, his whole body stiff: "What the hell else did Meng Hexin teach you?"
Jing Jiujiu: ?
Jing Jiujiu was slightly confused, thinking this was normal.
Didn't Meng Hexin say that men love to hear such compliments? Especially the acknowledgment and admiration from good bros, which would make them so happy their butts would lift to the sky.
He didn't know if Bai Yuhuai's butt was lifted, but his expression seemed a bit strange?
Jing Jiujiu honestly said, "He said I knew too little, and wanted his assistant to send me a USB drive. But we left too quickly, and he said he was about to start a new drama, so he said he'd send me a cloud drive link another day for me to watch myself..."
Jing Jiujiu also felt that he knew too little.
He had died too early, and it seemed there were still many things he hadn't experienced.
Bai Yuhuai's heart was racing uncontrollably, the veins on his neck slightly protruding. He suddenly remembered the last time Jing Jiujiu had undressed in front of him to show him the handprint on his back... The young man had almost taken off his pants along with it.
The image of that smooth skin and beautiful waistline under the light was still firmly etched in Bai Yuhuai's mind.
Bai Yuhuai's throat moved as he grabbed Jing Jiujiu off his ear.
Jing Jiujiu: ?
"So have you watched it?" Bai Yuhuai pressed the little paper figure down next to the pillow.
The paper figure was so thin that pressing it didn't give much of a sensation.
"Not yet." Jing Jiujiu asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Bai Yuhuai replied, but his fingers pressed on the little paper figure's shoulders, making a pulling motion.
Jing Jiujiu only felt as if someone had lifted him, and then his soul was pulled out like this.
He floated lightly and landed on Bai Yuhuai's body.
The paper figure lay flat, lifeless.
Jing Jiujiu was bewildered.
Huh?
How did he come out? Could Bai Yuhuai pull him out?!
Bai Yuhuai reached into his bag and pulled out a bracelet, clasping it around Jing Jiujiu's wrist. Jing Jiujiu's soul immediately became much more solid, and he felt much heavier as he landed on Bai Yuhuai.
Bai Yuhuai lifted the covers and wrapped him up entirely.
Jing Jiujiu was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "...Are you scared too? Do you also feel that something's off here?"
"Or do I look scary when I'm a paper figure?" Jing Jiujiu said, raising his hand to tug at his own face.
Bai Yuhuai held his hand: "That's not it."
He wanted to ask the young man, what about now?
But the words caught in his throat, and Bai Yuhuai swallowed them back down. If he actually said it out loud, it might scare Jing Jiujiu's ghost away completely.
Jing Jiujiu rolled over, getting off of him.
"I'll sleep with you, and I'll go back early tomorrow morning."
Bai Yuhuai had done so much for him, and he had already occupied the man's big bed and blankets before, so what was the big deal about sleeping together?
It's just that Bai Yuhuai seemed a bit strange. But if you asked Jing Jiujiu to pinpoint exactly what was strange, he couldn't quite say.
Bai Yuhuai: "...Mm."
Jing Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.
Next time he wouldn't say it.
But... Bai Yuhuai's cock really was huge!
Bai Yuhuai couldn't fall back asleep after that, and the others weren't faring much better.
Only Jing Jiujiu, the ghost, properly closed his eyes as if sleeping.
At midnight.
A strong wind blew outside the factory, causing the legs of those wooden dolls to knock against each other, making light tapping sounds.
Jian Suifan was the first who couldn't take it anymore. He opened the tent and asked, "Is this part of the show's setup? It's unnecessary. In the middle of the night. Can't you let people sleep properly before playing games?"
The cameraman also got up, confused: "...No, this isn't set up by the production team."
Jian Suifan held back his frustration and said coldly, "I've been trying very hard to get into your show, but come on, hiring an old man, hanging paper figures and wooden dolls everywhere... In the middle of the night, there's even something banging on the door... Isn't this going too far with the setup?"
Jing Jiujiu suddenly opened his eyes and said softly, "It smells good."
If Jing Jiujiu could smell something good, it must be yin energy.
Yin Mo immediately stood up and walked quickly to Bai Yuhuai's tent, saying in a low voice, "The yin energy is getting stronger and stronger, it's almost fucking filling up the air. If these people could see it with their eyes, they'd probably see a river of yin energy..."
"Mr. Bai, stop playing dead. You fucking understand this stuff, I know you do."
"Say something, have you ever seen anything like this before?"
Jing Jiujiu got up first and opened a corner of the tent.
Yin Mo: ?
Yin Mo cursed inwardly.
When did Jing Jiujiu get into the tent?
He just slept with Bai Yuhuai for a while?
No wonder there was no response after calling for so long!
Bai Yuhuai slowly sat up, awkwardly pushing the blanket to his waist, and didn't move anymore.
He said calmly, "What? Didn't Master Tingyi teach you about this?"
Yin Mo choked a bit: "...I only studied for a few years."
Despite saying this, Yin Mo still felt a sense of shame for appearing uneducated in front of Jing Jiujiu...
"Jiujiu," Bai Yuhuai called softly.
"Hm?"
"Help me go out and take a look," Bai Yuhuai said.
Yin Mo frowned: "Bai Yuhuai, are you crazy? You're letting him go out alone to look? Do you know what might be out there?"
But Jing Jiujiu immediately responded: "Okay! I'll go take a look first, you all stay here and don't move."
He was happy that he could protect them.
He had it all planned out.
If there were extremely powerful ghosts outside, if he couldn't beat them, he'd join them first.
After saying this, Jing Jiujiu took off his bracelet, crawled back into the little paper figure, and moved step by step towards the door.
Unable to interfere with Jing Jiujiu's decision, Yin Mo could only shut his mouth and watch as a group of little ghosts quickly rushed in, lifting Jing Jiujiu as if carrying a king, and quickly delivered him to the factory's main entrance.
Jing Jiujiu clung to the door, his body rustling in the yin wind.
Inside the factory.
The others were feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
That discomfort was mysterious.
It was as if you suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, feeling anxious, your mind sluggish, desperately trying to breathe, but still feeling a sense of weakness as if you couldn't catch your breath.
Jian Suifan and the others turned their heads to see that Yin Mo had somehow moved over to Bai Yuhuai's side, and even Ding Hanbing was walking in that direction.
"Brother Bai!" they immediately called out.
He was the highest-ranking person here.
People always instinctively rely on the person with the highest status in such situations.
Bai Yuhuai responded softly: "Mm."
But he offered no further comfort.
Jian Suifan simply got up and walked over: "Brother Bai, why don't we go out together and see what's going on?"
Ji Meng, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke: "This place is too strange."
But what he suspected more was whether that young man by Bai Yuhuai's side had done something.
Yun Xin was almost scared silly.
She wanted to hide in Bai Yuhuai's tent, but didn't dare to ask.
Bai Yuhuai: "Wait a moment."
As Bai Yuhuai finished speaking, Jing Jiujiu returned.
He hadn't expected that in such a short time, Bai Yuhuai would be surrounded by so many people. Jing Jiujiu quietly frowned slightly, then broke free from the paper figure, took large strides to Bai Yuhuai's back, leaned close to his ear, and said softly, "There's a mass of black energy, floating in mid-air, spinning very fast, it looks like a vortex."
Yin Mo was startled: "The Ghost Gate?"
The others were truly frightened when they suddenly heard this: "What are you saying, Mr. Yin?"
"What Ghost Gate?"
Yin Mo suddenly realized that they couldn't see Jing Jiujiu, let alone hear him speak.
Yin Mo: "...I mean, do you feel very uncomfortable? Cold? Even though you're breathing normally, it feels like you're not getting any oxygen when you take a breath. Does your chest feel tight?"
When the others heard this, their expressions changed: "Yes..."
"Mr. Yin, you feel it too?"
Yin Mo looked at Bai Yuhuai's expression, unsure, but still spoke up: "This piece of land might be right on top of the Ghost Gate."
"Isn't the Ghost Gate supposed to be in Fengdu?" Yun Xin asked quietly.
"And it's not even the Ghost Festival," Ji Meng added.
Yin Mo thought to himself, how should I know?
Yin Mo slightly regretted not staying a little monk for a couple more years.
It was at this moment that Bai Yuhuai finally spoke: "Go outside, pick up those wooden dolls, and bite them in your mouths..."
Jian Suifan almost blurted out "Are you crazy?" after hearing this.
Ji Meng gritted his teeth and was the first to go look for the wooden dolls scattered everywhere.
Although Yun Xin was timid, after some thought, she closely followed and also found a wooden doll.
Yin Mo gave Bai Yuhuai a deep look, increasingly feeling that this man was not as simple as his surface identity suggested.
Yin Mo stood up and ran outside: "Go find wooden dolls." This was directed at Ding Hanbing.
Jing Jiujiu blinked, not caring about anything else, and also got up, kicking the little ghosts one by one in the butt, kicking them into those stone and clay dolls.
The remaining few who didn't want to be kicked hurriedly crawled into the wooden dolls themselves.
One happened to be picked up by Ji Meng.
Ji Meng walked back and handed one to Jian Suifan: "Brother Jian, bite this first. Better safe than sorry."
Jian Suifan had actually regretted his actions a bit earlier.
He didn't want to and didn't dare offend Bai Yuhuai, even if what Bai Yuhuai said today was absurd, he should have obediently done it first.
Now that Ji Meng had given him a way out, Jian Suifan quickly took it, wiped off the dust with paper, and bit down on it.
There wasn't any particular taste, just a bit of a musty smell that rushed into his nose.
Jian Suifan wanted to spit it out but held back.
Bai Yuhuai looked at them: "Breathe lightly in a moment." As he said this, he suddenly raised his hand slightly.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, feeling as if Bai Yuhuai had supported something in the empty air.
Only Yin Mo saw that Bai Yuhuai had grabbed Jing Jiujiu's hand.
Then he led Jing Jiujiu over, pressed him into the little paper figure, picked up the paper figure, and put it inside his collar.
Jing Jiujiu slid down smoothly, grabbed Bai Yuhuai's waistband, and planted a foot right on his cock.
Bai Yuhuai hadn't expected it to be so precise, his expression changed slightly, but he held it back.
The others were still in a state of anxiety and unease.
Not knowing what would happen in this "moment," they didn't notice Bai Yuhuai's momentary strange expression.
Ding Hanbing also bit down on a wooden doll.
He asked indistinctly: "Where's Jiujiu?" "Will he be okay?"
Yin Mo's expression was complex: "...He'll be fine."
He's already in Bai Yuhuai's arms, what could happen to him?
Bai Yuhuai turned his head: "Yin Mo, recite a sutra."
The human tool Yin Mo suppressed his anger, closed his eyes, and put his palms together: "Namo sattatham sugataya..."
Bai Yuhuai: "Don't recite the Shurangama Sutra, choose another one."
Yin Mo looked at him in surprise. How could he tell what sutra this was?
Bai Yuhuai: "Switch to the Amitabha Buddha Heart Mantra."
Yin Mo frowned: "That's just a calming mantra, it has no other use."
Bai Yuhuai finally calmed down a bit. He pushed away the blanket and stood up. Jing Jiujiu quickly grabbed onto his waistband, swinging back and forth like a swing.
Bai Yuhuai: "It's just to calm their hearts."
Yin Mo: "Not to exorcise?"
Bai Yuhuai: "It can't exorcise."
Jing Jiujiu climbed up along the waistband and wedged himself into Bai Yuhuai's pants pocket.
Bai Yuhuai's expression turned strange for a moment before he continued: "Some evil, the more you suppress it, the more enraged it becomes."
Yin Mo then closed his eyes again and chanted softly: "Om rucira raghana kritam..."
Everyone stared at Yin Mo in a daze.
They saw that this handsome yet frivolous man, with a mole between his brows gradually turning blood-red, his tightly closed eyes actually conveying a sense of solemn dignity...
The panic in everyone's hearts gradually lessened, and even a sense of peace emerged.
They unconsciously sat down around Bai Yuhuai.
Only Jian Suifan couldn't listen to a word, thinking to himself, "What the hell is this mystical nonsense? It actually seems quite convincing?"
He reluctantly bit the arm of the wooden doll in his mouth, irritably thinking that if he had known earlier, he would have asked the production team to create some kind of persona for him too...
Bai Yuhuai took Jing Jiujiu out of his pants pocket and hung him on his ear.
He was originally worried the young man would be cold.
But to prevent Jing Jiujiu from sliding around inside his clothes, it was better to hang him on his ear.
As soon as Jing Jiujiu was hung up, he immediately spoke: "...So Yin Mo has this kind of use?"
Bai Yuhuai: "Mm."
Jing Jiujiu: "Then in the future, whenever we encounter ghosts, can we have Yin Mo chant sutras?"
Bai Yuhuai's eyelid twitched, afraid Jing Jiujiu would say they should often bring Yin Mo along. Bai Yuhuai lowered his voice to an extreme: "I can chant too. It's just that he's a proper Buddhist disciple, so we used him this time."
The others thought Bai Yuhuai was also chanting something, and looked at him cautiously, but didn't voice their questions.
At this moment, the yin wind blew even stronger, causing the heavy door to sway back and forth.
Everyone felt it became more difficult to breathe.
Jian Suifan frowned.
There was clearly nothing there... what else was the production team trying to do?
...The next moment, Jian Suifan suddenly stiffened.
Yun Xin said timidly: "What's that?"
Bai Yuhuai's eyes were indifferent: "Shh."
Jing Jiujiu heard the sound and tightly hugged Bai Yuhuai's ear.
They saw long human shadows slowly appearing on the windows.
They were truly long.
This wasn't an exaggeration.
Each shadow was over nine feet tall. They looked at those shadows with difficulty, seeing that the shadows were thin and long, yet snow-white in the darkness, and seemed to be wearing tall hats on their heads.
There were many of them.
Shadow after shadow passed by outside the window, as if the line was so long they couldn't see the end.
Jing Jiujiu even slowed his breathing.
Everyone's heartbeats were pushed to the limit of speed.
Jian Suifan was already dumbfounded.
Ding Hanbing firmly grasped the talisman in his hand, not feeling as deeply affected.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, a red figure appeared after those black shadows. As the red figure slowly walked by, it suddenly paused. Then it slowly turned its face. The light in the factory was dim, and there was only moonlight outside... they could only vaguely see that the face was snow-white, with eyes and nose intact, without the ferocity and bloodstains of ghosts in horror movies...
But after seeing this scene, everyone's scalps still exploded.
Their bodies were so stiff they didn't dare to move.
If it weren't for Yin Mo still continuing to chant sutras, they might have been scared to death on the spot.
That face paused at the window, seeming to glance in Bai Yuhuai's direction.
In an instant, a gust of wind arose on level ground.
Jing Jiujiu was blown up, and Bai Yuhuai raised his hand to grab him, but missed.
The air current carried Jing Jiujiu, quickly passing through the factory's main door and blowing him up onto a tree branch.
Jing Jiujiu struggled to hang on tight, then looked down.
Many tall, thin figures in white clothes stood below... a large group, especially eye-catching on the black earth.
On this side, the red figure quickly left the window.
Everyone's tense hearts finally gained a brief moment of relaxation...
"What were... those?" the cameraman asked with difficulty, "They really weren't prepared by the production team."
Suddenly, Bai Yuhuai stood up and quickly ran outside.
Everyone was stunned.
"Bai-ge?!"
"Bai-ge, where are you going?"
"Damn, what should we do? What's wrong with Bai-ge? Were those all ghosts just now, and Bai-ge got possessed?"
"Who runs outside when possessed by a ghost?"
"Bai-ge!"
The red figure came to the tree where Jing Jiujiu was.
Then it raised its face and reached out its hand.
Its finger joints were long and pale, gently touching Jing Jiujiu, poking him lightly.
Jing Jiujiu: ?
He poked my waist!
Jing Jiujiu was a little scared, but he held back, and even couldn't help but show a fierce expression.
Unfortunately, nothing could be revealed on the paper figure.
So the red figure poked him again.
This time it poked Jing Jiujiu's face.
Jing Jiujiu got angry.
Chomp.
The red figure trembled and withdrew its hand.
A section of its finger was missing.
Jing Jiujiu licked his lips, also stunned.
Did I eat his finger?
"Ah-burp!" Jing Jiujiu let out a huge burp.
The red figure seemed even more shocked, staring blankly in Jing Jiujiu's direction, still unable to process what had just happened.
Jing Jiujiu curled his soft paper feet.
It won't come and bite me, will it?
Actually, come to think of it, this taste was better than that little ghost from last time. The two were like the difference between shrimp paste and Australian lobster.
A loud "bang" sounded.
The factory door was pushed open.
A man's tall figure slowly walked out from inside.
"Namo satata sugataya..." The man's lips parted slightly, the Shurangama Mantra chanted from his mouth, with an added touch of coldness and solemnity.
Yin Mo quickly followed: "Fuck!" "Didn't you say we couldn't chant the Shurangama Mantra?"
Yin Mo chased to the doorway and froze for a moment.
Thin, tall shadows all over the ground...
Yin Mo's heartbeat quickened, and he started chanting the Amitabha Buddha Heart Mantra again.
Bai Yuhuai slowly walked towards the red figure.
At once, all the shadows turned their heads, staring fixedly at him.
But Bai Yuhuai paid no attention, the sound from his mouth not stopping.
Jing Jiujiu stared at him in a daze. The moonlight behind him also cast a long shadow. But this shadow was imbued with human vitality, not causing fear, but rather feeling tall and reliable.
Jing Jiujiu opened his mouth: "I'm fine, you don't need to come over..."
But he was so small, and his voice was very quiet. He would have to lie on Bai Yuhuai's ear to be heard.
Jing Jiujiu got a little anxious.
He was already full after just one bite.
What if the red figure and those snow-white figures all tried to kill Bai Yuhuai? His mouth was so small, he couldn't eat them all!
His belly would burst!
"Bai Yuhuai!" Jing Jiujiu shouted loudly.
Bai Yuhuai's steps were swift, the hair on his forehead blown messy by the wind, revealing his handsome yet cold features underneath.
He quickly reached the tree.
He didn't even look at the red figure, and paid even less attention to those white figures.
He just quickly reached out his hand.
Jian Suifan and the others, afraid something would happen to Bai Yuhuai, nervously approached the window at this moment, watching as he carefully picked up something from the tree.
Bai Yuhuai finally stopped chanting the Shurangama Mantra. He gently stroked Jing Jiujiu: "...Don't be afraid."
Jing Jiujiu's throat choked up a bit, filled with an indescribable, strange emotion.
But still...
Bai Yuhuai, you just touched my butt, not my face.