ATAVID CH7: What Is Your Name

Jiang Qunyu truly felt that Wei Xun was a psychopath.
Fortunately, he wasn’t in modern society, or else he would definitely be forcibly locked up in a mental asylum for a good eighty to a hundred years.
He had never seen this kind of person.

He even began to suspect that he wouldn’t live to see Wei Xun kill him seven times.
Because before that could happen, this lunatic would most likely end up playing himself to death.

Unfortunately, this lunatic didn’t die.
This lunatic didn’t die, didn’t die, didn’t die, didn’t die.

Jiang Qunyu didn’t know for the umpteenth time he had climbed up, leaned over the surface of the hot spring in the inner room, and looked at this face in the reflection.
It was Wei Xun’s.
Moreover, he now had a heartbeat, the wound pierced by the Soul-Devouring Sword still throbbed with pain, and bloodstains bloomed on the plain white clothes, all indicating that—
This body right now was Wei Xun’s.

And Wei Xun was nowhere to be found.
Jiang Qunyu was so frustrated he wished he could pick up the Soul-Devouring Sword and stab Wei Xun two more times.
But right now, he was the one using this body; even if he wanted revenge and stabbed Wei Xun twice, the one who would feel the pain would only be himself.

A heavy anger threatened to burst out of his body.
It was one thing for Wei Xun to go crazy, one thing to kill him, and one thing to stab himself with a sword.
But why? Why was it him feeling the pain?!

Where exactly did that lunatic hide?
Or could it be that the psychopath wanted to kill him, but ended up losing the bait along with the chicken, and accidentally killed himself instead?
Then this body would be his now.

“Heh.”
An extremely light sneer suddenly came from above, seemingly mocking Jiang Qunyu’s wishful thinking.

Jiang Qunyu, leaning against the stones of the hot spring, snapped his head up at the sound and saw a familiar figure on the ceiling beam.
The youth sat on the beam with bent knees, his black hair cascading down.
The corners of his eyes drooped slightly as he looked down at Jiang Qunyu from the corners of his eyes.

“Does it hurt?” Wei Xun asked him.
Jiang Qunyu glared at him fiercely, “Why don’t you try it yourself?”

Wei Xun just assumed he had failed to kill him completely.
Only Jiang Qunyu knew that he had already died once more.

Perhaps because he kept seeing his own face appearing before his eyes, even if Wei Xun found it disgusting and loathsome, he had gotten somewhat used to it. At least he didn’t dry heave the moment he saw it.
There was no expression on his face as he said lazily, “I originally thought that by drawing you into my body and stabbing myself while we exchanged spiritual senses, I could kill you. I didn’t expect that even this wouldn’t kill you. But I only did this because of you, so naturally, you should bear this pain.”

“You are a lunatic,” Jiang Qunyu evaluated.
He looked at Wei Xun, undispersed anger in his eyes. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take your body and go out? If the people of the Lingxiao Sect see that you’re still alive, what do you think they will do?”

Towards his light threat, Wei Xun merely curled his lips, “Is that so?”
Jiang Qunyu didn’t feel like he was threatened at all.

Sure enough, Wei Xun closed his eyes and stopped looking at him, leaning against the beam and letting Jiang Qunyu curse at him.
A person who was usually lifeless now surprisingly had a bit of youthful spirit.

Jiang Qunyu felt that he was also going to turn into a lunatic.
But before turning into a lunatic, he decided he’d better save Wei Xun’s dying body first.
Bean-sized beads of cold sweat covered his forehead, his temples were completely soaked, and the blood seeping from the wound on his chest dyed his plain white clothes red, clinging tightly to his body, making him feel terribly uncomfortable.

Jiang Qunyu gritted his teeth, his face as pale as paper.
He barely managed to stand up; the dizziness from blood loss made him stagger, almost planting face-first into the hot spring.
He didn’t need to look to know he must look awful right now.

“I will kill you,” he said expressionlessly, every word ground out through gritted teeth.

He dragged his floating steps to the outer room, trailing a winding bloodstain behind him.
He stumbled and fell by the bed, ignoring the pain.
After recovering slightly, he began rummaging through chests and cabinets looking for pills.
He couldn’t be bothered to ask Wei Xun. No matter what pills he found, whether they were poison or blood-stopping pills, he shoved them all into his mouth.

Chewing a couple of times with effort, he swallowed them down.
After shoving one or two of every edible pill into his mouth, he finally lay flat on his back on the ground, panting heavily.
The severe pain and the medicinal power clashed inside his body; it hurt a lot.
But actually, at this moment, Jiang Qunyu felt an indescribable sense of gratification in his heart.

He even thought that if the pills he took really were poisonous, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to drag Wei Xun along with him on the road to the underworld.
Anyway, he had long wanted to kill this despicable man.

Wei Xun had opened his eyes at some unknown point.
He looked down, gazing into Jiang Qunyu’s eyes.
Those eyes were suffused with a layer of deathly still madness and ruthlessness, giving off a strong feeling of wanting to perish together.

Wei Xun watched quietly for a long time, a very light smile escaping from the corners of his lips.
Only at this moment did he finally believe that Jiang Qunyu was his inner demon.

He asked, “What is your name?”
“I don’t change my name when I walk, nor do I change my surname when I sit,” Jiang Qunyu twitched the corners of his lips, “Your daddy, Jiang Qunyu.”
“Oh.” Wei Xun evaluated, “So ugly.”
Jiang Qunyu: “Fuck you.”
Wei Xun: “I’m going to sleep.”

Jiang Qunyu’s anger spiked. He grabbed a pill bottle at random and smashed it towards the beam.
With a crash, the porcelain bottle shattered beneath the beam, pills rolling all over the floor.

In the middle of the night, the pain from the wound finally eased a bit.
The feeling of impending death and dizziness gradually faded, replaced by heavy exhaustion.
But he really couldn’t stand being covered in blood, so he forced himself up and staggered into the inner room to bathe.
After washing away the bloodstains, he became jealous of Wei Xun again.
They were both men, so why was his physique superior to his own?
Could it be just because he was the villain top in a restricted novel?

Harboring jealousy and resentment towards Wei Xun, Jiang Qunyu slept in his clothes.
He didn’t know if it was because he was too jealous of Wei Xun.
Even his dreams were a mess.

Under the bright moonlight, Jiang Qunyu completely submerged himself in the water, his long black hair floating on the pool’s surface.
Steam swirled, and the water rippled with light.

Pear trees were planted by the hot spring; flowers had fallen all over the ground, and some drifted into the water, entangling in Jiang Qunyu’s hair.
He only felt stuffy and hot, yet it didn’t quite feel like it.
Instead, it was a very weird feeling, as if someone were tickling the soles of his feet with a feather, an electrifying, tingling numbness spreading from his tailbone all the way to the back of his neck.

Jiang Qunyu thought it was because he had soaked in the hot spring for too long. He climbed out of the pool. Those who didn’t know would have thought a water demon had appeared in the pool.
Wet long hair, skin like congealed fat, a pair of eyes misty and damp, the corners of his eyes dyed with a pale crimson. A straight nose bridge, slightly parted thin lips; every inch of his contours exuded an unconscious allure.
Water droplets rolled down his beautiful musculature, merging back into the water.

Jiang Qunyu saw his own face on the clear water surface.
He hadn’t seen this face for a long time, and for a moment, he was a bit dazed.
Was he dreaming? Or had he gone back?

His mind was clear for only a moment before being swallowed up by an even more surging wave of heat.
It was very hot.
It wasn’t because of the hot spring; his body was burning from the inside.
Some kind of unspeakable restlessness rampaged through his blood vessels, darting around wildly.

Jiang Qunyu was woken up by the heat.
Moreover…
The situation was much worse than he imagined.

“Wei Xun—” Jiang Qunyu tried his best to ignore it, but that arrogant presence was truly impossible to overlook.
“Wei Xun.” He called out again, his voice suppressing anger and embarrassment.

Finally, the person on the beam opened his eyes impatiently.
At night, that inhuman feeling about him became even more apparent, his handsome face emitting a wicked aura.
His voice was a bit hoarse, yet he spoke cold words, “What? Are you dying?”

Jiang Qunyu pointed expressionlessly, “Are you going to do it yourself or should I?”
Wei Xun looked in the direction he was pointing: “…”
He was speechless for a moment, veins bulging on his forehead. Gritting his teeth, his voice was practically squeezed out from between his teeth:
“What did you do?!”

How would Jiang Qunyu know?
He only felt panicked by the heat. He yanked open his collar, letting the night’s chill pour in, and only then did he feel slight relief.

The expression on Wei Xun’s face shifted several times, and finally settled into a bizarre calmness.
He closed his eyes again, a malicious curve hooking on his lips: “Who told you to swallow pills blindly? Since you ate them, think of a way to solve it yourself.”

“Why didn’t you warn me when I was eating them?!”
Jiang Qunyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice tight. It was too uncomfortable, so uncomfortable he wished he could bite through Wei Xun’s throat and let him bleed out and die.

This lunatic would even kill himself without hesitation.
Ending up in this situation now, could it be that it was also on purpose!
Although he claimed to be Wei Xun’s inner demon, he absolutely, absolutely would not help him do this kind of thing.
It seemed like he was the one taking the initiative, but at the end of the day, this wasn’t his body.
Just thinking about it, he felt an absurd sense that he was doing it with him.

“Fine,” Jiang Qunyu gritted his teeth, “Then I won’t care about it! Anyway, if I hold it in until it breaks, the thing breaking is your thing, not mine! What does it have to do with me!”
Wei Xun: “If it breaks, it breaks.”
Jiang Qunyu: “…”

Ballsy.
This was fine too; in the future, he wouldn’t have to watch Wei Xun and Shen Peiqiu perform live erotica in front of him.

Jiang Qunyu forced himself to close his eyes.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, that strange feeling surged up again.
He couldn’t help but let out a soft groan.

Fuck his uncle.
He really owed Wei Xun.
Forget it, he was the one suffering, why should he make things hard for himself?

Besides, if Wei Xun really died in the future, he would have to reluctantly use Wei Xun’s body; he would get used to it sooner or later anyway.
Regardless, it was his body, just ignoring that bit of bizarre feeling would be fine.
Jiang Qunyu finally convinced himself.
He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and reached downward.

Right at this moment, the youth lying on the ceiling beam suddenly turned sideways and fell.
Falling face-first towards Jiang Qunyu.
Clothes fluttering, like a black butterfly pouncing down.
There was no wind, but Jiang Qunyu felt like he heard the sound of wind brushing past his ears.

It was truly strange.

Jiang Qunyu still stopped his hand.
Firstly, he still couldn’t overcome this hurdle in his heart.
Secondly, the way Wei Xun was looking at him right now was extremely sinister, no different from looking at a dead person.

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