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"It's fine, just don't be so aggressive."
In an instant, I found myself uncontrollably pulled onto the bed. Mu Yan pounced on me like a wolf, overwhelming me with her relentless teasing.
Honestly, if it weren't for the psychological effect, under normal circumstances, Mu Yan still looked quite beautiful, just as she did when I first met her.
However, knowing that she was a ghost made it somewhat unsettling to engage in such activities with her.
Nevertheless, after that night, my fear of her diminished significantly. I even felt that as long as she didn't transform into that terrifying form, she wasn't all that frightening.
Moreover, having her by my side seemed to provide an extra layer of safety; at the very least, those ordinary Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts dared not approach me.
When dawn broke, Mu Yan left, saying that if I needed her, I should just call her name loudly, and she would appear.
I ignored her but felt a bit speechless inside. If I really shouted her name into thin air, people would probably think I had lost my mind over a breakup.
That day passed without much happening. I stayed home and sat on the couch with Zhou Zhen watching TV until around five in the afternoon when Zhou Zhen received a phone call and told me that Mao Shiba had arrived. He said I should stay home for a while while he went to pick him up at the station.
I felt a bit anxious and insisted on going with him. Zhou Zhen nodded without saying much more.
Mao Shiba came by train, and since I didn't know him, I stayed close to Zhou Zhen as we waited by the exit.
The train station was always bustling with people, especially when trains arrived. As soon as the doors opened at the exit, it was a sea of faces.
Suddenly, Zhou Zhen's face lit up with a smile as he waved and called out "Shiba!" before quickly walking over.
I turned to look in the direction of his voice and frowned slightly, feeling a twinge of suspicion.
Approaching us was a young man about my age—tall and thin, wearing black sneakers and distressed jeans with numerous holes. He sported a black T-shirt and had a buzz cut with yellow highlights. An iron hoop dangled from his ear.
This was the impressive figure that Zhou Zhen had mentioned, a non-mainstream character.
I stood there in disbelief. It was hard to connect the person before me with the so-called impressive figure, whether it was based on appearance, demeanor, or even age.
This guy looked like a punk off the street.
But there was no denying that this non-mainstream individual was indeed Mao Shiba. He had approached Zhou Zhen and called him "Uncle Zhou."
I stood frozen, watching them as they came closer. Zhou Zhen pointed at me and introduced me to Mao Shiba, saying, "Eighteen, this is Lin Hao, the person I told you about on the phone."
At that moment, Mao Shiba turned his gaze toward me. His expression was somewhat indifferent; he merely nodded slightly before furrowing his brow tightly.
His gaze traveled from head to toe, finally settling on my abdomen. The frown deepened as he directly reached into my shirt and lightly touched my stomach.
I frowned slightly in discomfort; after all, he was a grown man.
However, seeing Mao Shiba's serious demeanor, Zhou Zhen asked, "So, Eighteen, did you notice anything?"
"Mm."
Mao Shiba nodded lightly and withdrew his hand from my shirt.
Seeing him nod, I quickly asked before Zhou Zhen could speak, "So what exactly is inside me?"
I turned my gaze to Mao Shiba. Although he didn't seem very reliable at first glance, his serious expression made me anxious.
I wanted to know what that energy inside me really was and what it meant.
Mao Shiba frowned slightly and shot me a glance. Zhou Zhen then said, "There are too many people outside; let's talk about this later."
Mao Shiba nodded, and it was then that I remembered the bustling crowd around us, making it indeed inappropriate to discuss such matters.
All the way, Mao Shiba ignored me, instead sharing jokes and laughter with Zhou Zhen, mostly reminiscing about Mao Shiba's childhood.
It was no surprise, really; Mao Shiba looked to be around my age, while Zhou Zhen was already in his thirties. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he had watched Mao Shiba grow up.
They paid me no mind, and I was too lazy to speak. After being treated this way by Mao Shiba, I felt my mood had soured completely.
Who would have thought that as soon as we entered Zhou Zhen's home, Mao Shiba would seem like a completely different person? Compared to the earlier indifference, there was a complete 180-degree shift. He grabbed my shoulder excitedly and exclaimed, "Wow, you’re something else!"
What do you mean I'm something else?
I was puzzled.
His sudden outburst left me feeling completely lost.
Zhou Zhen also seemed taken aback by this unexpected display. He closed the door and asked, "Eighteen, what do you mean by that?"
Only then did Mao Shiba realize he had acted a bit out of line. Taking a breath, he said, "Uncle Zhou, you must have heard of the Demon King's Cauldron."
Demon King's Cauldron?
Zhou Zhen first froze in surprise, then his face quickly filled with astonishment as he looked at Mao Shiba incredulously and asked, "Are you saying the energy within him is the Demon King's Cauldron?"
"Yes, that's right. It's definitely the Demon King's Cauldron; I wouldn't mistake it," Mao Shiba affirmed with unwavering confidence.
"No wonder! So it's the Demon King's Cauldron! I thought so!" Zhou Zhen slapped his forehead in realization, as if this was when it finally clicked for him.
I stood there dumbfounded, feeling a bit dazed by their sudden excitement. I had no idea what the Demon King's Cauldron even was.
But anyway, since it involved a Demon Soldier, I figured it couldn't be anything good.
Sure enough, seeing my confusion, Zhou Zhen explained, "Xiao Lin, do you remember when I told you there are levels?"
I nodded and said I remembered. Then Zhou Zhen asked if I recalled how their levels were classified.
I thought for a moment but couldn't recall, so I shook my head and said, "Uncle Zhou, I can't remember clearly."
"Mm."
Zhou Zhen smiled lightly and said, "Ghost Soldier, Ghost General, Ghost Commander, Ghost King; oh right, there's also the Demon Emperor."
Upon hearing this, I frowned slightly.
Ghost King, Demon King's Cauldron.
Instinctively, I felt that the two seemed to have some connection.
Zhou Zhen's next words confirmed my suspicion. He said, "Demon King's Cauldron actually means that a being of Ghost King level has occupied your body and used it as a Furnace to seal the energy of the Ghost King within you. That's why it's called the Demon King's Cauldron."
As Zhou Zhen's words sank in, my mind went blank. A being of Ghost King level had occupied my body?
I could hardly believe it. A Ghost King—what kind of existence was that?
Yet this terrifying Fellow had occupied my body and even left behind energy of Ghost King level within me. This meant that the powerful energy inside me was left by the Ghost King who had taken over my body.
However, I couldn't quite understand why both Mao Shiba and Zhou Zhen were so excited when it came to the Demon King's Cauldron. Could it be that this was actually a good thing?
Just from the word "Furnace," I knew it couldn't be anything good.
Although my academic performance in school was not very good, I had a passion for reading classic fantasy novels during my free time, so I was familiar with the meaning of the term "Furnace."
Moreover, it was precisely because of this so-called "Demon King's Cauldron" that I fell into the trap of the "Cloud Ghost General," which led to the death of my aunt and a series of troubles that followed.
Seeing my pale face and expression of despair, Zhou Zhen and Mao Shiba seemed to sense my concerns. Mao Shiba chuckled and said, "Actually, you shouldn't think too negatively. The Demon King's Cauldron isn't all bad; in fact, it might be a tremendous blessing for you."
"A blessing?"
I shot him a glare and replied, "A blessing that attracts ghosts? A blessing that makes me a target for Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts? Don't think I don't know; that Demon King will definitely take over my body sooner or later."
"Oh, I didn't expect you to know so much."
Seeing my ashen face, Mao Shiba grinned mischievously at me and said, "Since you're going to die anyway, why not let me and Uncle Zhou benefit from this energy instead?"
"What are you trying to do?" I exclaimed in shock.
At that moment, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and although it was still light outside, the atmosphere became eerily dim. A strange shadowy figure silently leaped in through the window.
It stood just a few steps away from us. I couldn't see its eyes or face, but I felt an intense sensation as if it were staring directly at us.
And it seemed to be fixated on me. The feeling was overwhelming and very real; the pressure made it difficult for me to breathe.
At this point, Zhou Zhen and Mao Shiba's expressions turned grave.
Then the shadow seemed to take a step forward, closing the distance between us.
Suddenly, Mao Shiba shouted with a serious tone, "May I ask which Demon King you are? I am Mao Shiba, a descendant of the Nine Families of the Dao Veins' Mao Family. Please show some mercy."
The sudden appearance of the shadow left me breathless; it was the Demon King.
Panic surged through me. If this shadow truly was the Demon King, then the Demon King's Cauldron I possessed must have been left behind by him.
Was he here to take my life?
In that moment, despair washed over me, and I felt as if my life had reached its end.
If there was still a glimmer of hope in my heart, it was solely because of Mao Shiba.
But he had just said he wanted to drain the energy from my body. Would he really save me?
Even if he intended to help, his earlier words seemed ineffective, as the shadow merely paused for a brief moment before continuing to advance.
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