Chapter Seventy: Jia City (4)

Listening to Gu Zhiheng’s words, the man knew he was making an unreasonable request, but he truly had no other choice. He and his girlfriend were together normally; he hadn’t interfered in any previous relationship. Yet the presence beside him simply refused to let go.

“Explain yourself—why are you following him? They’re dating normally, and you tagging along is wrong.” Gu Zhiheng turned to look at the male ghost behind the man.

He looked gentle and refined, even more so than the living man, taller and better-looking in every way.

“I’m not following him because of some messy romance. That vile woman is no good. I’m just trying to warn this fool to break up before it’s too late,” the ghost said, his face full of disappointment as he glanced helplessly at Gu Zhiheng.

In truth, the ghost and the man were childhood friends, growing up together in the same village—close as brothers since infancy.

The man’s current girlfriend had been the ghost’s girlfriend while he was alive, but the man hadn’t interfered in his brother’s relationship. He and the girl started dating only after the ghost’s death; there was no overlap or betrayal.

“My brother’s not too bright, and that woman is nothing but trouble. I follow him just to warn him, to save his life,” the ghost said, his emotions agitated, ghostly energy swirling around him.

His name was Liu Wen, a student at Jiacheng University when he was alive.

The man was Liu Qi; both had grown up together in the same village.

It wasn’t impossible that they’d fall for the same girl.

The strange thing was, Liu Wen had only been with the girl for half a month before he jumped to his death. Since it was ruled suicide, the matter was dismissed with little attention, and no one thought much of it.

But a month later, Liu Qi became romantically involved with the same woman.

Since then, Liu Wen’s ghost had followed Liu Qi everywhere, afraid his friend would repeat his fate.

“I didn’t kill myself; that vile woman pushed me off. She’s not human,” Liu Wen shouted angrily at Liu Qi, but unfortunately, Liu Qi couldn’t hear him.

“Brother, that woman is a fox spirit. She pushed me off the building to feed on my energy,” Liu Wen’s grief was unreadable to Gu Zhiheng, but he could sense his deep pain.

“This matter will take some time to resolve fully, but I’ll help your brother. He won’t be in any real danger,” Gu Zhiheng said. Fox spirit—most likely a Red-Tailed Fox.

Feeding on human energy—such an old-fashioned method, truly unimpressive.

Other foxes absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, advancing much faster in cultivation.

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“Enough, a grown man shouldn’t be crying. Keep these talismans close to you,” Gu Zhiheng tossed Liu Qi two talismans and told him to hurry home to sleep.

Liu Qi staggered away, while Liu Wen stayed by Gu Zhiheng’s side.

“Why are you staring at me? Haven’t you heard of the Gu family?” Outside, ghosts and monsters tremble at the mention of the Gu family—how could he stay so calm?

“Gu…Gu family? That Gu family?” Liu Wen stammered, then drifted far away in an instant.

Good heavens, he was truly from the Gu family. Terrifying!

That rascal Liu Qi, so loyal he might just get his brother erased from existence.

“What, are you scared?” Gu Zhiheng laughed softly. Indeed, the Gu family’s reputation wasn’t great among the supernatural. Among mortals, it was respectable.

“You must save my brother. He’s not too smart, and I don’t want him to die,” Liu Wen sighed, glancing in Liu Qi’s direction.

“Go on, keep an eye on him. Don’t let anything happen to him during this period.” It wasn’t that Gu Zhiheng didn’t want to help—it simply wasn’t the right time.

When the Red-Tailed Fox starts making moves, he’ll be able to resolve it.

At that point, the powerful foxes will take human form, seeking suitable men to feed on, or hunting weaker spirits to devour.

During that time, they can only maintain human shape, unable to revert to their original fox form.

That would be the moment to deliver the culprit who killed Liu Wen to the Bureau.

Liu Wen’s matter would finally be settled; his family would receive some compensation, and Liu Qi’s safety would be assured.

Watching Liu Wen drift after Liu Qi, Gu Zhiheng felt bored and turned to wander in all directions.

He’d only had a few sips—far from satisfying. Tonight, he planned to drink till dawn.

“The same wine as earlier, bring five more bottles. Your boss is treating,” he said with a raised brow to the young man fetching his drinks.

What’s so great about a younger brother? Single life is better.

Love binds freedom, and women slow down his talisman-making.

“Mr. Gu, our wine doesn’t come free. Are you sure you won’t pay anything?” A suave man approached, his manner reminiscent of Mo Han.

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“Mr. Mo, long time no see!” The newcomer was none other than Mo Han’s younger brother, Mo Bai.

“Mr. Gu, does my brother know you drink without paying?” So this was the current head of the Gu family—not as impressive as he expected.

“What, do you still look down on me?” Gu Zhiheng raised his hand, and Mo Bai was instantly immobilized by a talisman.

Mo Bai froze for a moment, then quickly recovered.

“My apologies, Mr. Gu. I misjudged you. Please forgive me,” Mo Bai said sincerely, bowing to Gu Zhiheng.

“No need for courtesy. The Gu family isn’t petty. Let’s have a drink together,” he smiled, though his eyes betrayed nothing.

Mo Bai knew he was at fault and joined Gu Zhiheng, signaling the staff to bring more wine.

“My brother mentions you sometimes, but you’re so different now. Truly impressive!” His tone was polite, the earlier disdain gone.

“You flatter me. I owe much to your brother and his wife’s support. Without them, I wouldn’t have grown so quickly,” Gu Zhiheng replied, well-versed in social niceties.

“My sister-in-law? My brother finally won over your sister?” Impossible—the lone wolf caught the tigress?

What a match! He really managed to win over Chu Xingran, that fierce woman. Unbelievable.

“Yes, they’re together now. Getting along well,” he said coolly, his expression indifferent.

Perhaps he didn’t want to say much to Mo Bai, raising his glass for a toast, preferring to keep conversation brief.

Mo Bai respected that, drinking in silence and not asking further, simply accompanying Gu Zhiheng glass after glass.

“Drink freely. Tonight it’s on me—no need for courtesy, Head of the Gu family!” Mo Bai’s tolerance was low; after two drinks, he began rambling.

Gu Zhiheng’s wild gaze swept over Mo Bai, finding it dull. He tossed a wad of cash and left.

Whether it was enough didn’t matter—he’d paid, hadn’t he?

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