Unlike the crowded auction hall, the pitch-black corridor backstage was empty.
But if there was light at the moment and someone placed their attention on the carpet beneath their feet, they would have been surprised to see two even rows of shallow footprints slowly appearing on the carpet.
The shaggy carpet looked like it had been heavily pressed by something, making the fluff spread out in all directions.
Soon afterward, the fluff quickly returned to its original state.
In the empty darkness, two people could still be heard whispering.
“Hey, you’re stepping on my foot.”
“I said I’d carry you, but you refused.”
“I’m a majestic 1.8-foot man; what would it look like being princess carried?”
“No one will see you. Besides, we’ve done everything that we should have done. I’ve touched everything that should and shouldn’t be touched; isn’t it too late to become reserved now?”
“Hey, you. Why are you suddenly so shameless? You were clearly a gentleman before.”
“That was all pretend, and what about you? Why are you still pretending to be pure? What do you have to say about yourself?”
“…… Isn’t there a possibility that I’m actually pure?”
“Oh, your reaction seems pure. Okay, will you say yes if I call you baby doll?”
“…… You go to hell, dog thing!”
T/N: [dog thing is a swear]
———–
In the live broadcast room
[???? Ah this…my face is so red.]
[Blushing face. Jpg.]
[Say yes, baby doll!]
[I finally realized why some people like to ship real CPs. It’s Isn’t this more fragrant than some imaginary couples?! Sure enough, following a real couple is exciting. ]
[I didn’t know the big boss and God Xin could act like this.]
[Happy Valentine’s Day!
[What, it’s Valentine’s Day? What month is it?
[Every day is Valentine’s Day in a place filled with love! So, Happy Valentine’s Day!]
[Oh, I haven’t celebrated Valentine’s Day in a long time. Happy Valentine’s Day!]
[Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope that all lovers in the world will get married and that God Xin and the Big Boss will perform 18x live.]
[???]
[Even if God Xin accepts your request, the big boss will refuse.]
[Even if God Xin and the big boss say yes, the system will never agree.]
[This garbage system, it’s rare to have two male Bodhisattvas who are generous and selfless.]
[Who disagrees? Garbage system!]
The main brain hidden in the shadows: “…”
If you mock me again, believe me, I will throw you all into the copy of death and let you all go to the underworld for the Qingming Festival!
T/N: [This is a festival for sweeping tombs and offering sacrifices to ancestors, also called Tomb Sweeping Day.]
——
In front of the dark gate, there stood two miserable white paper figurines to the left and right.
The paper figurines were wearing armor made of jade plaques, and their white faces were glowing, with two small red blushes that stood out.
The two paper figurines were holding red tasseled spears in their hands, with the head of the spear facing upwards and the handle facing downwards. They were currently dozing off from boredom.
Suddenly, there was a bang, and several jade plaques fell off the clothes of one of the paper figurines and hit the other one.
The two dozing paper figurines instantly woke up, and the one who had been hit glared at the other one, “Why are you hitting me?”
“I didn’t hit you, the jade plaque did,” the other paper figurine answered in a dry voice, “I’m not that bored, okay?”
“So you’re saying I’m falsely accusing you?” The paper figurine’s eyes widened, and he took two steps forward to stand in front of the other party with the air of an inquisitor.
The paper figurine had just stood up when its body suddenly leaned forward and grabbed a jade plaque on the other party’s armor. Their bodies collided with each other, and the plaques fell with a crisp “bang bang bang” sound.
—“You’re pulling at me!”
—“I didn’t, I just failed to stand properly!”
—“I saw everything, you did it on purpose!”
—“Why are you so annoying? I’m not going to bother with you!”
—“Damn it, I’ll beat you to death, you bastard! You’re clearly bullying me, I’ve always liked you.”
—“I’ll beat you up, I’m the one who doesn’t like you!”
The closed door slid open by a crack and closed slowly as the two paper figurines argued.
When the door closed with a bang, the two paper figurines stopped moving at the same time.
They glanced toward the closed iron door in confusion, and one of them said, “Did the door just slam?”
The other paper figurine: “I think so…”
— “Did someone go in?”
—“With the two of us here to keep guard, how could anyone have gotten in? You’re overthinking it.”
—“So are we… still fighting?”
—“Uh, I guess not? Let’s watch the door; we’re good buddies; why fight?”
—“Mmmmmm, you’re right.”
Behind the door, Dijia lifted the cloak.
One tall and one short figure stuck together so tightly that they almost melted into one another.
Dijia regrettably put the cloak on himself and explained unwillingly, “It’s quite dangerous beyond this point, and stealth would be ineffective in avoiding danger.”
In the darkness, Bai Lixin removed the flashlight from his backpack, rolling his eyes in the process.
“You’re right, it can cause a stampede to a large extent.”
The flashlight illuminated the steep flight of steps in front of them.
The steps went all the way down, and where the light disappeared, steps were still seen disappearing.
Dijia tsked, “That’s pretty deep.”
“It’s so mysterious; how many conspiracies do you think are involved here?”
Ever since they talked, whether it was on the principle of “breaking the jar” or just his nature, Dijia had become much more talkative.
Bai Lixin shone his torch toward Dijia and asked, “Do you really not know who the master of the ghost market is?”
“Sort of,” Dijia put away his casual expression and walked ahead of Bai Lixin, “The master of the ghost market never appears in his real form; even if he does, it’s as a puppet doll or a paper man.”
“As King Yama, I have indeed interacted with the master of the ghost market, but the ones I met with were all dummies. The only time he appeared, he was wearing a thick cloak, and I couldn’t see his true form at all.”
“How oddly mysterious,” Bai Lixin turned on the maximum setting to help illuminate the path ahead for Dijia, “How long has he existed?”
Dijia: “Ever since the time I became King Yama. But I always feel as if he has changed.”
Bai Lixin: “What do you mean by that?”
Dijia: “His way of doing things has changed. I don’t remember the Ghost market breeding evil spirits previously. There were only paper guards before. And the paper people wouldn’t become living people.”
“Some people have raised questions about this, and the master of the Ghost Market only replied that the paper people scared guests, so that’s why they were changed to a lifelike appearance.”
Bai Lixin said in a solemn voice, “So it is likely that the previous owner of the Ghost Market has been replaced by someone else.”
“The fake King Yama is responsible for catching various brides under your name, and then completing the conception in that fake palace. Then this underground kingdom is responsible for delivery, producing infant spirits and the legendary demon baby.”
“The red fruit in Yangwang town makes the paper people alive, and this auction house also makes the paper people into living people.”
“And some of the ingredients in the powder that helped the saint escape from prison came from the auction house.”
“So looking at it this way, all the clues lead straight to the master of the ghost market.”
“He must be connected even if he’s not the mastermind behind the scenes.”
Dijia nodded dotingly, “Hmm, you’re right, how clever.”
Bai Lixin covered his face.
‘No more compliments, I blame myself!’
The sweetness was bursting at the seams!’
The two walked down the deep steps, and suddenly heard movements beyond.
Bai Lixin and Dijia looked at each other, and at the same time, the two made two silent movements.
Bai Lixin turned off the torch, while Dijia opened the cloak.
In the next second, chaotic footsteps came from around the corner of the stairs.
Bai Lixin and Dijia had just pressed themselves against the wall when two hurried figures appeared in view.
One of them carried a paraffin lamp in his hand, vigilantly shining it up the steps.
—“Strange, I clearly saw a light just now; how come it’s gone now?”
The man looked strange, with a jagged, twig-like horn protruding from his head and a broken mouth made of petals that looked ugly and bizarre.
The other man was slightly better looking, but his whole body was covered in strange grey scales like a python, and he had a nose that looked like it had been cut off.
The horned man held up a paraffin lamp and walked up the steps. The snake man beside him stretched out a forked tongue from his mouth and hissed twice as it moved like tentacles and smelled the air.
“Hiss, it smells fresh.”
The snake man turned his head, and the forked tongue slowly closed in on the corner where Bai Lixin and Dijia were hiding.
Bai Lixin held his breath, his shoulders tensing slightly as he watched the approaching snake man.
Just when the snake man’s tongue was only an inch away from the cloak, Bai Lixin’s pupils shrank, and he turned to look at Dijia in surprise.
Dijia had reached into his clothes and was fondling him while resting his chin against his shoulder, saying coquettishly, “Did I ever tell you that you smell really good?”
The forked tongue was close at hand, and Dijia’s fingers were already pressing on the honey-colored point on his chest.
Bai Lixin: “????”
Was this the time to do such a thing? When you were reincarnated in this life, were you reincarnated in the body of some kind of horse?
Dijia smiled softly and pinched Bai Lixin’s chin, talking fondly as he kissed the other’s somewhat cool lips.
“Don’t worry, they won’t catch us.”
Unlike the crowded auction hall, the pitch-black corridor backstage was empty.
But if there was light at the moment and someone placed their attention on the carpet beneath their feet, they would have been surprised to see two even rows of shallow footprints slowly appearing on the carpet.
The shaggy carpet looked like it had been heavily pressed by something, making the fluff spread out in all directions.
Soon afterward, the fluff quickly returned to its original state.
In the empty darkness, two people could still be heard whispering.
“Hey, you’re stepping on my foot.”
“I said I’d carry you, but you refused.”
“I’m a majestic 1.8-foot man; what would it look like being princess carried?”
“No one will see you. Besides, we’ve done everything that we should have done. I’ve touched everything that should and shouldn’t be touched; isn’t it too late to become reserved now?”
“Hey, you. Why are you suddenly so shameless? You were clearly a gentleman before.”
“That was all pretend, and what about you? Why are you still pretending to be pure? What do you have to say about yourself?”
“…… Isn’t there a possibility that I’m actually pure?”
“Oh, your reaction seems pure. Okay, will you say yes if I call you baby doll?”
“…… You go to hell, dog thing!”
T/N: [dog thing is a swear]
———–
In the live broadcast room
[???? Ah this…my face is so red.]
[Blushing face. Jpg.]
[Say yes, baby doll!]
[I finally realized why some people like to ship real CPs. It’s Isn’t this more fragrant than some imaginary couples?! Sure enough, following a real couple is exciting. ]
[I didn’t know the big boss and God Xin could act like this.]
[Happy Valentine’s Day!
[What, it’s Valentine’s Day? What month is it?
[Every day is Valentine’s Day in a place filled with love! So, Happy Valentine’s Day!]
[Oh, I haven’t celebrated Valentine’s Day in a long time. Happy Valentine’s Day!]
[Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope that all lovers in the world will get married and that God Xin and the Big Boss will perform 18x live.]
[???]
[Even if God Xin accepts your request, the big boss will refuse.]
[Even if God Xin and the big boss say yes, the system will never agree.]
[This garbage system, it’s rare to have two male Bodhisattvas who are generous and selfless.]
[Who disagrees? Garbage system!]
The main brain hidden in the shadows: “…”
If you mock me again, believe me, I will throw you all into the copy of death and let you all go to the underworld for the Qingming Festival!
T/N: [This is a festival for sweeping tombs and offering sacrifices to ancestors, also called Tomb Sweeping Day.]
——
In front of the dark gate, there stood two miserable white paper figurines to the left and right.
The paper figurines were wearing armor made of jade plaques, and their white faces were glowing, with two small red blushes that stood out.
The two paper figurines were holding red tasseled spears in their hands, with the head of the spear facing upwards and the handle facing downwards. They were currently dozing off from boredom.
Suddenly, there was a bang, and several jade plaques fell off the clothes of one of the paper figurines and hit the other one.
The two dozing paper figurines instantly woke up, and the one who had been hit glared at the other one, “Why are you hitting me?”
“I didn’t hit you, the jade plaque did,” the other paper figurine answered in a dry voice, “I’m not that bored, okay?”
“So you’re saying I’m falsely accusing you?” The paper figurine’s eyes widened, and he took two steps forward to stand in front of the other party with the air of an inquisitor.
The paper figurine had just stood up when its body suddenly leaned forward and grabbed a jade plaque on the other party’s armor. Their bodies collided with each other, and the plaques fell with a crisp “bang bang bang” sound.
—“You’re pulling at me!”
—“I didn’t, I just failed to stand properly!”
—“I saw everything, you did it on purpose!”
—“Why are you so annoying? I’m not going to bother with you!”
—“Damn it, I’ll beat you to death, you bastard! You’re clearly bullying me, I’ve always liked you.”
—“I’ll beat you up, I’m the one who doesn’t like you!”
The closed door slid open by a crack and closed slowly as the two paper figurines argued.
When the door closed with a bang, the two paper figurines stopped moving at the same time.
They glanced toward the closed iron door in confusion, and one of them said, “Did the door just slam?”
The other paper figurine: “I think so…”
— “Did someone go in?”
—“With the two of us here to keep guard, how could anyone have gotten in? You’re overthinking it.”
—“So are we… still fighting?”
—“Uh, I guess not? Let’s watch the door; we’re good buddies; why fight?”
—“Mmmmmm, you’re right.”
Behind the door, Dijia lifted the cloak.
One tall and one short figure stuck together so tightly that they almost melted into one another.
Dijia regrettably put the cloak on himself and explained unwillingly, “It’s quite dangerous beyond this point, and stealth would be ineffective in avoiding danger.”
In the darkness, Bai Lixin removed the flashlight from his backpack, rolling his eyes in the process.
“You’re right, it can cause a stampede to a large extent.”
The flashlight illuminated the steep flight of steps in front of them.
The steps went all the way down, and where the light disappeared, steps were still seen disappearing.
Dijia tsked, “That’s pretty deep.”
“It’s so mysterious; how many conspiracies do you think are involved here?”
Ever since they talked, whether it was on the principle of “breaking the jar” or just his nature, Dijia had become much more talkative.
Bai Lixin shone his torch toward Dijia and asked, “Do you really not know who the master of the ghost market is?”
“Sort of,” Dijia put away his casual expression and walked ahead of Bai Lixin, “The master of the ghost market never appears in his real form; even if he does, it’s as a puppet doll or a paper man.”
“As King Yama, I have indeed interacted with the master of the ghost market, but the ones I met with were all dummies. The only time he appeared, he was wearing a thick cloak, and I couldn’t see his true form at all.”
“How oddly mysterious,” Bai Lixin turned on the maximum setting to help illuminate the path ahead for Dijia, “How long has he existed?”
Dijia: “Ever since the time I became King Yama. But I always feel as if he has changed.”
Bai Lixin: “What do you mean by that?”
Dijia: “His way of doing things has changed. I don’t remember the Ghost market breeding evil spirits previously. There were only paper guards before. And the paper people wouldn’t become living people.”
“Some people have raised questions about this, and the master of the Ghost Market only replied that the paper people scared guests, so that’s why they were changed to a lifelike appearance.”
Bai Lixin said in a solemn voice, “So it is likely that the previous owner of the Ghost Market has been replaced by someone else.”
“The fake King Yama is responsible for catching various brides under your name, and then completing the conception in that fake palace. Then this underground kingdom is responsible for delivery, producing infant spirits and the legendary demon baby.”
“The red fruit in Yangwang town makes the paper people alive, and this auction house also makes the paper people into living people.”
“And some of the ingredients in the powder that helped the saint escape from prison came from the auction house.”
“So looking at it this way, all the clues lead straight to the master of the ghost market.”
“He must be connected even if he’s not the mastermind behind the scenes.”
Dijia nodded dotingly, “Hmm, you’re right, how clever.”
Bai Lixin covered his face.
‘No more compliments, I blame myself!’
The sweetness was bursting at the seams!’
The two walked down the deep steps, and suddenly heard movements beyond.
Bai Lixin and Dijia looked at each other, and at the same time, the two made two silent movements.
Bai Lixin turned off the torch, while Dijia opened the cloak.
In the next second, chaotic footsteps came from around the corner of the stairs.
Bai Lixin and Dijia had just pressed themselves against the wall when two hurried figures appeared in view.
One of them carried a paraffin lamp in his hand, vigilantly shining it up the steps.
—“Strange, I clearly saw a light just now; how come it’s gone now?”
The man looked strange, with a jagged, twig-like horn protruding from his head and a broken mouth made of petals that looked ugly and bizarre.
The other man was slightly better looking, but his whole body was covered in strange grey scales like a python, and he had a nose that looked like it had been cut off.
The horned man held up a paraffin lamp and walked up the steps. The snake man beside him stretched out a forked tongue from his mouth and hissed twice as it moved like tentacles and smelled the air.
“Hiss, it smells fresh.”
The snake man turned his head, and the forked tongue slowly closed in on the corner where Bai Lixin and Dijia were hiding.
Bai Lixin held his breath, his shoulders tensing slightly as he watched the approaching snake man.
Just when the snake man’s tongue was only an inch away from the cloak, Bai Lixin’s pupils shrank, and he turned to look at Dijia in surprise.
Dijia had reached into his clothes and was fondling him while resting his chin against his shoulder, saying coquettishly, “Did I ever tell you that you smell really good?”
The forked tongue was close at hand, and Dijia’s fingers were already pressing on the honey-colored point on his chest.
Bai Lixin: “????”
Was this the time to do such a thing? When you were reincarnated in this life, were you reincarnated in the body of some kind of horse?
Dijia smiled softly and pinched Bai Lixin’s chin, talking fondly as he kissed the other’s somewhat cool lips.
“Don’t worry, they won’t catch us.”
