Yan He’s personal assistant had been with him for many years.
He remembered clearly that the boss’s bed was two meters by one-point-eight meters.
Yet even that wasn’t big enough.
Who would have thought that the usually steady and cold-faced boss was so wild in private?
Even though the assistant’s mind erupted like a volcano in shock, his tone stayed steady:
“Understood, President Yan. Do you need me to replace anything else?”
Yan He, still flipping through documents, answered casually,
“No need.”
After all, that little ghost only liked to sleep in the bed. He wouldn’t sleep anywhere else.
Meanwhile, in the cemetery, the little ghost sat hugging his blanket, waiting from morning all the way until night.
By late night, Mu Bai floated outside the glass window, clutching his blanket nervously.
He poked his head in to check the living room.
Only his “new target” was inside.
No bald monk in sight.
Mu Bai let out a small sigh of relief, but then fretted over the blanket in his arms.
Yan He, glancing to the side, immediately spotted the ghost hiding in the corner, hugging that blanket only visible to Yin-Yang eyes.
Thinking of how frightened the ghost had been the night before, Yan He slowly dialed the phone and said,
“Aunt Wang, did you find my blanket today?”
Sure enough, the little ghost stuck out his head, looking nervous.
Yan He spoke into the phone,
“Not found? Then it must’ve fallen under the bed. Check under it tomorrow when you clean.”
A pause. Then, with a soft laugh,
“My house doesn’t have ghosts, so of course it just fell under the bed.”
The only ghost in the house instantly panicked.
Mu Bai darted off to the bedroom and shoved the blanket back under the bed before finally calming down.
Maybe because of that scare, Mu Bai was extra cautious tonight. He didn’t roll around the bed like usual.
Instead, he sat properly at the edge, hands resting on his knees, obediently waiting for his new target to finish showering and go to sleep.
When Yan He came out, he saw the ghost sitting so properly at the foot of the bed.
No wandering, no poking around curiously like he usually did.
So well-behaved it was almost funny.
His lips curled slightly. If one blanket could get the little ghost to sit so obediently, then it was a worthwhile trade.
But by early morning, the ghost, fighting off sleep was already clutching his blanket and preparing to crawl back out the window.
Just then, Yan He stirred awake, still half-asleep, and let out a harsh cough.
The drowsy ghost froze mid-air.
Then the man coughed again, several times in a row, still with his eyes closed.
When the coughing finally quieted down, Mu Bai blinked, a little more awake now.
His gaze dropped to the blanket in his arms.
Immediately, he stuffed it back onto the bed, his little heart still racing.
Yan He fell silent again. No more coughing.
But Mu Bai hesitated.
Normally, his target didn’t cough at all.
Climbing out the window, he kept glancing back, looking very worried.
He only had this one “meal ticket.”
If his meal ticket got sick, then it would be all over for him.
Back at the cemetery, Mu Bai was still uneasy.
After much thought, he decided it must’ve been because he’d absorbed too much of Yan He’s spirit energy.
He’d pressed his target down too hard, which led to a chill, causing him to cough at night.
His expression grew solemn. Secretly, he resolved that from now on, he’d come earlier each day, only take a little spirit energy, and stop when enough was enough.
After all, he only had this one meal ticket. He had to treasure it.
But life never goes as planned.
The very next day after making his resolution, Mu Bai couldn’t find his meal ticket at all.
Just like usual, he floated to the villa on time. But the house was pitch black, silent and empty, without a trace of life.
Mu Bai searched inside and out, over and over, but there was no sign of him.
He sat at the front door, waiting patiently for half an hour, thinking Yan He would come home.
But half an hour passed, and still no one came.
This wasn’t right.
At nine o’clock that night—
In the city center, the skyscraper lights glowed brilliantly. On the top floor, the office was still lit.
Behind the desk sat Yan He, sleeves rolled halfway up, revealing the prayer beads at his wrist.
The spacious office was quiet except for the hum of the central air conditioning and the scratch of his pen against paper.
As he signed smoothly across the page, his pen tip suddenly paused. He lifted his head, looking toward the window.
The floor-to-ceiling glass gave a full view of half the city’s nightscape.
A little ghost was sprawled against the outside of the glass, staring pitifully at him.
No one knew how long the ghost had been clinging there. Normally his round apricot eyes sparkled bright.
Tonight, they drooped weakly, looking listless.
Yan He instinctively glanced at his watch.
It was very late.
He rarely worked overtime, and never encouraged his staff to. The few times he did were only for sudden emergencies requiring urgent meetings.
Earlier, he had finished such a meeting.
He only meant to handle a few files before heading home. But without noticing, he’d worked until now.
Seeing the little ghost clinging pitifully to the window, Yan He suddenly thought of a friend’s cat.
That friend had once come home late.
The kitten had no food and kept pawing angrily at the empty bowl, knocking it noisily.
That day, his usually quiet friend had posted three whole updates on his social feed, reflecting on his mistake, attaching photos of the kitten staring up at its bowl.
Yan He wasn’t a cat person.
But somehow, the little ghost outside looked just like that kitten.
Except the kitten would scratch its bowl when hungry but this ghost couldn’t.
He only played by himself, then clung silently to the window, keeping him company while he worked.
Yan He’s throat bobbed slightly.
For the first time, he understood why his friend had said, “Seeing the kitten makes my heart soften.”
His usually cold expression softened ever so slightly.
He capped his pen, tidied the desk, and stood up to leave.
The ghost, sensing he was about to head home, lit up with joy.
In a flash, he zipped through the wall and hung himself around Yan He’s shoulders.
The softened expression on Yan He’s face instantly froze.
“….”
So much for that kitten image.
The little ghost, who had been clinging pitifully outside a moment ago, was now shamelessly hanging off his neck.
At this rate, Yan He suspected, one day he’d just end up riding on his back.
The little ghost nearly ended up climbing on top of Yan He’s head.
Just the thought of that scene made Yan He’s eyelids twitch several times.
Outside the office, the lights were still bright. A few secretaries had stayed behind to deal with paperwork.
Yan He told them they could leave for the night.
Soon, the once-bustling office grew quiet as people gradually filed out.
He and a few secretaries waited together at the elevator.
Mu Bai clung to his “meal ticket,” but when he looked around, all he saw were heads with nearly identical hairstyles.
The sharp ding of the elevator startled him.
The doors slid open, and everyone crowded inside.
The elevator was spacious, but with Yan He and his tall, broad-shouldered secretaries filling it, it felt crammed.
Mu Bai, unnerved, didn’t dare hang onto Yan He this time.
Instead, he floated cautiously into the far corner of the metal box.
He had never squeezed into such a tight space with so many people before.
His wary gaze swept over the suited backs in front of him.
All tall.
All broad-shouldered.
All wearing nearly identical black suits.
Mu Bai hesitated, then floated upward and latched onto the back that looked the most familiar.
Standing in the middle, Yan He: “…”
He had just watched the little ghost with his own eyes, cling onto the wrong person.
Mu Bai was now sprawled across his secretary’s back, looking excited as if he’d found the right spot.
They shared the same bed every night.
And yet, he could still mistake someone else for him.
Yan He fell silent. Then, in an even tone, he called out a name:
“Du Zheng.”
His voice was light, without visible emotion.
But it was enough to make every secretary stiffen, thinking they’d made some mistake that displeased their boss.
Du Zheng himself tensed but quickly replied,
“Yes, President Yan?”
Luckily, Yan He only asked a few simple questions about tomorrow’s schedule.
Relieved, Du Zheng answered in detail.
It was then Mu Bai realized he’d clung to the wrong person.
Turning his head, he spotted his true target standing a short distance away.
Yan He’s face was as cold as ever.
No, colder than usual.
Panicking, Mu Bai scrambled off the secretary’s back and threw himself onto Yan He instead.
This time he got it right.
The little ghost sighed in relief.
The secretary, noticing his boss’s face relax ever so slightly after the questions, also breathed out in relief.
That night, Mu Bai discovered his target really was sick.
Normally, Yan He always slept on his back, hands crossed neatly over his stomach, posture steady and calm.
But tonight, he lay on his side, his back turned to the ghost.
Mu Bai hovered there silently, watching his back for an entire hour.
The lights were still on. He never moved, never turned around.
It was obvious that he felt unwell.
It reminded Mu Bai of his mother.
Whenever she was sick, she would always lie on her side, never daring to cough out loud for him to hear.
She had always used the best medicine, but even so, her nights were filled with pain.
Lying on her side was the only way she could breathe easier and find some rest.
The little ghost pressed his lips together.
His round apricot eyes shimmered with unspoken worry as he stared at the man’s back.
The next night,
Darkness flowed like water.
The pale curtains swayed lightly in the night wind.
On the sofa, the man turned a page of his book. He was dressed in a black turtleneck, long legs crossed, his tall frame exuding quiet authority.
He suddenly noticed an unusual chill in the air nearby.
Lifting his eyes briefly toward the clock, he saw it was just past eight.
Was the little ghost coming early today?
Yan He’s lips curved faintly.
He waited for the ghost to float over curiously, to peek at what book he was reading tonight.
But then his hand stilled.
Without raising his head, the half-lowered black eyes darkened, their warmth fading instantly.
This yin aura was different.
The little ghost’s aura had always been like clear, icy jelly like cold, but clean and without stench.
This one reeked.
Thick, foul, suffocating.
Not all ghosts were the same.
Some turned into hideous monsters, reeking of rot after countless evil deeds and devouring both their kind and humans alike.
Yan He, with his extremely yin constitution, knew that stench too well.
The villa shuddered.
Curtains whipped violently, fabric snapping together like a chorus of screams.
The altar shelf rattled wildly, sharp friction screeching against the ears.
Invisible to normal eyes, waves of yin energy surged into the villa like a boiling tide.
The lamps flickered madly, shadows dancing across the walls.
The rancid yin aura thickened into a choking fog that swallowed the entire living room.
On the sofa, the man lowered his gaze and calmly turned another page.
Blood-red liquid spread across the floor.
A black shadow tore through the howling wind, descending with a feral screech.
The yin energy condensed into sharp, claw-like nails, slashing downward from above.
In that instant, Yan He roughly twisted the prayer beads on his wrist into his palm.
Expression steady, he seized the monster’s hair mid-dive.
His grip tightened, inch by inch, unyielding.
The prayer beads blazed with golden light, scorching like red-hot iron.
A piercing scream erupted.
The black hair, condensed from yin energy, sizzled into white smoke.
Like burning paper, it crumbled away piece by piece, devoured by the beads.
Within moments, half the monster’s head was gone.
Its blue face and fangs now reduced to a grotesque mess, leaving only half an eyeball and a drooling mouth.
The evil ghost writhed and wailed in agony, powerless under the searing beads.
Its half-head smoked away, vanishing in wisps as the scream filled the living room.
Yan He dragged the shrieking thing across the bloody floor, step by step toward the bathroom.
In the flickering light, his tall frame was half-shrouded in shadow.
His pale, jade-like face betrayed no emotion.
One hand gripped what was left of the ghost’s head.
Its twisted half-face was forced upward, still dripping foul drool, screaming as it was dragged into the dark.
The evil ghost’s scream grew even more piercing than before, multiplied by hundreds. A string of purple sandalwood prayer beads tightened around its throat, squeezing mercilessly.
In an instant, thick white smoke rose up in the bathroom. The ghost, strangled by the beads, crumbled into nothing but ash.
The ashes swirled, then were sucked into the toilet and flushed down the drain.
In the living room, the sticky, blood-like liquid formed by resentful energy quickly receded like a retreating tide. The furniture returned to its original state, neat and untouched.
The only trace left was the trail of twisted bloodstains crawling down the bathroom mirror, marks of the ghost that had broken in.
Yan He lowered his head, rinsed the beads under the faucet, then glanced at his watch. It was almost the time the little ghost usually appeared.
He let his lashes fall, pulled a few tissues from the box, and began carefully wiping the bloodstains off the mirror.
Meanwhile, in the cemetery on the outskirts of Jin City.
In daylight, it was eerie enough. At night, it was quieter still, save for the rustle of branches swaying in the wind. But for those with yin-yang eyes, the scene was far from silent.
The ghost market was bustling. Spirits drifted between gravestones, stalls laid out with odds and ends, ghostly vendors shouting their prices while others haggled back.
The ghost market was where spirits came to trade. As long as you had incense and candles, you could strike a deal.
“Are you sure this stuff is really that good?”
A small black-haired ghost squatted on the ground, his face uncertain as he eyed the rhino horn tip displayed on a mat. “Does it really work for the living?”
The stall owner was a long-tongued ghost. He immediately leaned in, assuring him over and over:
“Of course it works! Place it in his room, it’ll definitely help. Rhino horn isn’t some evil thing. The living can’t see it, it won’t draw reapers, it won’t attract monks. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“This is something my own son burned for me! You put it in that man’s room, and he’ll be healthy and strong in no time!”
“Doesn’t matter if you squashed him or bit half his brain off! This will fix him right up!”
Mu Bai squatted there, still doubtful of the long-tongued ghost’s slick sales pitch.
But faint memories stirred, rhino horn really was used in medicine. For the living, it was a good thing.
Forget it. His meal ticket was timid and easily fell ill. Keeping his meal ticket alive and well was the most important thing.
The little ghost gritted his teeth, reached into his pocket, and reluctantly pulled out two sticks of incense he had hidden away for ages.
His round eyes full of heartbreak, he whispered, “Wrap it up for me.”
The long-tongued ghost grinned wide. “Good choice! I’ll wrap it right up!”
Mu Bai watched as the stall owner cheerfully bundled the rhino horn.
Nearby, a cluster of little ghosts suddenly gasped in unison, as if they’d just heard shocking news.
“Burned into ashes again?”
“Exactly. They say half its head got burned clean off this time…”
“Honestly, scarier than the evil spirits themselves.”
Mu Bai’s ears perked up. He turned his head curiously, but he wasn’t familiar with that group.
The moment they noticed him looking, they all shut their mouths tight, refusing to speak further.
All Mu Bai caught was the part about “half a head burned off.” His little hands instinctively reached up to touch his own head.
He shivered. Probably some unlucky ghost had run into a bald monk and gotten roasted. Poor guy.
“Here you go.”
The long-tongued ghost handed him the neatly wrapped parcel, even generously gifting him a little embroidered sachet with mandarin ducks swimming on it to hold the rhino horn.
Mu Bai clutched the bundle carefully. Two whole sticks of incense, it felt like his heart was bleeding. Still, he couldn’t wait to float off toward the city.
He knew the way by heart now. In no time, he drifted up to the familiar villa. Through the glass, he spotted his new target sitting calmly on the sofa, book in hand, the room bathed in peace.
The little ghost slipped through the window as smoothly as ever. He floated to the man’s side, craning his neck to peek at the book, same as usual.
Yan He, sitting on the sofa, saw the little ghost’s curious gaze and the way he hovered so innocently.
The ghost hadn’t noticed a thing, the other aura lurking nearby, heavy with resentment, thick with danger.
After a while, Mu Bai gave up on the book. He couldn’t make sense of it anyway.
Instead, he lowered his head and dug into his pocket, carefully pulling something out.
At that very moment, a severed hand, dripping with resentment, crept out from under the sofa. Its twisted fingers stretched, inching toward Yan He’s ankle.
Yan He frowned faintly, the calm expression on his face darkening. Without even looking down, he kicked the hand back under the sofa with sharp disdain.
What trash.
Get lost.
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ChaptersChapter 1 · New TargetChapter 2 · Pervert Little Ghost?Chapter 3 · Little one is MischievousChapter 4 · New MountChapter 5 · Fake Master?Chapter 6 · Blanket StolenChapter 7 · A presentChapter 8 · Rhino HornChapter 9 · Clinging like body PillowChapter 9 · Meeting Old FriendChapter 11 · Just like ChildChapter 12 · New AddictionsChapter 13 · Jinxed StarChapter 14 · Creeping out the old IdiotChapter 14 · Creeping out the old IdiotChapter 15 · New Set of ClothesChapter 16 · Big Wife, Little WifeChapter 17 · Chapter SE 17: Raising as A SonChapter 18 · Another Ghost?!Chapter 19 · Scared away the Evil ghostChapter 20 · NingNing’s SoulChapter 20 · Chapter SE 20: NingNing’s SoulChapter 21 · Green TeaChapter 22 · VisitChapter 23 · Turned into DollChapter 24 · Reunited with Yan HeChapter 25 · I’m UglyChapter 26 · I will stomp youChapter 27 · Ghost AgainChapter 28 · Looking for new HostChapter 29 · Just a BiteChapter 30 · Chapter SE 30: BurnChapter 31 · Trapped Again!Chapter 32 · Call me Lord Official….Chapter 33 · I devote myself to you completely…Chapter 34 · Husband or son?Chapter 35 · Ghost sleep during Day time….Chapter 36 · You could buy more than four thousand sticksChapter 37 · Gu TingChapter 38 · Looks familiarChapter 39 · You’re sleeping with my ancestor?!Chapter 40 · Great great great great GrandsonChapter 41 · We can afford itChapter 42 · HotpotChapter 43 · New StoryChapter 44 · Past Memories…Chapter 45 · Kidnapping Ancestor!Chapter 46 · Copy Buddhist scripturesChapter 47 · Ancestor Flew away…Chapter 48 · Xiao He might not be spending his birthday aloneChapter 49 · May everything go as you wishChapter 50 · I lied…Chapter 51 · Young Master turned into half humanChapter 52 · LettersChapter 53 · Lord OxChapter 54 · Male… destined love???Chapter 55 · A kindred spiritChapter 56 · Chapter SE 56: I like YouChapter 57 · Yan ZhangChapter 58 · Is two hours a bit too short?Chapter 59 · Going down the middle is indeed the correct choiceChapter 60 · Excel spreadsheetsChapter 61 · He had forgotten to tell A’Sheng.Chapter 62 · The person he disliked most had become the young mistress?Chapter 63 · Rip him to shredsChapter 64 · I was wrongChapter 65 · Lord Mu is very happyChapter 66 · I’m about to get marriedChapter 67 · I want to go on a date with youChapter 68 · You’d probably overturn the entire underworldChapter 69 · Head tableChapter 70 · It was meChapter 71 · Junior King of HellChapter 72 · His wife is a little ghost who lies on the bedChapter 73 · Chen LanChapter 74 · Sister in LawChapter 75 · Chapter SE 75: Pick up my boyfriend from workChapter 75 · Extra 1Chapter 76 · Can you still talkChapter 77 · Aren’t you going to ask about yourselfChapter 77 · Extra 3Chapter 77 · Extra 2Chapter 78 · How many ordinary little spirits dare fall in love with the Yan King?Chapter 78 · Extra 4Chapter 79 · I never realized that the bird man’s status was so high… Yan KingChapter 79 · Extra 5Chapter 80 · I’ve ridden on the little Yan King’s headChapter 80 · Extra 6Chapter 81 · Is… this very important?Chapter 81 · Extra 7Chapter 82 · Young master… will you marry me?Chapter 82 · Extra 8Chapter 83 · He’s just a stubborn little old manChapter 84 · End of Main StoryChapter 93 · Extra 9Chapter 94 · Extra 10