Grave Moving Brigade - Chapter 42 PT1

Chapter 42 PT1 – “You Smell So Good.”

“That’s up to you.”

Jiang Yu put the room card against the door lock and walked in. When he turned around to close the door, his eyes passed by the lonely figure in the corridor.

Wu Weiwei’s eyes were dazed, his shadow was forced back to his feet by the light, shrinking into a small ball. It was completely different from his usual joking appearance. At this moment, he looked more like a lone migratory bird during migration.

‘I want to find a home, but I have no idea where to go.’

The moment the door closed, Jiang Yu’s deep voice seeped through the crack, “The past cannot determine the future.”

Wu Weiwei’s eyes moved, and when he looked over, the door was locked.

The little weasel stuffed in the schoolbag arched its back, pushed open the zipper with its nose tip, revealing its black nose and whiskers on both sides, and sniffed the air eagerly.

After making sure that Wu Weiwei was the only one in the corridor, it poked its head out.

Jiang Yu’s words were like a heavy blow, which shattered Wu Weiwei’s heart that had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and then pieced it together again, kneading it into a new ball of flesh and blood.

Wu Weiwei suddenly became full of fighting spirit. The past was past. As long as he didn’t make any more mistakes and took every step firmly, the regret and shame that was entangled in his heart would be peeled off from his body layer by layer and covered by his new self.

He felt something wet touching his palm and looked down. The weasel’s body had already struggled most of the way out of the backpack and was reminding him that his butt was stuck.

In the room not far away in the corridor ahead, a couple just happened to walk out hand in hand.

Wu Weiwei was startled. He held down the weasel’s head, stuffed it back into his backpack, and quickly opened the door with the room card.

When they reached the safe area, the weasel broke out of the backpack again and sniffed every corner with its nose like a patrolling guard.

Wu Weiwei fell on the bed with his head tilted back, stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, turned over and sat up, and asked, “Besides catching mice and possessing people, what else can you do?”

The weasel stiffened slightly, turned around with its head lowered, and shook its head in frustration.

Although it has had the opportunity to practice cultivation, it has been relying on offerings and worshipping the moon to improve itself. Its cultivation is actually very shallow, and it is only enough to help Sun Jiayu get rid of his illness.

When faced with a powerful opponent, it can’t even run away.

Seeing its drooping head, Wu Weiwei guessed that this weasel was a rookie just like himself.

He patted the weasel on the back and said, “It’s okay. Let’s work together.”

The weasel nodded vigorously.

Wu Weiwei looked at its cute appearance and felt soft at heart. He couldn’t help wanting to help it. He slid from the bed to the carpet and told it about his situation.

“Although I sometimes shamelessly call Mr. Zhao my master, he is Brother Chen’s master, not mine. Mr. Zhao is a very nice person and likes to practice Tai Chi in the morning.”

“Mr. Jiang is our financial manager and a major investor with strong backing. You must never enter his room. If you enter, you will be scared out of your wits. It’s not that there is something scary in there, it’s just… eerie, like a dry well that has not seen the sun for thousands of years.”

“By the way, don’t provoke that parrot. It looks gluttonous and talkative, but it’s actually very fierce, with a bad temper.”

After a few seconds of pausing, he added, “Most of the time, it’s very friendly. By the way, it guards its food, so don’t touch the nuts in its bowl. Otherwise, it might peck your head off.”

The weasel opened its eyes wide and held its head tightly with its two short furry paws.

This is not alarmist.

On the first day Wu Weiwei arrived at the courtyard, he stole a fat melon seed out of impatience, wanting to use it to tease the macaw.

Who knew that the little fellow was so smart that he actually knew that it was something from his own bowl. Without any warning, he pounced on him and snatched the melon seed away, and even pecked Wu Weiwei’s scalp as a punishment.

His scalp was sensitive, and when the hooked beak poked him, it hurt so much that he almost cried.

Afterwards, Chen Ling told him about the macaw’s habits and warning points, and warned him not to provoke it.

After hearing the sad story, the weasel hesitated for a moment, then moved forward and rubbed its head against Wu Weiwei’s knee to comfort him.

Wu Weiwei sighed and picked it up. “A spirit is indeed different. It understands human nature so well.”

Thinking of the courtyard’s mascot, he asked the weasel: “Do you think Xiaolan has also become a spirit? Why do I feel that he is too smart to be a bird?”

Take for example what happened at Mr. Sun’s house before. If it were any other animal, it would not be able to understand Chen Ling’s long speech.

Yes, parrots can understand human language and mimic human speech. Their brains are indeed smarter than ordinary birds or other animals, but they are definitely not as smart as Xiaolan.

The weasel blinked and said nothing.

Wu Weiwei rubbed his hair and said, “Forget it. Our Brother Chen and Mr. Zhao are not ordinary people. The parrots they raise are naturally parrots with great wisdom in their brains. They cannot be compared with other birds.”

The weasel began nodding again.

“Doesn’t your neck get tired from all the nodding?”

This time the weasel shook his head.

Wu Weiwei chuckled, “It’s OK as long as you don’t feel tired. Maybe it can even cure your cervical spine.”

He patted his butt, stood up, stretched his limbs, and walked towards the bathroom when he suddenly remembered something. He bent down very seriously and picked up the weasel that was following him closely.

“Don’t release the gas, or you’ll be blasted out.”

The weasel opened its mouth and uttered a few short breaths.

Wu Weiwei saw that its throat and tongue were fine, and it didn’t look like it was dumb due to some external reason, so he asked, “Have you never been able to make a sound?”

The weasel shook its head, raised its neck as hard as it could, and used its little paws to lift away the thick white fur on its neck.

Hidden beneath the fur is a horizontal scar, right at the location of the vocal cords.

The fur of weasels can be made into high-quality wool, and some people use their fur to impersonate mink. Many humans chase and hunt them.

This injury might have been caused during an escape.

Wu Weiwei pressed its little paw down and said, “Although Yuhe Mountain is a little bald, it is absolutely safe. You should just follow Brother Chen from now on. You may not be able to have a luxurious life, but you will definitely have a stable life.”

The weasel rubbed Wu Weiwei’s cheek with the tip of its nose to show that it understood.

At this time, the person that the man and the spirit were talking about was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with his limbs spread out.

Chen Ling’s lips parted slightly and he let out a soft snoring sound. His eyelashes trembled at the sudden touch of moisture.

Jiang Yu wiped his face with a warm, wet towel, his fingertips hidden under the towel, gently wiping the young man’s cheek.

The fair face was illuminated by the dim light, with a soft and warm color, and every time the towel wiped it, a trace of moisture was left.

The water vapor evaporated, leaving behind a refreshing coolness that made Chen Ling hum comfortably. He struggled to open his eyes a crack, and under the cover of his eyelashes, he could only see a figure moving.

He turned over and buried his head in the depression formed by two pillows.

Jiang Yu had no expression on his face. He covered the young man with a blanket and went into the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet and watched the transparent, colorless liquid flow over the back of his hand, along his fingertips, and gather with other water at the bottom of the basin before flowing into the dark pipe.

Wu Weiwei’s words rang in his ears. Jiang Yu frowned slightly in annoyance and rubbed the towel vigorously. The nail of his left hand scratched the thumb of his right hand, leaving a long red mark.

The thin skin turned up, and bright red blood oozed out from under the skin.

He raised his hand, looked at the wound towards the light, and licked it with the tip of his tongue. The strong fishy taste made him frown in disgust. He turned on the water again almost roughly and kept rinsing the wound.

The wound healed, but the violence welling up in his heart could not be calmed.

Jiang Yu didn’t show it on his face, and he was no longer so eager to scrub the towel. There was a dark color in his eyes, his jaw was tense, but the corners of his lips were quietly curved. It was unknown whether he was really happy in his heart.

He hung up the towel, walked out, and stopped at the head of the bed.

The young man’s breathing was light, and after he changed his sleeping position, his snoring stopped.

Jiang Yu leaned closer, put his arms on both sides of Chen Ling’s shoulders, closed his eyes and rubbed the ends of his hair with the tip of his nose. He breathed in the scent of another person, a smell he could not describe, like gentle hands, soft wind, and sudden rain in the scorching desert.

With endless tenacity, it permeates everything silently.

He lay down on his side with his clothes on, and hugged the young man tightly through the quilt. He wanted to use more force but was afraid of waking him up, so he could only move his body uncomfortably, pressing his chest against the young man’s back through the thin quilt.

“Chen Ling.” The man’s voice sounded after the lights were turned off, as low as a string.

After a while, he shouted again stubbornly.

Chen Ling slept soundly and had no idea what he was dreaming about. He smacked his lips and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Yu’s chest trembled and he smiled silently. He closed his eyes and buried his chin on the young man’s neck. “If someone standing in a mud pit can be your friend, then someone who crawled out of hell can be your friend too…”

He buried his cheeks downwards, and breathed in Chen Ling’s scent greedily, “You smell so good.”

Chen Ling who just woke up: “…”

‘I don’t know, I don’t know anything.’ To avoid embarrassment, Chen Ling gave some hints to himself and pretended to roll out of the man’s arms, with half of his body hanging on the edge of the bed.

He was debating whether to roll back a little when the man’s arm reached out and pulled him back.

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing through everything. He smiled gently, turned over and got off the bed, walked to the sofa and lay down.

After the dangerous man left, Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief, curled up in the thin quilt, and soon fell asleep again.

He dreamed that night.

He dreamed of endless darkness and stench, but also of bright sunshine and the vast ocean. Finally, he walked into a cave. It was pitch black inside, and the howling of evil spirits was everywhere.

Something reached out of the darkness and entangled his hands and feet.

Realizing that the other party had no intention of hurting him, he stayed where he was, waiting to wake up from the dream.

Unlike the early morning at Yuhe Mountain, because the guest house is next to the wildlife park, tour guides will bring tourists out of their rooms early in the morning before dawn to start the first itinerary of the day.

Chen Ling was extremely tired yesterday. He thought he could recharge himself after a good sleep, but when he sat up, he felt sore all over, as if he had been tied up with ropes all night. The blood circulation in his arms and thighs was blocked, and after the slight numbness, he felt sore, swollen, and weak.

He rubbed his hair, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and he glared at the man on the sofa fiercely.

Jiang Yu was too tall, with his legs hanging over the armrest of the sofa, his hands folded across his chest, his face calm, as if the noisy footsteps outside the door didn’t exist at all.

Chen Ling was sulking, angry at himself for making a mistake last night.

‘I can tell with my toes why my body feels so sore and painful. It must be because the ancestor was not being honest and secretly climbed into bed again!’

Chen Ling regretted it now, very much. Why did he have to save face by not exposing the truth? It would have been much better to just throw the person out of the room!

He got up angrily, deliberately walked heavily past the sofa and went to the bathroom.

There was no sound outside the door. He was still pretending on the sofa. Chen Ling thought it was Jiang Yu who was squeezing the toothpaste. Then he put the toothbrush in his mouth and brushed it up and down at a rapid speed.

More and more white foam appeared, falling out from the corners of his mouth.

He rubbed it casually with the back of his hand, and somehow he remembered the words he heard last night.

There was no beginning or end to it, but Chen Ling knew that the person Jiang Yu was talking about who crawled out of hell was referring to himself.

There are many mysteries about this man. Why did he protect the Jiang family and let the Jiang family worship him? Why could he walk freely in the world of the living as a ghost? Didn’t he have to go back to the underworld to work?

For example, the dark red spell on Jiang Yu’s back.

Everyone has secrets, even himself.

One night, when he was about to graduate from elementary school, he dreamed of looking for a toilet. He searched everywhere but couldn’t find one. He was frightened awake and found that he had wet his pants.

In order to cover up the evidence of the crime, Chen Ling took off the pants and threw them into the trash can. He waited until his parents were out of the house before he quietly took them out and threw them away.

This matter was so shameful that he kept it in his heart and never told anyone.

It wasn’t a big deal, but if someone found out and questioned him, he would be furious. The secrets hidden in Jiang Yu must not be something as trivial as bedwetting.

Whether judging others by his own standards or out of respect for the other person’s privacy, Chen Ling would not ask, let alone explore the matter behind their back.

If the ancestor was willing to tell him, he would just be a quiet listener.

Even though he was thinking this in his mind, his brain was out of control. Jiang Yu’s voice kept churning in his mind. It was because of that sentence that he didn’t stand up and push the man away in person.

His voice was extremely low, and although there were no intense emotional ups and downs, Chen Ling could clearly feel that the Netherworld God, who was carefully revered by the Jiang family, could also have moments of weakness.

Unconsciously, the movement of his hands stopped and the walls of his mouth were irritated by the toothpaste, causing a slight pain.

Chen Ling suddenly came to his senses, quickly spat out the toothpaste, and tilted his head back to rinse his mouth with water.

The doorbell rang outside.