GM Chapter 6

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Staring at the plaque, Fang Guo felt a chill run down his spine.

He wanted to throw it away, but his limbs were frozen.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and the lights flickered. Fang Guo swallowed hard and took a step back—only to bump into something.

He froze. He clearly remembered that there was nothing behind him.

A soft chuckle echoed in his ear, followed by an icy breath brushing against the back of his neck, making goosebumps rise instantly.

His earlobe was taken into a mouth, sucked and toyed with as if it were some kind of delicacy. It felt like he was about to be devoured.

Fang Guo trembled in fear, his eyes turning red at the corners.

Soft, pitiful, easy to bully.

He whimpered and pleaded, only to be pushed onto the round wooden table. His clothes were lifted and his hands were bound. His fair skin was exposed before the ghost’s gaze, like a sacrificial offering.

The most exquisite tribute—deeply satisfying to the ghost.

His precious one, his heart, his insatiable desire.

Finally, the ghost could claim his treasure and fulfill his wish.

Wei Ran, covered in blood and sin, smiled darkly, twisted with satisfaction. Then, he began to savor his grand feast, bit by bit.

Fang Guo was terrified. His pleas and whimpers gradually turned into gasps, moans, and cries for mercy.

Unable to endure the deep, ruthless intrusion, he abandoned his dignity and pride as a man, begging pitifully—hoping for even a sliver of mercy from the man above him. He just wanted to escape from this overwhelming, peak-like ecstasy.

"What do you want? I can get the best master for you, have you exorcised, send you to reincarnation. I’ll burn offerings for you—women—no, men! I'll burn you lots of paper people! Just let me go, please…!"

Fang Guo’s desperate plea, however, only angered Wei Ran, pushing him further into despair.

His head shook, his damp hair clinging to his face, his teary eyes flushed red. His lips, swollen from the relentless plundering, could barely close. His crimson tongue peeked out between parted lips, enticing the man above to claim him once more.

In the end, Fang Guo's pleas turned into broken sobs—

"Ugh… ah—no… please… it hurts… no more…"

Fang Guo sobbed uncontrollably as Wei Ran took him.

At one point, he questioned why Wei Ran was doing this to him. But Wei Ran gave no answer—only continued to claim him over and over again.

From day until nightfall, the room remained unlit, illuminated only by faint starlight.

Fang Guo was taken from the living room to the bed, now straddling the man beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms clinging to his neck. Every thrust from below left him powerless, his voice hoarse, reduced to mere panting. Only when the deepest parts were struck did he manage to let out a broken whimper.

The final climax came fast and hard. Fang Guo let out a short, sharp cry as warmth surged inside him. Only then did the intense movements finally cease.

Wei Ran shifted his hold on Fang Guo. The moment he moved, Fang Guo panicked, struggling in terror.

"No—please, no more…!"

Wei Ran held him close, stroking his back soothingly.

"Shh, I won’t. Rest now."

Fang Guo froze for a moment before relaxing slightly. Then, realization dawned upon him—this was the first time he had heard Wei Ran’s voice. Perhaps the ghost had spoken on their wedding night as well, but he had been too dazed to remember.

Wei Ran patted Fang Guo’s back, his touch gentle and indulgent.

Being comforted only made the grievances worse.

Fang Guo sniffled and asked pitifully, "Why me?"

Wei Ran paused before letting out a soft chuckle and began telling a story.

There was once a family with the surname Wei.

Though called a family, it was actually an entire village—everyone sharing the same surname.

Later, misfortunes befell the village one after another. When they sought out a shaman, they learned that a geomancer had tampered with their ancestral grave. Though another geomancer was later brought in to break the malicious feng shui setup, the village’s luck had already been ruined.

In desperation, the village chief invited yet another geomancer and hired him to find a new auspicious burial site. He also resorted to a forbidden ritual to restore the village’s fortune.

The ritual was dark and cruel. It required the purest bloodline of the Wei family to be slowly tortured to death and buried in the new burial ground. The grave would be covered with black dog’s blood, its mound sealed with white lime, ensuring the soul would be trapped within—unable to breathe its last, unable to decay, filled with unrelenting resentment. The black dog’s blood would suppress the grudge, but even if the resentment dissipated, the soul would remain trapped, unable to reincarnate.

For their flesh was meant to be the sacrifice that sustained the family’s fortune.

The victim, tortured alive, would die with a final breath caught in their throat. If that breath escaped, they would be reborn; if not, they would transform into a vengeful spirit. And since their body was preserved, their soul could not wander far for long.

Trapped, unable to reincarnate, locked in a coffin, their very existence reduced to a tool for the family’s prosperity.

The longer the resentment brewed, the deeper the hatred became. And the stronger the hatred, the harder it became to reincarnate—until, ultimately, they turned into a ferocious ghost.

Wei Ran was that ghost.

After ten years, his power had grown, and he began exacting his revenge. Eventually, the remaining Wei family members, desperate to appease his wrath, agreed to set him free and arranged a ghost marriage for him—but in secret, they offered up Wei Wei instead.

Fang Guo couldn't help but ask, "So… why me?"

Wei Ran ran a hand over Fang Guo’s bare back, his voice filled with obsession.

"Do you know who the shaman was?"

A flash of realization struck Fang Guo—he thought of his grandmother, and the wealthy landlord from the neighboring village.

But thinking back now, there was no such thing as a landlord. That so-called wealthy family had only been the village chief’s household.

And that village chief… was likely the Wei family’s clan leader.

Fang Guo’s face went deathly pale. "So you hate my grandmother for helping Wei Village hire a geomancer, and you’re taking it out on me?"

Wei Ran pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"No, that’s not it. I simply fell in love with you."

Of course, it wasn’t love from the very beginning—just an impression.

The moment he truly fell in love was because of Wei Wei.

Wei Ran and Wei Wei were siblings.

When Wei Wei came to pay respects, Wei Ran discovered that he could possess her body. He could leave his grave, roam freely, and—more importantly—stay outside for extended periods.

Wei Wei was indeed Fang Guo's classmate, but they were in different classes.

Wei Ran, who was possessing Wei Wei's body, knew that Wei Wei secretly admired someone. Out of curiosity, he also went to take a look at that person. Because of a sense of familiarity, he recalled having seen him before.

Because of this familiarity and fondness, he started paying more attention to Fang Guo.

Over time, this attention became a habit, and later, it turned into an obsession—one that demanded possession.

"So it was all because you once came to the Wei family with your grandmother that I noticed you. Otherwise…." How could I have loved you so much?

Fang Guo suddenly remembered something and turned over to ask, "Wei—Wei family village… what’s it like now?"

Wei Ran gazed at him quietly. After a moment, he smiled and said, "It's still there, just fine."

Fang Guo was skeptical. "Really?"

Wei Ran: "Are you afraid I took revenge? Heh. From the moment you left, I followed you. My memorial tablet was in your suitcase. Even if I wanted revenge, I wouldn’t have been able to. Guoguo, don’t even think about finding someone to perform rites to send me away. The people from the Wei family village already tried. But my obsession is you. If you want me to reincarnate, you’ll have to disappear first."

Fang Guo felt a mix of emotions and quietly withdrew into himself.

Hearing Wei Ran talk about the past, he realized that this wasn’t someone he could easily deal with. Making Wei Ran reincarnate wouldn't be so simple. So, he thought of taking things slow, believing that one day, he’d figure out a way. If nothing else, he could just wait until Wei Ran's feelings for him ran out—then, perhaps, he would be free.

With this thought, Fang Guo began carrying out his plan.

Wei Ran merely smiled and locked Fang Guo in his embrace, carrying his deep-seated darkness and obsession.

He hadn’t killed the people of the Wei family village, but there was still Wei Wei.

Wei Ran had been physically weak, but only slightly more so than an average person. Yet, those villagers forced him to take medicine—sometimes tonics, sometimes poison—until he was slowly tortured to death. Wei Wei, on the other hand, had been perfectly healthy, but she too was force-fed medicine from a young age, making her body frail and weak.

Eventually, when Wei Ran became powerful enough and took a few lives in revenge, the villagers pretended to appease him, promising to let him go. But in the end, they turned around and killed Wei Wei instead.

By the time Wei Ran found out, it was too late to do anything. But his hatred for the village only deepened.

Yet Wei Wei hated them even more. She had been born healthy—had lived healthily—but they ruined her body and tormented her to death.

That hatred and resentment festered within her for over a decade. When she finally died, it crushed her so completely that within days, she transformed into a vengeful corpse.

After Wei Ran and Fang Guo married and left, Wei Ran destroyed the protective formations around Wei Wei’s grave, allowing her to roam freely.

Once Wei Wei was released, she went on a massacre.

Two years later.

After visiting his friend Li Wei, Fang Guo returned home.

There, a hot meal was already waiting for him, along with a pair of neatly placed slippers.

The moment he stepped through the door, he was lifted into a warm embrace. His shoes were changed for him, meals were prepared, bathwater was drawn, and after dinner, fruit was fed to him.

At home, Fang Guo was treated like an emperor—pampered in every way.

As he ate, he chatted with Wei Ran about Li Wei and mentioned Room 414 in a certain building. The young man living there seemed to have gone through the same thing as him—married a ghost and become a ghost’s spouse.

Late at night, Fang Guo clung to Wei Ran, his eyes closed as soft moans of pleasure escaped his lips. Wrapped around Wei Ran, he reached the peak of ecstasy.

Fang Guo never expected that what started as a plan to take things slowly would turn into two years of marriage with a ghost. And now, he found that he couldn’t live without Wei Ran.

After being cared for so thoroughly for two years, if that person suddenly disappeared from his life, he’d probably be completely useless.

Wei Ran was still just as obsessed and possessive over him, but Fang Guo wasn’t sure if he loved Wei Ran. He only knew that at this point, he couldn't live without him.

And that wasn’t so bad. Wei Ran was an excellent partner.

Except—he wasn’t human.

But everything else was perfect.

Fang Guo had grown used to it, and he wasn’t going to change.

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