He Yan squatted on the ground, his eyes on the lime-covered square seal, but his pupils were unfocused.

A black tentacle writhed and coiled around his bloodless right hand, the tip resting on his fingertips, wriggling from time to time, looking quite eerie in the broad daylight.

In fact, he should have realized it earlier.

From the black shadow's jealous meddling when he talked to Yan Xixi yesterday, to it picking up the square seal and handing it to him in the alley today, and then its fawning behavior after he berated it, all indicated that the black shadow's consciousness seemed to be recovering at a terrifying speed.

On the first night, the black shadow was completely unconscious and unable to communicate, acting forcefully and unreasonably like a typical ferocious ghost.

Although that night, after recognizing the black shadow's identity, he had no psychological barriers in accepting its intimacy, and in the end even took the initiative to reciprocate, it was undeniable that the beginning of that chaotic intimacy did carry a hint of coercion.

But in just two short days, the black shadow had become completely different from that night. Although He Yan still couldn't directly communicate with it verbally, it had slowly learned to be jealous, to ingratiate itself... and even learned to act coquettishly from somewhere.

In fact, the black shadow had changed a lot, but he had experienced too much in the past two days, his nerves never daring to relax, and he was very tired. Unknowingly, he had neglected the changes in the closest person, no, ghost beside him.

He Yan couldn't help feeling a little guilty in his heart. No matter what, he shouldn't have neglected his lover like this.

So the guilty party couldn't help but caress the jet-black tentacle with his thumb again.

The tentacle wriggled its slender body, slowly raising its head, and then, as if kissing him, touched the tip of his finger with its tip.

Hmm... it's actually quite cute.

He Yan: ".................." Oh no, his moe point seemed to be irretrievable.

He Yan played with it with his fingers for a while with great interest, before starting to worry about the square seal again.

With this weak body, he probably wouldn't be able to destroy this extraordinarily hard square seal.

Although his spiritual power could affect the yin energy on the square seal, it had little effect on the square seal itself. Before his spiritual sea was crushed, his materialized spiritual power might have been able to destroy the square seal, but now that only a small part of his spiritual power had recovered, its hardness after materialization wouldn't be much greater than a brick.

Although he knew there was little hope, He Yan still held a glimmer of luck and used all his spiritual power to lash at the square seal with fine threads.

Sure enough, except for a fluctuation of yin energy, the square seal remained undamaged.

Troublesome, but it couldn't be left unattended. Such a yin-heavy evil object definitely couldn't be casually thrown outside. If it caused any trouble or harmed anyone later, it would be his fault.

While He Yan was worrying about the square seal, he suddenly felt the tentacle wrapped around his hand move significantly. Looking down, he saw the slender black tentacle smoothly slide down from the back of his hand, bend down and circle half a turn around the square seal lying on the ground, as if observing it.

It first stood up, then its slender body rapidly expanded, from a slender, soft, and barely cute little tentacle, except for being really black, into a thick, hideous, and murderous huge tentacle. Then the tip bent and rolled up the square seal from the ground.

The jet-black tentacle wrapped around the equally jet-black square seal. He Yan didn't know how it operated, and he didn't even hear a sound. When the tentacle loosened again, the square seal had disappeared, leaving only a pile of very light gray powder on the ground, which it lightly swept away and completely vanished.

After doing all this, its body suddenly deflated like a leaking balloon, shrinking back to its original size in just a few seconds, then resting its slender body on the back of He Yan's hand, wriggling gently and softly, looking seemingly very weak, helpless, and pitiful.

"......" He Yan felt somewhat conflicted, pursed his lips, and finally just rewarded it by patting its head.

It seemed that he had underestimated the black shadow's strength, and also underestimated its ability to observe words and expressions.

He Yan carefully probed the area where the powder had fallen with his spiritual power, and only felt relieved to return home after finding not even a trace of yin energy.

It was already afternoon by the time he had finished, and he hadn't eaten anything except for a bowl of porridge in the morning. As soon as he relaxed his mind, the feeling of hunger surged up and his stomach ached slightly.

He Yan ate a late lunch outside, then went to the barber shop to trim his messy hair, changed to a clean and refreshing hairstyle, and then hurried home.

Although he didn't know how the black shadow's consciousness recovered on its own, the good news was that he no longer had to save money to buy jade for the black shadow.

However, Han Ziyu's savings were pitifully small, so even if he didn't have to save money, He Yan couldn't spend lavishly.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when he finally returned to the small rental house.

Like most boys, Han Ziyu didn't pay much attention to tidying up the room. However, He Yan had a slight cleanliness obsession. In the past two days, his mind had been too tense to take care of these things. Now that he finally had a little free time, he couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and tidy up the rental house a bit. Although it was still a long way from being spotless, at least it didn't look so messy and was barely tolerable to the eye.

During the process of tidying up the room, the black shadow used its tentacles to help him very diligently. Although this "help" actually had the effect of making a mess, He Yan did not dampen its enthusiasm.

Although the black shadow already had the ability to think, judging from its current performance, it was like a straightforward child. Who knew when it would fully recover to normal.

He also didn't know what kind of background their family's black shadow had... It was called a ghost, but it had no form. He was not a professional researcher in this field and was really at a loss.

After tidying up the room, He Yan took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Because money was tight, the rental house Han Ziyu rented was very small, and the bathroom was even more cramped, only about four or five square meters in size. With some toiletries, there was barely any room to set foot. If a tall and sturdy man were here, he would probably feel stifled to death just taking a shower.

He Yan took five minutes to quickly wash his hair, then turned off the shower. Just as he was applying body wash to his body, he suddenly felt the temperature in the enclosed and humid bathroom drop out of nowhere. Immediately after, a familiar slippery sensation came over his arm.

He Yan watched helplessly as a tendril emerged from the black shadow that had slipped in at some point and coiled around his arm.

...He knew this guy would come to make trouble.

He Yan lifted his arm and warned, "Don't mess around."

Perhaps because his tone wasn't stern, the black shadow showed no intention of stopping. The tendril reached forward, took the body wash from his hand, and imitating his earlier actions, began rubbing it on his body.

At first, the black shadow's movements were clumsy, but it was very smart and quickly became proficient. Later on, it even mastered new ways of using the body wash without being taught.

The tendrils were cool and slippery. The feeling of them sliding over his body made one involuntarily think of some kind of soft-bodied creature.

He Yan leaned against the wall: "........."

Although he had experienced two nights already, he felt that he still couldn't adapt to such a unique... method for the time being.

It seemed that today's shower was destined not to go smoothly...

Perhaps because the air in the bathroom wasn't circulating, He Yan felt his breathing gradually becoming difficult.

In the end, he lost all strength and his body slid down uncontrollably, kneeling on the hard, wet tiles.

Although the black shadow had behaved obediently enough over the past two days, perhaps due to some instinct, its spirit threads had a very strong desire for control when intertwined. Even if He Yan could initially gain the upper hand with his rich experience, once the black shadow was fully aroused, it would completely take the dominant position and frantically entangle and rub against his spirit with its pitch-black threads.

He Yan's spirit threads were white. In fact, in his original world, normal people's spirit threads were all white. It was just that for some unknown reason, the black shadow had mutated and its spirit threads took on an eerie black color.

In the bathroom, countless spirit threads writhed and tangled, almost filling up the cramped space.

His spirit threads, due to the excessive pleasure, had already started wanting to shrink back into his spirit sea, but the black shadow was clearly still unsatisfied and unwilling to let him leave.

The white spirit threads looked very listless, completely lacking the aura they had when confronting the black shadow today. They drooped softly and were entwined and fused by the forceful black spirit threads. From time to time, the white spirit threads would struggle and twist a few times due to the excessive stimulation, but they couldn't shake off the black spirit threads' restraint at all and could only be forced to endure the somewhat excessive pleasure.

Every time it reached this point, He Yan could only passively endure and be at its mercy.

The black shadow's original personality must have been very bad... He Yan rested his head against the bathroom wall and couldn't help speculating.

In a daze, he felt a sour feeling welling up in his eyes, followed by physiological fluid sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

The strong sense of shame allowed him to find a shred of clarity from the dizziness and barely regain his thinking ability, but he was quickly pulled into a new vortex.

......

After who knows how long, He Yan's spirit threads were finally released by the satisfied black shadow.

He shook his head, took a few deep breaths, and leaning against the wall in an awkward posture, managed to stand up and turn on the exhaust fan switch.

The bathroom was hot and stuffy, he was almost suffocating...

Because the floor was covered in water and very slippery, when He Yan stood up, he almost lost his balance and fell face first. Fortunately, the black shadow supported his waist with its tendrils, saving him from ruining his face.

As fresh air was continuously drawn into the bathroom by the exhaust fan, He Yan's muddled mind finally became completely clear.

He looked down at himself and found that there was still body wash on his body, and due to the friction, it had even lathered into white foam.

It could barely count as taking a shower...

He Yan's hands and legs were weak at this point and he was too lazy to wash again. After perfunctorily rinsing the body wash off under the faucet, he left the bathroom.

This time, the black shadow knew to be considerate, obsequiously supporting him with its tendrils all the way to sit on the bed.

He Yan really liked soft beds. When tidying up the room before, he had taken out a thick quilt from the cabinet and put it under the bedsheet. Now, after an activity that consumed a lot of energy, lying down completely and sinking into the bed made him involuntarily sigh in comfort.

He lazily reached out to push away the tendrils trying to squeeze under the thin quilt. Seeing the tendrils that seemed especially lively after being satisfied, a possibility that He Yan hadn't thought of before suddenly appeared in his mind.

Lack of consciousness was actually also a spiritual issue at its root.

Since the injuries in his spirit sea could be repaired through fusing spirit energy with a partner, could the black shadow's consciousness recovering so quickly also be related to the spirit energy fusion from the previous two times?

Author's Note:

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