Xie Yu with glasses and without glasses had two completely different vibes.

With glasses, he looked like a refined scoundrel.

Without them, he was more of a scheming, dominant “young pup” type.

Openly admiring his face, I hinted, “Don’t you believe in gods and ghosts? Think about it carefully.”

Xie Yu rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his toned forearms, and picked up a piece of fruit to peel for me.

“I’ve looked for Taoist priests before. They were all frauds.”

True. These days, any random person could call themselves a Taoist priest.

Besides, this ghost was brimming with resentment; it clearly wasn’t something an ordinary priest could handle.

If we wanted to deal with it, we’d have to find the big boss of the underworld.

But that little King of Hell, Rong Si… I really didn’t want to cross paths with him again.

Meeting him once meant losing a layer of skin, if not your life.

Last time I saved Xie Yu’s grandfather, Rong Si had nearly emptied my personal vault.

Xie Yu said earnestly, “Grandfather has been doing much better lately. Ze Quan, thank you.”

I gave a vague murmur of agreement.

But a faint sense of unease lingered in my heart.

A ghost that had haunted humans, drained their yang energy, accumulated bad karma, and tasted the sweetness of it…

…was not going to let its prey go so easily.

The ghost was probably intimidated by my title as a River God and was temporarily hiding to observe the situation.

Once it realized I was just a paper tiger, it would likely strike immediately.

Having finished peeling, Xie Yu popped a piece of fruit into my mouth.

It was sweet and refreshing, a peach bursting with juice.

My eyes lit up. “Delicious!”

Xie Yu set the fruit down, took a wet wipe to gently dab the juice from the corner of my lips, and then leisurely wiped his own fingers.

Making no effort to hide his intentions, his words were direct and intense: “The mortal world is so wonderful. Why don’t you choose to stay?

“Men of the Xie family are famous for spoiling their wives to death.

“And I, Xie Yu, will spoil my wife even more.”

Xie Yu has two completely different temperaments with and without his glasses.

With glasses, he’s a refined scoundrel.

Without them, he’s a black-bellied, domineering little wolf-dog.

I openly admired his face and hinted: “Don’t you believe in ghosts and gods? Think about it carefully yourself.”

Xie Yu rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his sturdy forearms, and casually picked up a piece of fruit to peel for me.

“I’ve looked for Taoist priests; they aren’t reliable.”

True, these days, every Tom, Dick, and Harry calls themselves a Taoist priest.

Besides, this ghost is filled with such immense resentment that it’s clearly not something an ordinary small-time priest can handle.

To deal with it, you have to go to the big boss.

But I really don’t want to run into that little King of Hell, Rong Si, again.

If I cross paths with him, I’ll be lucky to escape with my skin intact.

The last time I saved Xie Yu’s grandfather, he nearly emptied my little treasury.

Xie Yu said earnestly: “Grandfather has been much better lately. Ze Quan, thank you.”

I gave a vague response.

But deep down, I felt a lingering sense of unease.

A ghost that has latched onto someone, drained their life force, damaged their karmic merit, and tasted the sweetness of it—

it won’t let go easily.

That ghost is likely intimidated by my reputation as a River God and is hiding for now to observe the situation.

Once it realizes I’m just a paper tiger, it will probably start making trouble immediately.

After peeling the fruit, Xie Yu popped a piece into my mouth.

It was crisp and sweet, the peach full of juice.

My eyes lit up: “Delicious!”

Xie Yu set the fruit down, took a wet wipe to clean the juice from my lips, and then proceeded to wipe his fingers in a leisurely manner.

He didn’t hide his intentions at all, speaking in a direct and heated tone: “The human world is so good; would you consider staying?

“The men of the Xie family are famous for being doting husbands.

“And I, Xie Yu, am even more doting toward my wife.”