Chapter 97: How about we make a wager?

What does the earring’s reaction mean? Naturally, I know. The first time it caused pain was when the evil spirits suddenly attacked the Rift.

Later, Xiao Yun and the others said the earring saved me, and then Wangchuan suddenly appeared.

The second time was also when the evil spirits were on the move; the earring hurt sharply again, and once more Wangchuan appeared, blasting those evil spirits apart before dragging me away by the ear.

The most recent time was when Rebecca ordered the other kittens to hit my head with sticks; the earring hurt briefly.

Though Wangchuan did not appear that time, I was still protected.

Therefore, this pain in the earring now filled me with unexpected joy!

Could it be that Wangchuan has recovered? Awakened? Or perhaps something else?

I was so excited I could hardly control myself, my mind filled entirely with thoughts of Wangchuan.

At that moment, outside suddenly a little girl shouted loudly,

“King of the Three Netherworlds! Something’s wrong, someone has broken in!”

I was stunned for a moment, then glanced outside but quickly withdrew my gaze, putting on an indifferent facade.

Youluo’s expression was calm, but anyone could see it was a forced calm.

Who broke in? Could it be Wangchuan?!

In an instant, I grew very excited again, the earring still aching slightly.

I dared not speculate who the intruder was, only hoping it was Wangchuan—but also dreading it might be him.

Wangchuan, who was just injured in the Soul Dormitory, could he really break into the Underworld? Would he get hurt again? Would those people attack him?

In that moment, I thought of so many things, but like Youluo, my expression changed very little.

Perhaps after being bullied so much lately, my mind had sharpened, and I thought more clearly.

I didn’t know whether it was some kind of blessing sent by heaven, making me much smarter than before—something I had never experienced.

My thoughts wandered, but my ears remained alert to the noises outside, trying to discern what was happening.

Youluo chuckled softly, holding a small fish cake: “Come, keep eating.”

“I’m full.” I refused to eat anything he touched—who knew how many ghosts he had handled, it smelled terrible.

“Then sleep once you’re full.” He put down the fish cake and clapped his hands.

I glared at him but obediently turned to lie down.

After all, as long as I stayed away from contact with him, I was happy to follow any instructions.

Calmly, I pulled back the covers, lay down, and tucked myself in, watching Youluo turn and leave.

The moment he stepped outside, I immediately covered my ears.

“Oh my god, it hurts so much,” I hissed, clutching my ears and howling.

It actually felt like an electric shock, somewhat similar to the collar.

These past few days, Youluo seemed quite interested in my collar, always wanting to take it off.

Before, I had thought that if I ever had the chance, I would definitely remove the collar from my neck completely.

But when the moment actually came, I found that I truly didn’t want to take it off.

It was the only connection I had with Wangchuan; only by wearing this collar could I prove I belonged to him.

If someone else took it off, perhaps in the end, Wangchuan wouldn’t recognize me, and I wouldn’t like anyone else either—wouldn’t I become a rootless human again?

Humans—that word is so funny.

I actually don’t want to be an ordinary human right now.

Perhaps being a cat by Wangchuan’s side is far better than being some ghostly human!

Even if I return now, I would struggle to adapt to human life, so it’s enough to obediently be a cat.

Outside, shouts kept ringing out, accompanied by bursts of horn-blowing.

Horn-blowing?

It sounded like Pei Mu’s Kirin roar... honking, like in a lively football match.

Pei Mu is here?

I hadn’t seen Pei Mu for a long time; it seemed ever since we cleared the game last time, he hadn’t come to the Rift again.

He was an immortal beast from the celestial realm, basically a divine beast, so I didn’t know what he was always busy with.

I once heard Wangchuan mention he was studying some game called the Real-Person APG World.

It was based on a game he liked.

I couldn’t imagine—would he really go around slashing monsters with a big sword? Where? In the demon realm?

The horn kept blowing outside; I told myself it was just a football match and tried hard not to think too much, calming myself.

After a long while, I heard Youluo and Pei Mu talking by the door.

“You’re an immortal beast, yet you dare enter the Underworld without permission. Aren’t you afraid the celestial realm will punish you?”

“You’re the King of the Underworld, yet you sneak into the Rift to steal people. Aren’t you afraid the Underworld will deal with you?”

“You—my fiancée, what am I if I’m a thief?”

“Poor Yao girl said it’s only good if both sides agree. What you’re doing is forcing someone, that’s— that’s— you’re a scoundrel!”

“I don’t care what poor Yao is, she’s my fiancée. You have no right to talk nonsense here. Get lost!”

“I won’t.” Pei Mu’s whining voice was really infuriating, “You tell me how to get lost.”

Youluo seemed resigned, no longer arguing, but I was thinking: King of the Underworld—that sounds so grand. How did I become the fiancée of such a person?

The fiancée of the King of the Underworld—how cool! If I were human now, I’d think I was dreaming!

Moreover, why do I smell Wangchuan’s scent? Neither of them is speaking like him!

Anxiously, I couldn’t lie still under the covers and sat up.

Youluo said nothing; Pei Mu kept talking outside.

“Hurry and hand her over. You want the female who’s already been with Wangchuan? You really have no shame.”

Sweating, I climbed out of bed and crept closer to the door.

Finally, I crouched by it, not daring to make a sound, listening to their conversation.

“Open the door quickly. Fighting benefits no one,” Pei Mu said again.

I was very curious why Pei Mu kept speaking, yet I smelled Wangchuan’s scent.

Had Pei Mu been with Wangchuan so long he’d caught his scent?

That seemed unlikely—when did my nose get so sharp? Could I really smell scents carried through the air like this?

Youluo remained silent, seemingly too angry to respond.

Having spent some time with Youluo these days, I naturally understood a bit of his personality.

No matter if he was happy or not, he never showed it—somewhat like Wangchuan.

But Wangchuan would get angry at me when necessary; to others, he always wore a deadpan or expressionless face.

Youluo, however, was always smiling, but no one knew what he was scheming inside.

After a while, the noises outside ceased, and I suddenly heard Wangchuan say,

“White Meow Meow, aren’t you coming out?”

I stiffened, almost instinctively opening the door with a click.

Standing before me was Youluo’s back, and beyond him were Pei Mu and Wangchuan!

My heart pounded—felt like it would leap right out of my chest! My lips went dry!

“Ah, little white cat!” Pei Mu exclaimed happily, “Look at you, you’re all skinny—uh, wait, why have you gotten fatter?”

I was drenched in sweat, unsure how to respond to Pei Mu’s words, but seeing Wangchuan made my breath falter; I bit my lip and stayed silent.

Wangchuan stood beside Pei Mu, not looking at me but at Youluo.

Youluo, seeing me come out, immediately put his arm around my shoulder, still smiling.

“What’s this? Fierce beast, immortal beast, and you come to the Underworld to snatch people?”

“What do you mean by snatching?” Wangchuan smiled.

“This is snatching,” Youluo laughed too.

Apart from Pei Mu’s playful teasing, the three seemed to be negotiating.

Youluo’s arm around my shoulder made me feel a bit awkward, especially with Wangchuan opposite us. In such a situation, I didn’t even dare call him by name.

I knew Wangchuan came looking for me, which made me very excited.

Seeing Wangchuan unharmed finally put my heart at ease, but instead of calming down, it kept pounding wildly.

Unexpectedly, Wangchuan curled his lips into a smile. His smile nearly made me dizzy, my whole chest pounding incessantly.

“If we were really snatching, we wouldn’t be standing here talking to you.”

“What exactly do you want, then?” Youluo narrowed his eyes sharply, seeming cautious.

“Why not make a bet?” Wangchuan leisurely proposed to Youluo.

I was stunned—bet on what?