My Zombie Husband

30. Chapter 30: His Luck

Translator: Cheryl_M

Feeling the young man’s panic, Zhao Yun directly held him up, “Oka. Don’t be afraid. Let’s go home.”

This time it was Cao Pi who stopped them. He was more or less as tall as Zhao Yun. They looked each other in the eye. Cao Pi sneered, “Aren’t you going to change another master?”

Zhao Yun wasn’t nice to others. He asked with cold eyes, “What do you want?”

Cao Cao seemed to feel that Cao Pi was too cold-hearted, saying with a smile, “Why are you so indifferent? Look. It has been more than 1,000 years. Liu Xuande is dead. You don’t have to work for him anymore, but I’m still alive. I am the chosen one. Why do you go against the course of nature? Besides, you are saved by us.”

Honestly, Cao Cao was indeed a good leader, versed in both literature and military affairs, who also valued talents. For Zhao Yun, he was not different from Liu Bei and he also saved Xia Mingyu, for which Zhao Yun was somewhat grateful. Nevertheless, he couldn’t follow Cao Cao just because of that. He must find Zhuge Liang and figure out what happened.

“I owe you one but I can’t agree on your request.” Seeing that He Nai and Wangchuan had reached the door of the elevator, Zhao Yun stopped hedging and pushed away Cao Yan’s hand, but he was immediately stopped by Cao Cao again.

Cao Cao handed over a business card, which made him more of a modern person, saying with a smile, “Don’t hurry to refuse me. I won’t force you, but I can give you a business card. If you encounter any problem in the future, you can come to for help.”

Cao Cao said that to Zhao Yun. Cao Pi was also talking to Xia Mingyu via telepathy, so no one could hear him. “You really want to follow Zhao Zilong? You forgot the poison of Three Days Alive?”

His tone was still very cold, but his words sounded threatening. Cao Pi didn’t expect that Xia Mingyu would leave with Zhao Yun. Were ordinary people afraid of death?

Xia Mingyu looked him in the eye for a long time and then suddenly grinned. He said nothing. The elevator was gradually closed, isolating him from Cao Pi’s gaze. The young man leaning in Zhao Yun’s arms took a breath of relief and closed his eyes. Death?

What’s so terrible about death? He had already died many times. At the orphanage, the active and out-going part of him was dead; at the Zhao Family, the self which longed for love was also dead… It was death only, but compared with the pain of living, how terrible could death be?

The wound on his body was still aching. Zhao Yun didn’t know that Xia Mingyu was injured, so he couldn’t help but hold him more tightly. The young man didn’t say anything. He just wanted to stay quietly in Zhao Yun’s arms. He felt really relaxed…

They were happy to get Xia Mingyu back. On the way back to Sun Yaxin’s apartment, He Nai kept asking about what had happened to Xia Mingyu. As to her query, Xia Mingyu replied succinctly, “I was caught, and then I was saved by those people.”

He didn’t say anything about Cao Pi feeding him the poison or being bullied. He heard what Cao Cao had just said, who supposedly wanted to draw Zhao Yun over to his side with sufficient benefits. Hence, was it completely wrong for him not to let Zhao Yun take risks? He wouldn’t hurt Zhao Yun at all…

Xia Mingyu thought that perhaps he was only a burden. Why did he bother Zhao Yun again? He had stepped into the secular world; he needed to work. And Cao Cao had held out an olive branch to Zhao Yun. Why did he hinder Zhao Yun’s career?

Indeed, it would be better for him to die than stay alive…

They arrived at the apartment.

“Mingyu, look.” Mu Feng took a Tang Sword from the black cloth bag that had been carried by him. The Tang Sword consisted of a dark red sheath and a handle carved with a silver crescent moon. The pattern looked rather striking on the handle, which was Mo Sword, a type of Tang Sword. Mo Sword was a kind of unique weapon in the Tang Dynasty, which was convenient and useful.

Mu Feng unsheathed the Mo Sword, whose blade glistened with blue light and looked rather sharp. Moreover, it was seemingly in order to stop the handle from slipping that the handle was stablized with rope and steel ring.

After handing over the Tiyue Tang Sword to Xia Mingyu, Mu Feng winked his eyes, as if asking for being praised, saying, “Do you like it?”

Like ordinary boys, Xia Mingyu also liked weapons, whether it was a sword or a gun. Now that Mu Feng handed over such a suitable Tang Sword, of course he was happy. His eyes were glistening like stars.

“Yes!” After fetching the Tiyue Tang Sword, Xia Mingyu held it as if discovering the treasure with his pupils half narrowed in delight. Sun Yaxin tutted and said, “How can you be so easily buought over? It’s only a Mo Sword. Expensive as it is on the market, it’s not that precious.”

Mu Feng pouted at Sun Yaxin and said sadly, “Oh, Xin, I’ve travelled so far to get this, not to mention its power. How can you belittle it like that?”

Sun Yaxin was so frightened that he had goose bumps. He rubbed his arms and struck Mu Feng mercilessly, “Enough is enough. You are a man in your 20s. Why are you acting so coquettish? Oh my god! You are so disgusting.”

“Screw you! I must disgust you to death!” Mu Feng sprang over and fell on Sun Yaxin’s neck to tickle him. Sun Yaxin was so terribly ticklish that he instantly wriggled on the sofa and dodged Mu Feng’s attack giggling. “Ah! Stop it! Haha! I can’t stand it! Mu Feng! Stop it! Haha! No! Don’t tickle over there!”

 

The two men were having fun. Wangchuan and He Nai both felt ashamed while Xia Mingyu smiled and hung the Tiyue Tang Sword at his waist with a belt. He was a left-hander, so he hung the Tang Sword on the right side. This was the first gift he had received in the real sense, and he would definitely cherish it.

It was really lucky for him to meet them… Xia Mingyu, absorbed in thinking, accidentally touched Zhao Yun’s hand and suddenly felt a pain around the waist. He bit his lips slightly without screaming and just said to the others that he was tired and wanted to go upstairs to rest. Then he struggled to leave.

Because the apartment was big enough, Sun Yaxin let them each choose a room for themselves. Xia Mingyu chose a room for himself after the others did. The room was the last one on the third floor, which was against the sun and appeared very dark.

After finally returning to his room, Xia Mingyu fell on the bed. The quilt was very soft, but he still felt very painful. He lay in bed for a while to regain some strength and then slowly took off his clothes to check the injuries.

His body was full of various bruises, especially his waist that was the most heavily beaten and bruised by Cao Pi with a stick. The bruises looked so red that perhaps the skin would bleed with a bit of touching. Xia Mingyu winced in pain and couldn’t help cursing. Damn it. Was the ointment for curing bruises bought by Cao Pi expired?

He lay on the bed in depression, staring at the ceiling for a while. He took the ointment given by Cao Yan out of his pocket and observed it carefully for a while. It was not expired indeed, so it turned out that Cao Pi beat him too harshly…

“Darned it!” Xia Mingyu cursed and applied the ointment to his injuries on the front part of his body. Actually, there were more injuries on his back, but he couldn’t reach them. As for the most severely injured part at the waist… He felt that it would be better to apply the ointment there. Now he didn’t dare to do it.

He had seven or eight stripes on his chest but because he had applied ointment to these injuries before, they got much better. However, the injuries still looked rather frightening. Xia Mingyu applied the ointment to the front part of his body. He put down shirt and took off his trousers. His fair thighs were also injured. Moreover, because Xia Houyuan didn’t notice the injuries when carrying him before, those injuries were rubbed against his jeans and thus bled with broken skin.

“Oh, these have become so severe. No wonder I don’t feel anything more…” Xia Mingyu laughed with self-mockery and had to apply the ointment to his injuries. Suddenly, the door was opened with a creak, Xia Mingyu turned around and happened to meet with Zhao Yun’s surprised look.

Nervous without rhyme or reason, Xia Mingyu pulled over the quilt to cover himself, but as he touched his injuries, he couldn’t help gasping.

“What’s wrong?!” Zhao Yun shouted and quickly walked over to lift the quilt. Of course Xia Mingyu couldn’t stop him. Instantly, his body was exposed to the air naked. He gave a grimace of pain due to the injuries.

Gazing at those shocking injuries, Zhao Yun had a killing intent flashing across his red eyes, “Who did this to you?”

“…” Xia Mingyu kept silent. He couldn’t tell that it was Cao Pi, or Zhao Yun would get into a fight with him. Cao Pi had a lot of subordinates. Zhao Yun was no match for them for sure. He couldn’t tell… “The kidnappers did this but… Cao Pi and his peers have killed them after rescuing me.”

He lied again. Why did he always have to lie to Zhao Yun?

“… Does it hurt?” Having stayed speechless for a while, Zhao Yun wanted to slap himself in the face. Why did he ask that? Xia Mingyu had suffered so many injuries! Of course it hurt!

“Let me cure you.” Then he forcibly took away the ointment from Xia Mingyu. When he saw that the teenager’s legs were bleeding, Zhao Yun put on a grim look and then put the ointment on the bedside table. He placed his hands on Xia Mingyu’s thigns and slightly urged the corpse pill inside his body. Right away his palms glistened with white light.

This was the first time that Xia Mingyu had seen Zhao Yun exert his power. The flying white light, wrapping around his legs, was warm and comfortable, which was different form the cold skin of Zhao Yun.

“Will this consume too much magic of yours? You may as well apply the ointment.” Xia Mingyu glanced at Zhao Yun’s slightly pale face and felt worried. He didn’t know that Zhao Yun’s face turned pale just because he thought of Xia Mingyu’s injuries. Instead, he mistakenly believed that Zhao Yun must have exhausted his magic.

Zhao Yun watched the injuries start to heal and felt slightly relieved. After hearing Xia Mingyu’s words, he shook his head decidedly, “No, the ointment takes effect too slowly.”

Soon, the injuries were completely healed and his fair thighs looked much better. Zhao Yun nodded with satisfaction and placed his hand on Xia Mingyu’s chest. When he was about to exert magic, the young man dodged and turned around. The blushed tips of his ears indicated that he was shy.