Paintings of Terror

Matcha Honey Fruit: “Golden Rope? The one used by the Golden Horn and Silver Horn Kings to bind Sun Wukong in that episode. Besides that, I vaguely remember another rope called the Immortal Binding Rope, but I can’t recall its source.”

Ke Xun noted down the Golden Rope and the Immortal Binding Rope, and continued to scroll through the comments. After finishing the first wave, new comments appeared. Upon checking again, he found another useful one. nAOFT6

Spring and Autumn is Great: “The Yao-Binding Rope, a treasure Nuwa gave to humans to restrain all yaos. The Immortal Binding Rope: a treasure of Julusun, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun, passed to his disciple Tuxingsun. It has bound Ne Zha, Huang Tianhua, and Erlang Shen. The Long Rainbow Rope: a treasure of Puxian Zhenren in ‘Investiture of the Gods’, which can bind people and summon Yellow Turban Warriors. The Dragon-Binding Rope: a treasure of Princess Longji in ‘Investiture of the Gods’.”

Ke Xun noted all these down and continued to research online while monitoring the comments on his Weibo post.

As it neared midnight, Ke Xun put down his phone and suggested everyone get some rest. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and clues wouldn’t be all found overnight either.

Ever since everyone came to Ke Xun’s house to make dumplings last time, he had bought several latex mattresses and stuffed them in the guest room closet for future use. Wei Dong, who didn’t live too far away, stayed over as well, joining everyone. 4N0ltb

Shao Ling and Qin Ci slept in the guest room, Wei Dong and Luo Bu slept in the living room, and Zhu Haowen slept in the study. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Ke Xun got into bed, wrapped himself around Mu Yiran like an octopus, one hand mischievously slipped under Mu Yiran’s pajama, scratched his waist a few times, then placed his warm palm on Mu Yiran’s skin, and closed his eyes in relaxation.

Mu Yiran gently rubbed his corgi’s head, threading his long fingers through Ke Xun’s hair and continuously combed from front to back. Under this comfortable and reassuring caress, Ke Xun quickly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, when Fang Fei, Wu You, and Gu Qingqing came over with breakfast for everyone, Ke Xun was still sleeping heavily. Wei Dong poked his head in to wake him up: “If you don’t get up, I’m going to eat your share!” wsClF7

Ke Xun groggily opened his eyes, “Where’s Yiran…”

“Bigshot’s the one who asked me to wake you up. He’s on the phone,” Wei Dong glanced at him, “Why are you so sleepy? What did you do last night?”

“Not only am I sleepy, but I’m also eating more,” Ke Xun sat up and scratched his head, “I think something’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” Wei Dong was startled. 6eZOVE

Ke Xun frowned and looked at his stomach: “I might be… pregnant.”

Wei Dong: “…You! Damn gay! Perv!” He turned and walked out.

When Ke Xun lazily came out of the bedroom, he saw everyone gathered around the dining table eating and chatting. Their focus was on their speculations about “The Classic of Mountains and Seas” painting from last night.