HEIFEIGU -Chapter 116

Zhu Qian untied the satin ribbon on the black gift box. When the lid opened, inside lay a lifelike, life-sized BJD doll wearing plaid cotton pajamas, peacefully resting in a soft feather quilt.

The studio’s craftsmanship was excellent—they had used photos and videos left by A-Ji, along with data provided by Zhu Qian, to create an almost perfect reproduction.

For a moment, Zhu Qian even thought it was the real A-Ji lying there.

He couldn’t help but touch the doll’s cheek—it was soft but cold.

Not the feel of a living person.

He snapped back to reality and withdrew his hand.

After staring at the doll for a while, he sneakily started unbuttoning the plaid pajamas, peeking inside.

His ears gradually reddened; Zhu Qian nervously rubbed his nose.

Yeah, everything that needed to be done has been done. Good, good.

Meanwhile, A-Ji and Xie Jixing were in a room watching movies with their legs up when the paper-made phone suddenly received a message. It contained a photo.

“Wow, that was fast. It’s done already.”

Xie Jixing leaned over to comment.

“Pretty accurate.”

A-Ji hovered with a strange expression.

Since it was finished, it was time for the next step, urged Xie Jixing.

“Cover the camera, let’s sneak over to Zhu Qian’s place, and I’ll help you attach your spirit.”

A-Ji, however, still hovered in place.

A bit unusual.

Xie Jixing sat back and asked:

“What’s wrong?”

“Weren’t you looking forward to this earlier?”

The ghost circled briefly and then stopped in front of Xie Jixing.

“Do you think he can really accept it?”

“After all, this is not something you want to think about too deeply. Feels… kinda perverse.”

Xie Jixing clicked his tongue.

“You know he’s perverse.”

“With him being this perverse, what could he not accept?”

Fair enough.

A-Ji resolved to sneak into Zhu Qian’s room with Xie Jixing. Before he could knock, the door opened.

Clearly, Zhu Qian had been anxiously waiting.

Seeing the doll with his own eyes, Xie Jixing was even more shocked.

It really looked just like A-Ji; the ghost hovered nearby, semi-transparent like the doll.

Xie Jixing poked the doll’s cheek with a finger.

Soft, smooth, and springy.

Eyes wide, he looked at Zhu Qian: “The texture is amazing.”

“Of course! The silicone is top-notch, over 600 yuan per kilogram.”

Damn, really want to battle these rich people.

Xie Jixing pinched the doll’s fingers and noticed even the joints and nails were perfectly recreated.

Very meticulous work.

He gave Zhu Qian a thumbs-up and mischievously tried to lift the doll’s clothes to peek inside.

Humans are naturally curious.

But both Zhu Qian and A-Ji stopped him simultaneously.

“No peeking!”

“No peeking.”

Xie Jixing sheepishly withdrew his hands. Undoubtedly, the inside of the doll was very intriguing.

Damn it, made him want to see even more!

“Ahem,” after failing to peek, he coughed to ease the awkwardness. “Let’s get started.”

Zhu Qian immediately became nervous. “Okay! Master, what do I need to do?”

Xie Jixing groaned at the word “master,” glanced at him: “Just stay put and watch.”

But these words barely registered in Zhu Qian’s mind.

“Right!” Zhu Qian suddenly pounded his palm with his fist, startling Xie Jixing.

“Wait a sec.”

He mysteriously pulled a black plastic bag from the wardrobe.

“I’ve prepared these recently. See which ones you need.”

Xie Jixing peeked inside: incense sticks, yellow paper, cinnabar, even a bag of glutinous rice.

Absolutely absurd.

Why not add black dog blood or donkey hooves while we’re at it?

Setting the bag aside, Xie Jixing carefully advised Zhu Qian: “Don’t waste money. If you really want to spend, you can transfer it to me.”

No need to buy supplements before you even age.

“I don’t need anything here,” Xie Jixing said, summoning Wan Liangjin, “I only need this.”

Zhu Qian looked at the small sword made of copper coins, curious.

It seemed ornamental but was strangely intimidating.

Drawing the barrier, Xie Jixing held the sword, raising Wan Liangjin in front of him and closed his eyes.

The edges of the coins were blunt—impossible to cut skin—but with a light touch, a cut appeared between his eyebrows.

Three drops of blood were wiped onto Wan Liangjin.

Xie Jixing looked at the ghost: “A-Ji, go.”

A-Ji floated clockwise around the doll.

Ah! Ghost embarrassed.

Then counterclockwise.

Ah! Ghost hesitant.

“Hurry up,” Xie Jixing glared, “the bell on Wan Liangjin is expensive.”

If the doll isn’t used, a cheapskate can’t accept it.

A-Ji paused and looked at Zhu Qian.

The man’s face was full of anticipation, staring at the doll in the box.

Could he really accept it?

Whatever, if Zhu Qian can’t accept it, A-Ji would sneak out himself.

He closed his eyes and merged into the doll’s body.

The sword of Wan Liangjin touched the doll’s forehead, and Xie Jixing’s three drops of blood were absorbed almost instantly.

He ignited Yin Fire on his fingertips, reinforcing key acupoints and joints.

Done.

Seeing Xie Jixing put away Wan Liangjin, Zhu Qian hurried over: “Success?”

Xie Jixing raised an eyebrow arrogantly: “What do you think?”

Zhu Qian dropped the master and waited by the box.

Use it and discard it—so infuriating.

Xie Jixing went to the small table, snacking while waiting for the next step.

Five minutes passed. Zhu Qian asked in confusion: “Why hasn’t A-Ji woken up yet?”

Xie Jixing sighed at the doll.

“Why aren’t you awake yet?”

Inside, A-Ji whispered weakly: “Still… adjusting… a bit shy.”

Xie Jixing blew on his tea with goji berries: “He says he’s not adapted yet, wait a bit longer.”

Another five minutes, Zhu Qian squatted until his legs were numb: “Still not adapted?”

This time, a hint of doubt appeared.

Xie Jixing wanted to bare his teeth at the doll.

“Still not adapted?”

“Don’t ruin my reputation.”

After a pause, A-Ji finally spoke: “I’m scared.”

“Scared…”

“Scared he won’t accept the doll being alive.”

Understood.

Although Zhu Qian is perverse enough, words and reality are different.

It’s like people saying they aren’t afraid of ghosts—but when they actually encounter one, they’re terrified.

Xie Jixing thought about how to comfort A-Ji.

Zhu Qian suddenly turned back. “Do we need some kind of special ritual?”

“I think in fairy tales… they always kiss?”

Still underestimated his level of perversion.

Xie Jixing raised an eyebrow. “You try it.”

Zhu Qian didn’t hesitate. He really leaned down and gently kissed the doll’s lips.

The lips had that soft, springy, icy-cold texture. Up close, he could even smell a faint material scent.

Zhu Qian could clearly recognize that this wasn’t a living person.

But he didn’t care—he was kissing the soul inside.

The warm sensation slowly spread from the point of contact on the lips, making A-Ji impossible to ignore.

He could feel it!

No longer was it a void floating in the air, untouchable.

He could actually feel the shape and warmth of Zhu Qian’s lips.

There was even a slight moistness lingering on his own lips.

The air around them became more complex—somewhere in the distance, a faint smell of potato chips, and in front of him, a warm fragrance: Zhu Qian’s favorite cedarwood perfume.

The “thump thump” of a heartbeat was no longer separated by an invisible barrier; it pounded directly into A-Ji’s ears.

Fast and chaotic—that was Zhu Qian’s heartbeat.

A-Ji suddenly wanted to open his eyes and see him from a human perspective.

His thick eyelashes fluttered. Raising his eyelids was easier than A-Ji had imagined.

Having not seen light for so long, his eyes were momentarily dazed before gradually focusing. A blurry patch of light became Zhu Qian’s face.

That face held surprise, anticipation, urgency—but no fear, terror, or disgust.

“A-Ji!”

A tear fell with a “plop” onto A-Ji’s cheek, and Zhu Qian quickly wiped his eyes.

Then he informed Xie Jixing, “He’s awake.”

Xie Jixing also leaned closer, and both of them stared at A-Ji.

He seemed to be trying to control his gaze. His eyeballs rolled a few times in their sockets, sometimes completely white, sometimes rotating 360 degrees.

Ehh… eyeballs spinning uncontrollably with no limit—still pretty horror-movie level scary.

But Zhu Qian found it adorable and even affectionately reminded him, “Don’t make yourself dizzy.”

Xie Jixing: Hiss… such a pervert.

Once he managed to fix his gaze, A-Ji tried moving his fingers—first flexing and extending them, then lifting his hand.

Slowly, he even used his arms to support himself and sat up.

He wiped the tear Zhu Qian left on his cheek with his fingertip, curiously tasted it with his mouth, then widened his eyes.

Salty!

He could actually taste it.

A-Ji joyfully tilted his head back…

Uh… controlling a resin neck is tricky. The force was too strong, and the angle a bit off.

The back of his head almost pressed into his back, luckily the silicone was elastic.

“Pfft.” The scene was too funny, and Xie Jixing and Zhu Qian couldn’t hold back laughter.

When they lifted the back of his head off his back, A-Ji glared at the two of them, “What are you laughing at?”

Wait—he could still speak?

He emitted a real voice—it was A-Ji’s voice.

A-Ji seemed to barely believe that the voice came from him, staring at Zhu Qian in astonishment.

“A-Ji, your voice is so nice,” Zhu Qian gently touched his Adam’s apple. “I recorded all your livestreams. When we were in the group, whenever I was with you, I would keep the voice memo running.”

“These sounds kept me company through countless nights.”

“Country A isn’t very safe. My neighbors love to throw parties, making noise every night. But as long as I put on headphones and listened to your livestreams, I could sleep soundly.”

“I took all these sounds, sampled them, extracted the single tones, and made a voice model. This generator is embedded right here.”

Zhu Qian lightly tapped it.

“So now you can say anything you want, and even try singing.”

A-Ji also lifted his hand, touching the small, square protrusion in his throat. It was tiny but carried his voice and Zhu Qian’s longing.

“A-Ji, can you say my name?”

Zhu Qian’s eyes glimmered with slight redness. A-Ji raised his arm, stiffly wrapped it around his neck, and gave a shallow hug.

This body had no warmth, but Zhu Qian felt immensely cozy, resting his chin on A-Ji’s shoulder.

The voice he had yearned for day and night came to his ears: “Zhu Qian.”

“Thank you.”