Don't expect the worst but hope for the best
Su Xueyi laughs at the panicked look in Xi Zirui's face. "Shidi, don't worry, I'm not going to do it now."
He grins and pulls Xi Zirui forward by the wrist, dragging him towards the altar with Xi Ming's body.
"First we need to bring Xi Ming's soul back, so it can stabilize in its original body before being transferred to someone else," Su Xueyi says, placing the hairpin over Xi Ming's chest.
His tone makes it seem as if this is some fun experiment he and Xi Zirui are undertaking together.
Disgusted, Xi Zirui jerks his arm away. "What do you need me for, then?"
Su Xueyi pulls Xi Zirui forward, baring his pale forearm above Xi Ming's face before taking a small dagger out of his sleeve and making a slash across the soft skin.
He squeezes, so that Xi Zirui's blood will trickle down into Xi Ming's ashen lips.