Bai Lixin felt his sleeves being rolled back.
The man’s hoarse voice came to Bai Lixin’s ears as the slightly callused hand rubbed his arm. “I will take all my rewards with interest the next time we meet.”
The warm breath tickled his neck, and because of his posture, Bai Lixin could only tilt his head back as the warm touch went down his soft neck.
And the snowy peak was littered with red plums.
The mottled marks set off the fragile beauty of the snowy skin.
Dijia stared at the marks he’d made, although his eyes were filled with desire, he had some things to do before he could go any further.
With that curt remark, he left reluctantly.
The identity of the “mysterious man” was only a product of his greedy desires, it would not be right to do something with this identity.
The youth is so beautiful and did not deserve to be treated like this.
He liked him and wanted to give him the best in the world; a big procession, a palanquin, and a marriage were indispensable.
Looking at the youth’s face, which was looking even more pure and innocent because of his bewilderment, Dijia became more determined in his decision.
He was even ashamed of the nasty thoughts in his mind and wanted to dig a hole in the ground.
The youth was just an ordinary mortal, yet he was still able to help so many beings without asking for anything in return.
In contrast, he, the King of the Underworld, the majestic King Yama, only had dirty things on his mind.
He was not worthy.
However, no matter how unworthy he was, Bai Lixin was his!
Dijia let go of the youth and left after removing the mist covering Bai Lixin’s eyes.
——————-
A minute later, Bai Lixin regained his sight.
Beneath the calm expression was a heart as mad as a wild horse.
Bai Lixin: “……”
I’m ready to take my trousers off, and you’re done?
Are you unable to do it?
Bai Lixin pursed his lips and lifted his sleeves to look at the spot that Dijia had just touched.
The black mark and chain had turned into a plum blossom shape.
The delicate red color was vivid on the fair skin, but he didn’t know what it represented.
Bai Lixin sighed darkly, and as he straightened his clothes, he began to look around.
He was in a bedroom decorated in ancient style, there was not much furniture inside, but every piece of furniture was made of the finest ancient sandalwood, and if you smelled it carefully, you could still smell the faint scent of grass.
Bai Lixin got up from the bed, and just as he walked to the door to leave, the closed door was pulled open from outside, and Dijia’s handsome face immediately came into view.
Bai Lixin immediately blurted out: “Why did you….?”
He was halfway through the sentence when he thought of something and quickly bit his lip, rolling the unfinished words back in his throat and swallowing them forcefully.
The mysterious man had gone, and the kind-hearted Dijia had come in. He was just an ordinary little cutie who didn’t know anything.
Dijia looked at Bai Lixin with suspicion, and Bai Lixin suddenly got a bright idea. He grabbed Dijia’s sleeves and said, aggrievedly: “Why did you just come, ah?”
“Where is this place?”
Dijia: “……”
‘I deserve to die for scaring him like this!’
“This is… uh,” the man gulped, “King Yama’s bedchamber.”
“I just went to the eighteenth floor after finishing my work, and couldn’t find you. Fortunately, you have my scent on you, so I tracked you here.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here first.”
Bai Lixin gestured to the bed that he had messed up himself and asked, “Do I need to fix it?”
Although everywhere else was still neat, the messy folds of the bed inspired wild imaginations.
Dijia blushed slightly and said, “Yes, go on, I’ll wait for you.”
The youth hesitated for two seconds, walked over to the bed, and bent down to begin meticulously making the bed.
The man stood right behind the youth, staring straight at the youth’s bent waist in a daze.
It was only when the youth finished making the bed and turned around that Dijia withdrew his gaze and stared at the ground. “But then again, were you in Yama’s bed just now?”
The youth was slightly embarrassed. “Yes, but not in the way you think.”
Dijia suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked, “In which way am I thinking?”
“Before, it was fake Yama’s bed, now it’s the real Yama’s bed, it seems you and Yama have an unbreakable bond.”
“Ah,” Bai Lixin blushed and shook his head, “What are you talking about, I don’t even know what King Yama looks like. I was brought here by that mysterious man, let’s just get out of here, I don’t want to cause trouble. I won’t be able to explain myself if a ghost messenger comes in.”
“Oh, aren’t there guards outside? What kind of person are you anyway, and why do you have free access to King Yama’s bedchamber?”
“I’m just an ordinary ghost messenger, but I’ve been in contact with King Yama for a long time, so I’m familiar with the security arrangements in the palace and could easily get in.” Dijia explained briefly, “Tell me what you found on the eighteenth floor as we walk.”
They stepped out of the room and came to a long corridor.
The corridor was empty and unguarded.
Bai Lixin followed behind Dijia, telling him about the discoveries he had made on the 18th floor and giving him the packet of red powder.
“Do you know what this is?”
Dijia took a bit out of it: “It’s the smell of manzanita pollen, but there’s a hint of another smell.”
“Yes, I smell it too, but I don’t know what that smell is. This is what I found next to the saint’s box. You are a ghost messenger; you should be more familiar with everything here than I am. What does the manzanita flowers’ pollen do?”
Dijia’s gaze was gloomy, he stared at the red powder for a moment longer before returning it to Bai Lixin. “There’s not just Manzanita’s pollen in there; there’s also the ashes of a newly born infant spirit.”
“When an infant spirit is newly born, its vitality is at its strongest. The person who made this powder should have cremated the newborn’s spirit and turned it into powder. Manzanita pollen can channel yin and yang, and if these two items are mixed in a certain ratio and combined with incantations, it is possible to bring the dead back to life.”
“But this is something that goes against the heavens, and the medicinal effects don’t last long.”
“I also read about this in a forbidden book, the idea was banned when it was first invented because I didn’t know what was used to make it. Later, the recipe was leaked, but the formula was so vicious that the person who made it was sentenced to death, and then his soul was scattered. The formula also became a forbidden art.”
The two turned a corner, and the corridor in front of them grew longer.
The Underworld was not divided into day and night, so the corridors in the palace were lit by torches all year round.
The walls were engraved with figures of all shapes and sizes, each with a different posture and movement.
The understated luxury of the pale gold background was covered with white fog, and in the thick fog was a picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night.
It was so lifelike that it looked like the real thing.
The torches swayed, setting off the figures in light and dark and making the shadows float.
It was strange, so he took another look.
Bai Lixin stared at the walls around him as he continued chatting with Dijia, “I remember something. The paper man we saw in Yanwang town turned into a human after eating the Manzanita fruit. Is it possible that what he ate was a product of this forbidden art?”
Dijia noted Bai Lixin’s gaze and swallowed nervously, “It’s possible, what are you looking at?”
Bai Lixin took a moment to look at Dijia before stopping at a spot on the wall and saying, “These portraits are very realistic, like they’re real.”
Dijia: “Heh, it’s Yama’s palace, after all it is probably real.”
“That fruit must be a test product.”
“Bringing the dead back to life for a short time is fine, but bringing a saint out of the eighteenth level of hell is very difficult. No such effect has ever been reported.”
“I probably know how that thing brought the saint out.”
“The Abyssal Hell punishes people after death, and once the Abyssal Hell senses living qi in the punished person, there will be a brief hesitation.”
“Manzanita pollen connects yin and yang, and the ashes of the infant spirit give life. It is easy to revive an ordinary undead, but the saint needs a sufficient amount of living qi to temporarily give him life.”
“The moment the punishment was paused, he escaped.”
“This explains why Yanwang Town is a city of the dead, all the resentment and lives of the people in it have been absorbed, and they were turned into paper figurines.”
Bai Lixin frowned: “Now that the saint has absorbed their resentment and escaped, are those victims free now?”
Dijia: “I’m not sure, but it’s possible.”
Bai Lixin stared at the torch on the wall in thought.
According to this, this rescue was premeditated.
The fake King Yama gathered innocent women to create the infant spirits.
Then all the lives in Yanwang Town were absorbed; so many people died just to rescue the saint.
For some reason, Bai Lixin suddenly had an inexplicable feeling of sadness and depression.
In the face of absolute power, many lives were small and fragile.
A saint’s life is a life, but do others have to die for him?
Lives are born equal, and one should not feel so small just because the other is only a mayfly.
All life is the result of billions of years of genetic elimination.
Who is more noble than the other?
But now, the man behind the scenes has sacrificed countless lives just to save one person.
That kind of despair and resentment of the weak appeared inside Bai Lixin at this moment.
He clenched his fists so hard that they turned white, and his eyes, which were usually lazy and relaxed, were now filled with rage, and the raging lava spread beneath them, ready to erupt.
His eyes flashed with an imperceptible red, and just as he was ready to explode, a large palm grabbed his hand without warning.
The hand was cold, but it quenched the surging rage in his heart.
Bai Lixin froze for a moment, the redness in his eyes disappearing.
He turned his head to look at Dijia, who was concerned for him, and a strange feeling crossed his mind.
It was odd because, although he was a passionate person, he had always had strong self-control. Even if he were angry, he wouldn’t be like this.
But just now, his anger seemed almost overwhelming.
Dijia’s expression was calm, but his eyes showed concern: “Are you all right? You didn’t seem to be in the right mood just now.”
Bai Lixin shook his head and said, “It’s nothing; let’s go.”
Bai Lixin felt his sleeves being rolled back.
The man’s hoarse voice came to Bai Lixin’s ears as the slightly callused hand rubbed his arm. “I will take all my rewards with interest the next time we meet.”
The warm breath tickled his neck, and because of his posture, Bai Lixin could only tilt his head back as the warm touch went down his soft neck.
And the snowy peak was littered with red plums.
The mottled marks set off the fragile beauty of the snowy skin.
Dijia stared at the marks he’d made, although his eyes were filled with desire, he had some things to do before he could go any further.
With that curt remark, he left reluctantly.
The identity of the “mysterious man” was only a product of his greedy desires, it would not be right to do something with this identity.
The youth is so beautiful and did not deserve to be treated like this.
He liked him and wanted to give him the best in the world; a big procession, a palanquin, and a marriage were indispensable.
Looking at the youth’s face, which was looking even more pure and innocent because of his bewilderment, Dijia became more determined in his decision.
He was even ashamed of the nasty thoughts in his mind and wanted to dig a hole in the ground.
The youth was just an ordinary mortal, yet he was still able to help so many beings without asking for anything in return.
In contrast, he, the King of the Underworld, the majestic King Yama, only had dirty things on his mind.
He was not worthy.
However, no matter how unworthy he was, Bai Lixin was his!
Dijia let go of the youth and left after removing the mist covering Bai Lixin’s eyes.
——————-
A minute later, Bai Lixin regained his sight.
Beneath the calm expression was a heart as mad as a wild horse.
Bai Lixin: “……”
I’m ready to take my trousers off, and you’re done?
Are you unable to do it?
Bai Lixin pursed his lips and lifted his sleeves to look at the spot that Dijia had just touched.
The black mark and chain had turned into a plum blossom shape.
The delicate red color was vivid on the fair skin, but he didn’t know what it represented.
Bai Lixin sighed darkly, and as he straightened his clothes, he began to look around.
He was in a bedroom decorated in ancient style, there was not much furniture inside, but every piece of furniture was made of the finest ancient sandalwood, and if you smelled it carefully, you could still smell the faint scent of grass.
Bai Lixin got up from the bed, and just as he walked to the door to leave, the closed door was pulled open from outside, and Dijia’s handsome face immediately came into view.
Bai Lixin immediately blurted out: “Why did you….?”
He was halfway through the sentence when he thought of something and quickly bit his lip, rolling the unfinished words back in his throat and swallowing them forcefully.
The mysterious man had gone, and the kind-hearted Dijia had come in. He was just an ordinary little cutie who didn’t know anything.
Dijia looked at Bai Lixin with suspicion, and Bai Lixin suddenly got a bright idea. He grabbed Dijia’s sleeves and said, aggrievedly: “Why did you just come, ah?”
“Where is this place?”
Dijia: “……”
‘I deserve to die for scaring him like this!’
“This is… uh,” the man gulped, “King Yama’s bedchamber.”
“I just went to the eighteenth floor after finishing my work, and couldn’t find you. Fortunately, you have my scent on you, so I tracked you here.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here first.”
Bai Lixin gestured to the bed that he had messed up himself and asked, “Do I need to fix it?”
Although everywhere else was still neat, the messy folds of the bed inspired wild imaginations.
Dijia blushed slightly and said, “Yes, go on, I’ll wait for you.”
The youth hesitated for two seconds, walked over to the bed, and bent down to begin meticulously making the bed.
The man stood right behind the youth, staring straight at the youth’s bent waist in a daze.
It was only when the youth finished making the bed and turned around that Dijia withdrew his gaze and stared at the ground. “But then again, were you in Yama’s bed just now?”
The youth was slightly embarrassed. “Yes, but not in the way you think.”
Dijia suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked, “In which way am I thinking?”
“Before, it was fake Yama’s bed, now it’s the real Yama’s bed, it seems you and Yama have an unbreakable bond.”
“Ah,” Bai Lixin blushed and shook his head, “What are you talking about, I don’t even know what King Yama looks like. I was brought here by that mysterious man, let’s just get out of here, I don’t want to cause trouble. I won’t be able to explain myself if a ghost messenger comes in.”
“Oh, aren’t there guards outside? What kind of person are you anyway, and why do you have free access to King Yama’s bedchamber?”
“I’m just an ordinary ghost messenger, but I’ve been in contact with King Yama for a long time, so I’m familiar with the security arrangements in the palace and could easily get in.” Dijia explained briefly, “Tell me what you found on the eighteenth floor as we walk.”
They stepped out of the room and came to a long corridor.
The corridor was empty and unguarded.
Bai Lixin followed behind Dijia, telling him about the discoveries he had made on the 18th floor and giving him the packet of red powder.
“Do you know what this is?”
Dijia took a bit out of it: “It’s the smell of manzanita pollen, but there’s a hint of another smell.”
“Yes, I smell it too, but I don’t know what that smell is. This is what I found next to the saint’s box. You are a ghost messenger; you should be more familiar with everything here than I am. What does the manzanita flowers’ pollen do?”
Dijia’s gaze was gloomy, he stared at the red powder for a moment longer before returning it to Bai Lixin. “There’s not just Manzanita’s pollen in there; there’s also the ashes of a newly born infant spirit.”
“When an infant spirit is newly born, its vitality is at its strongest. The person who made this powder should have cremated the newborn’s spirit and turned it into powder. Manzanita pollen can channel yin and yang, and if these two items are mixed in a certain ratio and combined with incantations, it is possible to bring the dead back to life.”
“But this is something that goes against the heavens, and the medicinal effects don’t last long.”
“I also read about this in a forbidden book, the idea was banned when it was first invented because I didn’t know what was used to make it. Later, the recipe was leaked, but the formula was so vicious that the person who made it was sentenced to death, and then his soul was scattered. The formula also became a forbidden art.”
The two turned a corner, and the corridor in front of them grew longer.
The Underworld was not divided into day and night, so the corridors in the palace were lit by torches all year round.
The walls were engraved with figures of all shapes and sizes, each with a different posture and movement.
The understated luxury of the pale gold background was covered with white fog, and in the thick fog was a picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night.
It was so lifelike that it looked like the real thing.
The torches swayed, setting off the figures in light and dark and making the shadows float.
It was strange, so he took another look.
Bai Lixin stared at the walls around him as he continued chatting with Dijia, “I remember something. The paper man we saw in Yanwang town turned into a human after eating the Manzanita fruit. Is it possible that what he ate was a product of this forbidden art?”
Dijia noted Bai Lixin’s gaze and swallowed nervously, “It’s possible, what are you looking at?”
Bai Lixin took a moment to look at Dijia before stopping at a spot on the wall and saying, “These portraits are very realistic, like they’re real.”
Dijia: “Heh, it’s Yama’s palace, after all it is probably real.”
“That fruit must be a test product.”
“Bringing the dead back to life for a short time is fine, but bringing a saint out of the eighteenth level of hell is very difficult. No such effect has ever been reported.”
“I probably know how that thing brought the saint out.”
“The Abyssal Hell punishes people after death, and once the Abyssal Hell senses living qi in the punished person, there will be a brief hesitation.”
“Manzanita pollen connects yin and yang, and the ashes of the infant spirit give life. It is easy to revive an ordinary undead, but the saint needs a sufficient amount of living qi to temporarily give him life.”
“The moment the punishment was paused, he escaped.”
“This explains why Yanwang Town is a city of the dead, all the resentment and lives of the people in it have been absorbed, and they were turned into paper figurines.”
Bai Lixin frowned: “Now that the saint has absorbed their resentment and escaped, are those victims free now?”
Dijia: “I’m not sure, but it’s possible.”
Bai Lixin stared at the torch on the wall in thought.
According to this, this rescue was premeditated.
The fake King Yama gathered innocent women to create the infant spirits.
Then all the lives in Yanwang Town were absorbed; so many people died just to rescue the saint.
For some reason, Bai Lixin suddenly had an inexplicable feeling of sadness and depression.
In the face of absolute power, many lives were small and fragile.
A saint’s life is a life, but do others have to die for him?
Lives are born equal, and one should not feel so small just because the other is only a mayfly.
All life is the result of billions of years of genetic elimination.
Who is more noble than the other?
But now, the man behind the scenes has sacrificed countless lives just to save one person.
That kind of despair and resentment of the weak appeared inside Bai Lixin at this moment.
He clenched his fists so hard that they turned white, and his eyes, which were usually lazy and relaxed, were now filled with rage, and the raging lava spread beneath them, ready to erupt.
His eyes flashed with an imperceptible red, and just as he was ready to explode, a large palm grabbed his hand without warning.
The hand was cold, but it quenched the surging rage in his heart.
Bai Lixin froze for a moment, the redness in his eyes disappearing.
He turned his head to look at Dijia, who was concerned for him, and a strange feeling crossed his mind.
It was odd because, although he was a passionate person, he had always had strong self-control. Even if he were angry, he wouldn’t be like this.
But just now, his anger seemed almost overwhelming.
Dijia’s expression was calm, but his eyes showed concern: “Are you all right? You didn’t seem to be in the right mood just now.”
Bai Lixin shook his head and said, “It’s nothing; let’s go.”
