Chapter 43 Did a random man do these things to you?

"Hmm!"

Hearing someone's voice, he weakly struggled for a moment.

I got kissed!

The man grabbed his chin, forcibly pried open his tightly clenched teeth, and pressed his lips against his. His hand then moved to Wen Rensheng's lower back, drawing the two of them close together intimately.

Beneath the Yellow Springs, only souls as light as cicada wings can be accommodated, yet the sound of human voices can be heard as if one could hear the other's strong heartbeat and the warmth of their body.

All my strength was melted away by that kiss.

The water around him was still turbulent, making it impossible for him to open his eyes when he heard voices. He could only sob and be forced to accept the spiritual power that the other party was transferring to him.

Perhaps because he had choked on some water earlier, his throat felt tight and dry, and his mind went blank. He simply let the person hug and kiss him for a long time without any resistance.

Only when the water pressure around her dissipated, her toes finally touched the ground, and she heard voices did she feel the pressure on her lower back slowly recede, and her lips parted.

His cheeks flushed red from the kiss, and he looked somewhat dazed. He blinked blankly before looking up at the person in front of him.

It really was Murong He.

...She clearly rejected him an hour ago, but now she's taking advantage of him and daring to kiss him directly?

He has never been kissed by anyone before!

Hearing someone's voice, she quickly wiped her lips hard with the back of her hand, looking at He Mu with shame and indignation.

What are you doing!

He Mu, however, showed no awareness of offending Wen Rensheng. He took a step forward and reached out to touch Wen Rensheng's ear.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently. "When I arrived, I saw you being sucked in, and in a moment of panic, I just gave you some air."

A voice was heard: "..."

He felt aggrieved and wanted to vent his anger on Mu Fa, but when he heard that Mu Fa had done it to save him, he suddenly couldn't say anything, and all his grievances were stuck in his throat.

"Then, then you shouldn't have hugged me just now, and you even grabbed my wrist. I clearly told you..."

He Mu made a helpless expression: "The water flowed too fast, and my soul was too light. It was against my will."

That actually makes a lot of sense...!

That scoundrel!

After spending time with Murong He, Wen Rensheng gradually realized his wicked nature and that most of the things he said were a mixture of truth and falsehood.

But I'm bad at talking, and I can't think of any rebuttal!

After sulking for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and forced out a harsh "thank you."

He laughed and ruffled his hair.

"You're welcome."

Being forcibly kissed and still having to say thank you—probably only a little demon like Wenrensheng would do that.

He Mu admitted that his act of giving him breathing exercises earlier had a hint of using his position for personal gain, but he had to admit that Wen Rensheng was just as kind and friendly as he had imagined.

Hearing people's voices, how could anyone guess what He Mu was thinking?

He touched his lower lip and stared at the toes of his shoes with a sullen expression.

First kiss...

That doesn't count, does it?

It was done solely to save his life, not out of any other emotion.

When Wen Rensheng was young, he had kissed the mountain god in those damp dreams. It was a kiss where skin touched and both parties were willing. He believed that only such intimate touch could be considered a first kiss.

Those who were forced upon them by Murong He do not count.

"No, it doesn't count."

After deceiving herself, she finally mustered the courage to look at He Mu again when she heard voices.

"Where is this place?"

After being swept away by the current, they landed inside a deserted, dilapidated temple. In front of them lay a mud statue covered in moss, with red candles lying askew on the altar, and the air was filled with a damp, musty smell.

“This is the Earth God Temple,” He Mu explained. “The underworld only accepts an even number of souls. You were too close to that river just now and were swept in as a wandering soul.”

"We only accept even numbers..." a voice said. "That's too strange. If there are no souls traveling with you, wouldn't you never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation?"

He Mu smiled and said, "So most souls wait here for their loved ones, and then the two of them are reincarnated together."

Hearing a voice ask, "Since the clan leader isn't here, he must have gone inside with his family, right?"

He Mu nodded and was about to speak when a sudden gust of cold wind rose around them, circling them twice.

Several rows of red candles in front of the clay statue platform fell over. Hearing voices, I felt a chill run through my body, and my body felt so light that I almost floated away.

He lunged forward and backward twice, and just as his feet were about to leave the ground, He Mu suddenly grabbed his hands.

The moment the two made contact, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared. Hearing the voices, he regained his footing and looked up at Mu.

He Mu slipped his fingers through Wenrensheng's and waved their clasped hands in front of Wenrensheng's eyes.

“Your birth chart is too weak, your soul is not heavy enough,” he said. “Hold on to me tightly, so you won’t get lost.”

Upon hearing this, Wen hesitated for a moment before slowly closing his fingers and locking them with He Mu's.

“Don’t overthink it,” Wenrensheng advised him. “We’re in a cooperative relationship now.”

He Mu was displeased and deliberately said, "So wary, you still have your sweetheart in your heart?"

Upon hearing the voice, he vehemently denied it: "I didn't!"

"Then why can't I think about it?" He Mu squeezed Wen Rensheng's hand. "Anyway, you've already broken up, and you don't want to forgive him anymore, right?"

He paused, then said meaningfully, "Could it be that you haven't actually let go, and you'll fall in love with him again if you see him again?"

Hearing the voices, he had no idea what the person was arguing about.

He glared at He Mu, his tone harsh: "Even if I never see him again in my entire life... I will never be with you!"

He thought that saying these words would hurt Murong He and make him behave himself and stop coveting him.

But instead of showing any sign of worry, the man's smile deepened, and his eyes even curved into slits, as if he had heard some great news.

“Okay,” He Mu said happily, “I understand.”

!

baffling!

Hearing someone's voice made me so angry I wanted to bite him.

Just as they were pondering where to start to make Murong He suffer excruciating pain, the surrounding yin wind suddenly stopped, and the white mist drifted down.

Then, a kind-looking old lady suddenly appeared in front of them. She was dressed in red and embroidered shoes, and looked like a matchmaker.

"Hey," Wen Rensheng exclaimed, startled by the voice, "A ghost?"

The matchmaker, with her eyes closed, slowly bowed to them and said, "Is this the local earth god temple, gentlemen, here to be reincarnated?"

Hearing the voice, she nodded: "Yes, old woman, do you know how to get to the place of reincarnation?"

The matchmaker slowly raised her head when she heard voices.

She still had her eyes closed, but somehow, even when she heard voices, she could still sense a sharp gaze falling on her, making him feel uneasy all over.

"My two lords," she said in an aged voice, "may we share the same bed in life and the same grave in death, and may we accompany each other on the road to the underworld."

Hearing the voice, Wen and Mu exchanged a glance.

"What's the meaning?"

The matchmaker didn't answer, but pulled out a small booklet from somewhere, frowned, flipped through a few pages, and muttered, "Six relatives...wife and wealth palace..."

"man……"

Hearing the voice, he couldn't understand what she was muttering to herself. He couldn't help but want to go up and wave to her, but He Mu stopped him.

“Don’t rush,” he said. “She’s looking for the red line between us.”

Hearing a voice, she exclaimed in surprise, "Red thread? We've only known each other for two days, what red could there be—"

"Are you two already married?"

Before he could finish speaking, the matchmaker slowly interrupted him.

Without the slightest hesitation, He Mu replied with a smile, "We are just kindred spirits, but we haven't had a chance to get married yet."

? !

Hearing a voice, her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but pinch him hard, thinking to herself, "You're doing it again?"

"Have you ever had physical intimacy?" the matchmaker asked again.

He Mu stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before answering, "Does what happened just now count?"

The matchmaker gave a joking laugh and put away the booklet.

She examined the two of them for a moment and said slowly, "If that's the case, the Earth God Temple Fair will fulfill the wishes that you two couldn't fulfill in your previous lives, and bless you to forget your past grievances and enter the cycle of reincarnation in peace."

A voice murmured, "...A long-cherished wish?"

The matchmaker did not answer Wen Rensheng's question.

She placed her hands in front of her and bowed respectfully.

Then, the matchmaker's body, like a wisp of smoke, slowly dissipated in front of the two of them.

"I wish you both a safe journey."

Hearing the dying voices around him, he opened his eyes slightly at the sound of human voices.

He instinctively gripped Mu's hand, but the grip that had been holding him tightly suddenly vanished, leaving him holding nothing at all.

Hearing the voice, he was startled and quickly looked over, only to find that Murong He had disappeared from his side at some point.

Suddenly, the deafening sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers filled the air. Turning around, the clay Buddha statue was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a grand hall adorned with red silk.

There were memorial tablets and incense candles in front of the altar, and two armchairs beside it. It looked like someone had accidentally stumbled upon a wedding ceremony.

Hearing the voice, he took half a step back.

"……ah?"

He hesitated,

Who will get married?

As soon as he finished speaking, something was covered over his head, and his vision suddenly turned red, and he couldn't see anything.

"Hmm!"

Hearing voices, he hurriedly tried to reach out and pull at the strange rag, but a bunch of nosy people suddenly appeared around him and started grabbing his arms, dragging him somewhere.

Before he could even react to the sound of voices, he was horrified to find his body moving uncontrollably, bowing deeply in front of him.

At the same time, the drawn-out "bowing to the parents" rang in my ears.

He got married by himself!

Hearing voices, she cried out in a panic, "Wait, wait, I don't want to—"

No way! Who did he marry?

Could it be Murong He? Or that old lady?

I don't want either of them!

Even though she was extremely reluctant, she was still forced to bow to the heavens and earth after hearing the voices of others. After the words "bowing to the parents" and "bowing to each other as husband and wife" were spoken, she had to bow to heaven and earth with someone she didn't know.

Before he could even cry, he felt several hands shoving him from behind, noisily pushing him away in a certain direction.

Along the way, people kept throwing strange fruits, grains, and flower petals at his head, which gave him a headache.

This is terrible! If everyone has to go through this after they die, then he'll definitely ascend to immortality.

He has no desire to marry some random person!

After enduring it for a while, the noisy jeers around me gradually faded away, and I could hear people's voices and feel the force behind me disappear.

Hearing voices, he tried reaching out and touching something, and it seemed that he had been pushed to a door.

"…………"

Now that things have come to this, it seems there's no other way but to push the door open and go in.

He vaguely remembered seeing this scene in a storybook, the part after lovers' wedding ceremony, it should be called...

哢哒.

Before I could finish thinking, a gentle breeze blew in front of me, and the door seemed to be gently opened.

Hearing the voice, she quickly raised her arm to block in front of her, saying warily, "I'm being forced. I don't want to get married. Don't even think about touching me!"

But after saying this, the person in front of him only chuckled softly.

"Sheng Sheng, have you changed your mind?"

The all-too-familiar voice filled his ears, causing his heart to pound and his body to freeze in place.

"..."

No way...

While he was still in a daze, the person in front of him suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms with an extremely gentle force.

He didn't resist at all when he heard the voice; his mind went blank, and for a moment he just leaned straight against the person's chest.

He will never mistake that voice, that embrace, no matter how many years pass.

It is the mountain god.

Hearing human voices, his breathing became somewhat short. He didn't move, letting the person pick him up and carry him to the bedside.

My body slowly sank into a soft mattress.

After putting him down, Mu and I sat down together, sharing the bed, which was neither too wide nor too narrow, just like during those days in Fangze Mountain.

I was so nervous at the sound of voices that I dared not breathe.

The old woman said she would fulfill her lifelong wish, let go of her past life, and depart in peace.

Although he's not dead yet, looking at it this way, isn't his deepest wish...?

Marrying the mountain god?!

How is that possible?!

Hearing voices, he couldn't breathe. Terrified, he covered his flushed face and shrank to the other side of the bed.

Why would this be his "long-cherished wish"?

He clearly hasn't liked Mu as much in the past two years; he can barely remember what Mu looks like anymore, and he rarely sees him in his dreams. How could this be...?

Mu sat quietly beside him for a while, then leaned over and gently lifted his veil with the back of her hand.

Hearing the voice, her eyes welled up with tears, and she looked up in a flustered and helpless manner, meeting He Mu's gaze.

"Mountain God..."

He heard a trembling voice call out.

He Mu looked exactly the same as I remembered, with sharp pupils, eyes that tapered at the corners like a sharp knife, and golden lines between his brows...

No, why has it become so dim?

Hearing voices, she leaned against the wall, her legs tightly tucked in front of her, her eyes reddening.

I don't understand.

He had tried to express his love, but the result was unsatisfactory, leaving both of them in great pain. He couldn't understand why his heart would give such an answer.

He had considered marrying the mountain god, or rather, the current scene was exactly the same as he had imagined.

But now, everything is different, and so is his heart...

Mu Kong used his hand to lower the bed curtains.

He closed the distance between them, and from the sound of voices, he felt the man getting closer and closer, and he could already faintly feel his breath on his lips.

Mu wanted to kiss him.

It might not be just that; perhaps we need to do something else. I'm a little too tired to think after hearing people's voices.

But as he himself said, this kiss was different from Murong He's kiss.

This is... his former sweetheart...

At this moment, even the breath of those who hear human voices seems to stop.

The air in the underworld suddenly became hot, and even the touch of a soul became scalding. The body without flesh and blood now had the beating of a heart.

The bed curtains fell.

With a soft breath, He Mu pressed his lips against Wen Rensheng's.

Almost instantly, Wen Rensheng closed his eyes in fear.

He Mu seemed to sense his nervousness and haste, so she kissed him very gently, only lightly biting his lips as if taking a quick bite.

He didn't resist the sound of people's voices much—or rather, he simply didn't know how to resist.

He could only accept the kiss with unease, from the initial light brushing of their lips to the gradual exploration of each other, and finally to their lips and tongues touching, their ears rubbing together.

Wen Rensheng's body grew increasingly hot, and his kiss with Mu deepened until they were almost impatient, making Wen Rensheng almost unable to resist.

As he kissed her, his hand moved up to Wenrensheng's neck, his fingers sliding down her neckline to her collarbone, unbuttoning Wenrensheng's clothes.

After undoing two pills, the kiss with Mu finally stopped. He pressed his forehead against Wen Rensheng's, his breathing a little heavy.

“Sheng Sheng,” he whispered, his fingertips lingering on Wen Rensheng’s collarbone, “who left these hickeys…?”

Upon hearing this, a look of confusion flashed in Wenrensheng's eyes.

...What hickey?

He then looked down at his half-open undergarment and discovered that several faint red marks had appeared on his body, lingering and undisguisedly covering his neckline and collarbone, with even deeper marks hidden within his still-open garment.

The marks are still very fresh, clearly made not long ago.

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Author's Note: I clearly did it myself, yet I still insist on asking who did it. Seriously, how mean! (And Mu Ni, continue...)