Chapter 48 This scoundrel has gone too far!

A long road was laid out beneath the platform for the deceased, where all the souls who came together from the local earth god temple had to line up.

The wooden plaques they hold have the birth date and time of their next reincarnation written on them. The further they go, the fainter their soul becomes, and their memories of their previous life gradually disappear.

Hearing the voices, he sat on the edge of a palm-leaf fan, silently watching the rows of souls below.

He swung his legs, and his tail unconsciously twitched twice.

The underworld is more bustling than I imagined. I heard about the sounds of people when I was a child. On the road to rebirth, all the souls will slowly experience everything from their previous lives, and then gradually forget it.

No wonder the underworld insists on two souls traveling together; the road is so long, it would be too lonely to walk alone.

Hearing a voice, she propped her cheek up and said softly, "I wonder if the clan leader has forgotten me..."

After a short while of feeling melancholy, I noticed that the journey had been eerily quiet. Not only was Bai Wuchang silent, but even He Mu hadn't uttered a sound.

Hearing the voice, she became suspicious and turned to look at He Mu, only to find him sitting cross-legged at the other end, meditating and regulating his breathing.

Should I meditate at this time?

That's strange.

Hearing the voice, she got up and quietly moved closer to He Mu, thinking to herself that she would only glance at him and wouldn't take the initiative to talk to him.

He Mu had his eyes closed, his mind focused, his hands resting naturally on his knees, seemingly unaware of the approaching voice.

Hearing voices, he mustered up his courage and waved to Mu.

Unexpectedly, Mu suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Wen Rensheng's wrist.

Startled by the sound of voices, she hurriedly met He Mu's gaze.

"W-what are you doing?" Hearing the voice, she quickly pulled her hand away. "Why did you suddenly grab my hand?"

He Mu didn't let go of him; instead, she pulled him closer and asked with a smile, "Were you looking at me just now?"

Hearing the voice, it wagged its tail guiltily and quickly said, "Who wants to see you? I won't look."

He Mu moved forward and pulled Wen Rensheng into his arms, saying softly, "It looks like we'll be flying for a while longer. Shall we chat?"

Hearing voices, she was caught off guard and pulled into Mu's arms, her face instantly flushing pink.

He leaned against Mu's chest, and although he couldn't hear his heartbeat or feel his temperature, he felt as if his body was being warmed up and was about to melt.

Hearing voices, she quickly grabbed He Mu's arm, struggling like a live fish, her tail thrashing back and forth.

"You don't need to hug while chatting!"

But Mu ignored him, grabbed Wenrensheng's tail with his hand, and even more aggressively moved closer to his ear, rubbing against him affectionately.

"You must be tired after playing for so long," He Mu said in a low voice. "Shall I massage it for you?"

Once its tail was grabbed, it immediately stopped moving upon hearing a human voice, and its body even trembled slightly.

My tail got touched again...!

Seeing that he really didn't move, He Mu pinched the base of his tail with two fingers and gently stroked it backward.

Startled by the sound of voices, she almost cried out and, in a moment of desperation, bit He Mu's arm.

No, no, there's still the Impermanence of Life ahead, I can't call it out, it's too... too embarrassing...

Hearing voices, she continued kissing him while keeping her eyes closed and stubbornly saying, "I don't want to!"

He let him nibble on his arm, still holding onto his tail: "Really don't want to?"

Hearing two soft moans from a human voice, he quickly shook his head.

He Mu smiled, ignoring Wen Rensheng's resistance, and gently massaged Wen Rensheng's lower back with his fingertips.

This area is near the base of his tail and is a very sensitive spot. He knows that Wen Rensheng is most afraid of being touched here, as even a few touches will leave him weak.

Because he was being held, Mu's little actions were well hidden and would not be noticed at all.

Hearing the voice, she let out two soft moans as her legs were pressed down, and she couldn't help but pull her legs back, her knees pressed together.

"Um……"

He lowered his head, his body trembling violently, and his fluffy tail instinctively wrapped around He Mu's wrist, as if begging for mercy.

He Mu was just teasing him and didn't want to go too far, so he quickly let go and even patted Wenrensheng's tail reassuringly.

"Alright, alright, why such a big reaction?" he teased. "By the way, what's the name of your sword? Have you decided yet?"

Hearing the voice, his eyes reddened as he hugged his legs. If he weren't in this state and unable to revert to his original form, he would have already curled up into a furry ball in shame.

That's too much...

I haven't forgiven him, yet he touched me like that!

The base of the tail is a place that only a mate can touch. Mu and he are clearly not in a relationship where they can mate, so how could he be so abrupt...?

Seeing that he didn't react, Mu tentatively asked a question.

"Sounds?"

"Young hero?"

"A human voice can be heard!"

Startled by the sound of voices, he quickly came to his senses and gasped for breath.

"What are you thinking about?" He Mu pinched his wolf ears. "Your ears are so red."

Hearing a voice, his ears twitched, and he replied in a very soft voice, "Call me Tianxin."

"Tianxin?" He Mu rubbed his earlobe. "A very nice name. Do you want to know how to use this sword?"

The ears are less sensitive than the tail, and when they are rubbed, they feel more relaxed.

Before long, upon hearing voices, it succumbed to Mu's ear-rubbing technique, its tense mind gradually relaxing, and it even let out two comfortable snores.

He leaned lazily against He Mu and mumbled, "Like the one I was cursed with in the local temple?"

He Mu nodded and said, "Yes, and you have a Heavenly Spiritual Root, so your illusionary power is far stronger than Qianxiang's. I might even fall for it."

Hearing the voice, he nodded thoughtfully.

No wonder there's a butterfly pattern on his sword; that's an illusion spell.

In that case, he would no longer be troubled by illusions, nor would he have those strange dreams anymore.

As she was thinking, she unconsciously lowered her wolf ears and leaned into Mu's palm.

He Mu scratched his earlobe and asked, "Speaking of which, what did you see in that illusion?"

"ah?"

Hearing voices, he suddenly came to his senses.

"W-I didn't see anything..."

"What are you talking about?" He Muqing gently touched his wolf ear. "Your illusion should be a reflection of my inner self. We've known each other for so long, there's no way you didn't see anything."

Moreover, he could faintly hear Wenren's voice with a sobbing tone at that time. Now that he says nothing happened, who would believe him?

"Your inner reflection..." Wen Rensheng paused, somewhat stunned. "What does that mean?"

He Mu explained, "For example, the illusion I encountered was a scene of you, Wenren Jing, and Wenquxing together on Fangze Mountain. This is a reflection of your inner self, but since my cultivation is higher, I broke through it quickly."

"You stayed inside for a long time, what did you see?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Rensheng slowly realized what was happening.

He was initially blaming himself, wondering if he had become a bad person, which was why he kept having these kinds of dreams.

Now, listening to He Mu's words, what he saw—the wedding ceremony, the red candles, the wedding night, and the other men—

Actually, they are all things that Mu truly thought about in his heart.

What kind of twisted sense of humor is this!

Hearing the voice, he jumped up, looking at He Mu with embarrassment and anger, his tail bristling.

"You actually..."

He Mu sat there, blinking in confusion.

"—Me?!"

Unable to bear the sound any longer, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and pounced on He Mu, biting him hard on the shoulder.

This mountain god... he's a complete scoundrel!

Bite him to death!

But since both of them were spirits, one bit without feeling pain, and the other felt nothing when bitten; it was more like they were flirting.

Although He Mu didn't know why he suddenly got angry, he didn't let Wen Rensheng's proactive embrace go unchallenged. He took the opportunity to ruffle Wen Rensheng's hair, turning it into a frizzy mess.

"Don't be angry, Sheng Sheng," He Mu teased. "I haven't said anything yet. Could it be that your illusions are full of embarrassing things?"

"I hate you, I hate you!" Wen Rensheng released her canine teeth, burying her face in He Mu's shoulder as she sobbed, "I will never forgive you!"

He Mu didn't know exactly what he said wrong that led Wen Rensheng to this conclusion.

But there was no other way; if someone got angry, he had to do everything he could to coax them until they were happy again.

But... why is it that this time they're calling him a scoundrel instead of some heartless liar or something?

He Mu seriously reflected on his behavior.

Since he stopped cultivating the path of ruthlessness, he has never been able to restrain his desire to hear human voices.

Especially during this period, after the joy of reunion, an endless desire swept over him, making him want to kiss and hug anyone he saw or heard.

If the atmosphere were even more romantic, he would let his imagination run wild, wanting to see Wen Rensheng's eyes filled with lust, to hear his breath steaming with moisture, and to see his body covered in a light sweat because of him. He had imagined all sorts of things.

Moreover, I've touched it quite a bit myself, kissing its waist, tail, and even its mouth.

That he's not entirely wrong about being a rogue.

But he is no longer a god. If he were to go against his conscience and pretend to be a virtuous gentleman or a paragon of virtue, he would only end up suffering a terrible fate.

Who would want to? He certainly wouldn't.

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The White Impermanence's palm-leaf fan fluttered for a day and a night, finally reaching the vicinity of the destination year.

He pointed down to several spirits with long rabbit ears and said, "Starting from this spirit, those are the spirits that died in the year of Gui Mao. Many monsters died that year, so you have to look carefully."

Hearing the voices, she looked excitedly at the group of rabbit spirits and subconsciously tugged at He Mu's sleeve: "Brother, I think I saw the clan leader!"

He Mu said, "Wait a minute, I'll go down with you to find him. He can't escape."

The White Impermanence behind him also lowered his palm-leaf fan in response. Hearing the voice, he was single-mindedly focused on seeing the clan leader. Before the fan had even fully landed, he leaped down and began rummaging through the pile of souls to chase after Wenren Jing's figure.

Bai Wuchang stood still, slowly putting away his palm-leaf fan and squinting at the fluffy tail behind Wen Rensheng.

"The Lord of Fate's subordinates..." he pondered, "...would such a monster exist?"

Before he could take a second look, he felt a sharp, murderous gaze sweep over him.

He was startled, only then realizing that Mu Zheng was staring at him in a rather unfriendly manner.

"Is there anything else, Lord Wuchang?"

"Ah, no," Bai Wuchang wiped his sweat and put on a fawning smile, "No."

“That can help you control your eyes,” He Muping said. “If you can’t, then I’ll take care of them for you, okay?”

Bai Wuchang glanced at the two divine weapons behind He Mu and knew he was no match for them. He quickly bowed to He Mu and then dared not look at Wen Rensheng again. He turned around and walked back the way he came.

Seeing that he was honest, the coldness on Mu's face softened a little.

He quickly caught up with Wen Rensheng and patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"So, did you find it?"

A human voice emerged from among the pile of souls, looking somewhat disappointed; it seemed they hadn't found it.

“I misjudged you,” he shrugged. “Too many monsters have died this year, I can’t even tell them apart.”

He Mu stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "Then why don't you call out Wenren Jing's name?"

Hearing the voice, he nodded: "Okay, I'll do it right away—"

"Wenren Jing?" Just then, a voice came from behind, interrupting Wenren Sheng, "Are you calling me?"

"…………"

That sound...

Hearing the voice, he froze, hesitated for a few seconds, and then slowly turned around to look.

Sure enough, not far away stood an old, short spirit, looking at the two of them with a strange gaze.

"You...know me?"

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Author's Note: [shy][shy]