Chapter 59 Marrying the Mountain God is So Embarrassing

He Mu collapsed to his knees, his eyes turned gray, and he quickly stopped breathing.

Hearing the voice, his hand trembled almost imperceptibly. He took a deep breath, forced himself to steady himself, and looked up at Si Ming.

"Will this be enough?"

Si Ming covered her mouth, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

She didn't even glance at the dead He Mu, but rushed forward and grabbed Wen Rensheng's shoulder, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Really?" she said. "You're really willing to listen to me?"

Hearing the voice, he frowned slightly and stepped back: "My cultivation level has not yet reached the Mahayana stage, so I cannot ascend immediately. I need to cultivate for a period of time."

Si Ming wore a bright smile: "It's okay, I'll wait for you. Do you know how happy I am to hear someone's voice?"

"For the first time in so long, someone has been willing to take the initiative to pledge allegiance to me. Ah—you are the disciple of the God of Literature, then I have won against the God of Literature once again!"

"I am so moved. I hear a human voice. The person who understands me best in this world is actually a lowly... oh no, you are no longer like those monsters. You are my confidant!"

"…………"

The God of Fate was capricious and unpredictable. Hearing the voice, he stood still, squinting at her as she mischievously muttered to herself like a child, without making a sound.

And above her head, a blue butterfly landed silently.

This is the mark of illusion.

Thanks to this trick, she was able to avoid noticing anything amiss.

Si Ming was excited for a while, but finally calmed down. She straightened her chest and smiled brightly at the sound of people's voices.

"Even if you are a demon, I will treat you well. Hearing human voice, you should cultivate diligently these years. I will come to find you in five years and take you to ascend to immortality, okay?"

Hearing a voice, he gripped the hilt of his sword and said, "There's no need for you to come and take it."

"I'm going to accept it."

Si Ming patted his shoulder and smiled with satisfaction.

"You've killed the humans who infiltrated Cangzhou City, and you're about to become a hero among monsters. Enjoy these five years of pleasure, hero."

Being called a "hero" in this context made Wen Rensheng extremely disgusted.

He immediately pushed Si Ming's hand away and said rudely, "Don't touch me. When are you leaving?"

"ah……"

Si Ming looked around and realized that a lot of monsters had gathered around him.

They were filled with murderous intent, and almost all of them had a fierce look in their eyes. Many of them were so large that they had already transformed into their original forms, standing as tall as two people. They cast a shadow around Si Ming, as if they were about to pounce on him at any moment.

"How did the Night Wanderer manage to break into Cangzhou City?"

"The city lord was injured by this human!"

"Young hero, retreat immediately! Don't fight her!"

Hearing the voices and sensing the danger, he quickly winked at the monsters, signaling them not to act rashly.

Si Ming sighed softly and smiled, "Indeed, we shouldn't have stayed any longer."

She clapped her hands, and two black-robed, masked assassins landed beside her, each holding a paper tube for fireworks.

This is what ignites the gunpowder.

The city of Cangzhou has a large population, and many monsters are unaware of the commotion here. If she really buried so much gunpowder, an explosion at this moment would cause considerable casualties.

Hearing the voice, his expression hardened, and he drew his sword, shouting, "What are you trying to do? I've already killed someone as you told me to!"

Si Mingchong blinked upon hearing the voice and slowly pulled the fuse.

"What are you going to do..."

"Of course, arson."

The two assassins hooked the fuse together.

Hearing the voice, her pupils contracted. As she uttered those two words, the Heavenly Heart in her hand had already caught up with her and was about to cut the fuse.

Bang!

"—Just kidding."

After he said that, a flame shot out of the paper tube and streaked straight into the sky like a white rainbow.

Hearing the voices, I looked up and saw it fly over a hundred feet high, then explode into a ring of fire, which scattered across the entire night.

There was no explosion.

When he looked down again, Si Ming and the two assassins had vanished without a trace, leaving only a few half-burnt paper tubes.

"ha……"

Hearing voices, he gasped for breath, his legs went weak, and he slumped backward.

As soon as his hand touched the ground, he immediately felt a layer of sticky blood. Hearing voices, he turned around and saw He Mu, whom he had just pierced through the heart with his sword, lying behind him.

He quickly got up, straddled He Mu, and leaned down to touch his face.

"Brother," he swallowed hard, his voice hoarse, "wake up!"

He Mu's face was very pale, and blood was gushing from his chest, covering the ground. The heavy smell of blood made Wen Rensheng feel nauseous.

Why isn't he awake yet?

His heart was about to stop beating; the person on the ground, He Mu, was indeed lifeless and had stopped breathing.

But now he should be alive and well, just as he planned, without any injuries or bleeding, and then he should pat Wenrensheng's head and praise him for doing a good job.

Before leaving the Hua Palace, Wen Rensheng told He Mu this.

He knew that Si Ming was a reckless madman, and the only way to protect everyone in Cangzhou was through illusion.

Therefore, Wenrensheng used the magic of the Heavenly Heart to create an illusion that was almost identical to reality.

To convince Si Ming, he deliberately pulled himself and her into the illusion at the same time, so that she could witness him killing He Mu.

He had communicated the plan with He Mu in advance and instructed He Mu to dodge the sword in time outside the illusion.

...But why hasn't the illusion ended after so long, and why haven't I been able to break free?

"Brother," Wen Rensheng said, bending down to hug He Mu, her face pale, "You...you didn't scare me..."

"I'm so scared, please wake up soon."

"Mountain God..."

"He Mu, wake up..."

The more you call out, the more rapid the breathing of the creature that hears your voice becomes, until it completely loses its rhythm.

He knew the illusion was fake, and that the dead He Mu was also fake.

But the feeling of killing is real.

It was so realistic that he couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality when he heard human voices. Every sound of the sword blade piercing his sternum, cutting through his skin, and stabbing into his flesh was amplified a thousand times, so clear that it made his stomach churn and he almost vomited.

At this point, hearing human voices suddenly brought to mind possibilities that he had never dared to think about in detail.

What if... this is really true?

What if his illusion doesn't work at all, and he accidentally kills He Mu?

Wen Rensheng felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He felt as if the blood flowing from He Mu's body had become a cold sea, tightly sealing off his breath without mercy.

He has already lost a loved one; if something like this happened again, he really wouldn't be able to bear it.

Hearing human voices, she sobbed and curled up, her body trembling slightly.

"elder brother……"

I don't want to be separated from my brother.

...

"Didn't they say that taking this butterfly away would make him come to his senses?"

"Are we going to kill this butterfly?"

“No, what if he wakes up and sees the butterfly is dead? He used to love chasing butterflies in Fangze Mountain.”

"You cast an illusion on yourself and then scared yourself to tears. You really are something else, listening to people's voices..."

"Don't talk to him. He's already under a lot of pressure. Aren't you his master anymore? He just risked his life to save you, don't you remember?"

...

The distant sound grew clearer.

As he gradually regained consciousness from hearing voices, a strong heartbeat slowly rose in his arms, vibrating his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly a large, benevolent face appeared before him.

"Oh dear—young hero, you're finally awake!"

Startled by the sound of voices, he instinctively shrank back.

Many people, upon hearing the voices, awoke and hurriedly got up, spreading the news far and wide.

"Young hero, you've awakened!"

"Hey, young hero, you're awake! Everyone, it's alright!"

Hearing the voice, he blinked, not yet realizing what was happening, when he felt a hand cover his head and rub his hair.

"Awake?" It was He Mu's voice. "You suddenly threw yourself into my arms, your body trembling uncontrollably, it really scared me..."

Hearing the voice, she turned her head blankly and realized that she was straddling He Mu's body, and that she had been hanging on him.

He Mu looked perfectly fine, with no open wounds on his chest, and was even smiling at her.

He woke up.

Hearing the voice, the huge weight in his heart suddenly lifted.

He rushed forward and hugged He Mu's neck, asking incredulously, "Is it true?"

He Mu smiled and nodded: "Yes, your method is really brilliant. That Siming just ran away like an idiot, and even left two firecrackers behind before he left. He's really crazy."

After saying that, He Mu rubbed his nose against hers and said, "Sheng Sheng, you are so brave. You did a great job."

Hearing these words, Hearing voices slowly brought him back to consciousness.

His plan succeeded.

He successfully tricked Si Ming into leaving this place using illusion magic!

I'm fine, Mu didn't die, and I wasn't injured...

However, upon hearing this, he felt a sticky sensation on his hands. Looking down, he saw that his hands were covered in blood.

Hearing a voice, his pupils contracted, and he hurriedly looked down, only to find that Mu had a wound on his side that he didn't know he had noticed before.

"What is this?" he asked in a trembling voice. "You said you dodged it, so why is it still..."

He belatedly glanced down, then exclaimed, "Oh, I was afraid she wouldn't smell the blood and would suspect you, so I stabbed myself. But it's alright, my body is fine anyway—"

“You didn’t listen to me,” Wenrensheng said, her eyes red and choked with sobs. “I told you to dodge my sword, and I told you not to get hurt!”

He Mu quickly grabbed his hand and explained, "This isn't an injury, Sheng Sheng. I don't even feel pain. Don't worry, it'll be fine in a bit."

"Isn't bleeding an injury?"

Hearing the voice, she wiped away her tears, pressed hard on He Mu's wound, and poured spiritual energy into him while crying.

"I hate you, I despise you, and I will never speak to you again!"

"..."

He Mu was speechless. He silently watched Wen Rensheng's actions. The child was straddling him, his shoulders trembling slightly, and tears were falling incessantly, as if he had been bullied.

This time, Mu was truly wronged; he never intended to bully Wenrensheng in such a matter.

After a long while, he brushed a strand of Wen Rensheng's hair behind her ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, Sheng Sheng, I was too reckless."

“I have a body that has ascended to heaven. My internal organs are no longer useful. Even if they are all pierced through, I won’t die. I… thought you wouldn’t mind.”

He kept crying even when he heard voices. His legs were so weak from fear that he couldn't stand up. Mu's wound was still bleeding, which made him both anxious and aggrieved.

"Who cares? You don't take care of yourself, why should I take care of you!" someone sobbed. "I'm not sleeping with you anymore. You're sleeping on the floor tonight. I hate you!"

He had already said "I hate you" countless times by now, and Mu was starting to wonder if Wen Rensheng's "I hate you" had some other meaning.

"Okay, then I'll sleep on the floor."

He pinched his dirty cheek, which was covered in grime from hearing people's voices, and said helplessly.

"But if you hate me so much, why are you crying when you see me dead? You should be like that woman, happy and setting off firecrackers, shouldn't you?"

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch,” Wenren said defiantly. “You have to live a good life, suffer for the rest of your life, and stay by my side forever.”

"oh--"

He Mu smiled.

"You mean you want to marry me?"

"How did you interpret that!" Wen Rensheng sobbed, wiping away his tears with the heel of his hand. He said angrily, "And why should I marry you? You're so mean, all you do is bully me..."

—Although she often made him laugh, protected him at all times, and cherished him like a treasure, every kiss was precious and full of love.

What other ways are there to refuse?

I had absolutely no idea, so I could only keep pretending.

He gently grasped Wen Rensheng's wrist, and with his other hand, he lifted Wen Rensheng's chin.

He cried so hard his eyes were filled with tears, which spilled out and soaked his eyelashes. He looked beautiful and pitiful at the same time.

Hearing human voices must have been a greedy little fish in its past life, which is why it has to repay so many tears in this life.

A gentle smile bloomed in He Mu's eyes as he lowered his head and kissed Wen Rensheng's lips, saying, "Being with you is a blessing from heaven, a fortune I could never have asked for in several lifetimes. How could it be a source of suffering?"

"I'm sincere, Sheng Sheng, I really want to marry you, I really want you to marry me."

"…………"

marry……

After repeating the word in his mind, Wen Rensheng took a deep breath, his face suddenly turning as red as a boiled crab, and white smoke billowing from his head.

What nonsense is this bastard spouting?

What marriage, what marrying the mountain god, what marriage... isn't that just...

When I became his bride, wearing a red veil, bowing to his parents and becoming his wife, was it just like my dream?

This is simply—

The next second, upon hearing a voice, her mind went blank, and she collapsed into He Mu's arms like a soft mochi ball, feeling dizzy.

So embarrassing...

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Author's Note: If you offend Wenrensheng, you've offended Mochi—she's purely clingy and harmless.