Chapter 42 I was kissed! Help!
Yi Jinxiang closed her fan and finally stood up.
"Hearing your voice, have you understood what I'm saying?"
Hearing the voice, he quietly took a deep breath to barely keep his voice from trembling: "Yes, I understand, Master."
Yi Jinxiang said in a threatening tone, "If you don't listen to me and encounter danger, don't blame me for not warning you."
Hearing voices, she pulled the blanket up to cover half her face and said cautiously, "Thank you, Master. I want to go to sleep now."
Seeing that his pupils were somewhat unfocused and he looked genuinely confused, Yi Jinxiang didn't intend to linger any longer.
She left with the words "Go to sleep," then turned and pushed open the door, leaving the room.
哢哒.
The latches snapped back down.
Hearing the voice, his tense nerves finally snapped.
He threw back the covers, his eyes glistening with tears, and glared angrily at He Mu with red eyes.
"What exactly do you want?!"
He Mu seemed very calm, as if he didn't think he had done anything wrong.
“You’ve been fidgeting a lot, I was afraid you’d give yourself away.” He gently pressed his fingertip against the hollow of Wenren’s lower back and said, “You’re so thin, how can you reach the Golden Core stage so early? Will you be able to lift a sword later?”
Hearing the voice, his muscles and bones began to go numb from being pressed down, and his waist involuntarily arched upwards.
"You, you, you, don't touch me!"
Hearing the voices of others resisting, Mu couldn't help but snort coldly, thinking to himself, "What's wrong with touching the child I raised? Go ahead and touch him."
He then braced himself against the bed, and instead of pulling away with his other hand, he continued to stroke upwards along the waistline of the woman who was listening to the voice.
Hearing the voice, he was almost fainting from his abrupt action. He pressed his hand against He Mu's chest, trying to push him away.
"What are you trying to do? Don't get me wrong, I... I'm not gay! Although I'm a monster, I only like humans, not you!"
"Didn't you ever consider that I might be gay?"
He Mu pressed down slightly with his fingertips, leaving a shallow indentation on Wen Rensheng's skin.
"You suddenly pushed me down into the blankets and pressed me so close to you, it's normal for me to react like this, right?"
"this……"
Hearing the voice, his mind went blank, and he was immediately drawn into it.
"I'm sorry, brother."
He immediately turned his ear away and softly admitted his mistake.
"But I still don't like being touched like this. Please stop, okay..."
Normally, you should let him off the hook after playing around to this extent, but for some reason, Mu just doesn't want to let go today. He wants to see how Henren reacts after being touched.
"How do you know you don't like it?" He Mu narrowed his eyes, looking at Wenren Sheng beneath him. "Has anyone touched you like this before?"
Wenrensheng clutched He Mu's clothes, breathing heavily. The temperature of his palm was so similar to that of the Mountain God that Wenrensheng felt a strong resistance in his heart, but his body had already given in, trembling all over as he was touched.
"Uh..." Wen Rensheng couldn't help but close his eyes, "No, it's just... a dream..."
dream?
Upon hearing this word, Mu's eyes flickered.
What did you dream about?
A voice mumbled a reply: "I dreamt about it, about being treated like that... My body was out of control, I didn't like it..."
"Oh..." He lowered his eyes, his voice low, "A wet dream?"
It was a dream about one's own erotic dream.
He Mu is now very interested in knowing the contents of those dreams.
Hearing people's voices, he was like a small animal forced into a corner, its belly exposed, begging for mercy. He no longer dared to shout and Mu let go of his hand, and could only obediently answer the questions.
"Hmm...it's just a very ordinary dream, the kind you have during your heat cycle. You're a monster too, you must have had dreams like that too, right?"
He Mu did not respond.
I never had a dream like this when I was with Wenrensheng.
But ever since he erased his name from the Heartless Monument, He Mu has often dreamed of hearing human voices.
Sometimes it's a sweet dream, sometimes a nightmare. One second you're enjoying a romantic night under the moon and flowers, and the next you're in white robes, facing life and death. You have all kinds of dreams, and without exception, you can hear human voices in every dream.
Hearing someone's voice but Mu remained silent, he cautiously asked, "...Brother?"
He Mu then came to his senses and his gaze returned to Wenren Sheng in front of him.
His cheeks were flushed, his clothes were slightly disheveled, and his skin was flushed a light pink from nervousness.
"Brother..." Wenren swallowed hard and said, "I really don't like you. I've had someone I liked before. I really don't have any feelings for you..."
He Mu really wanted to tell him that he didn't seem to be indifferent at all.
But he still managed a smile and asked in a relaxed tone, "You really won't consider me?"
Hearing the voice, she nodded obediently: "You're a really nice person, brother, but I really don't want to right now."
He Mu smiled and straightened up, pulling Wen Rensheng off the bed.
"Okay, that's a pity."
Hearing the voice and realizing that he was finally willing to let him go, he breathed a long sigh of relief and smoothed his messy hair.
He Mu sat on the other side of the bed, her eyes crinkling as she watched him comb his hair: "This is the first time I've met someone I feel an instant connection with."
Hearing someone's voice, she let down her hair and glanced at him, her cheeks flushed.
"We've only known each other for a few days, what could you possibly like about me?"
He Mu didn't answer, but just smiled and looked at him.
While gathering her hair, Wenrensheng lectured Hemu: "You are also a demon. You can't be so frivolous when it comes to relationships. You should be a couple for life."
He Mu asked, "Do you only want to be with the person you love?"
Hearing the voice, she nodded: "Although I have let go of him, I will never fall in love with anyone else in the future, so I can be on my own."
But then again, why did I react so strongly when Murong He touched my body a couple of times?
She clearly didn't like him, but her body just couldn't control itself. No matter how much she tried to restrain herself, her body would respond. It was all like her body acting on its natural instincts.
Could it be because her heat cycle is approaching?
Hearing voices counting the days, he thought to himself.
Then you have to be careful. Monsters in heat are the least rational. If they do something that betrays their true nature without realizing it, they will really feel ashamed and angry to death.
He Mu quickly pulled himself out of his emotions. He took the Yin-Yang Token and money notes from the table, borrowed the flame from the ever-burning lamp, and lit them in his hand with a whoosh.
"Time is almost up," he said.
Hearing the voice, he frowned slightly and looked at He Mu with concern.
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
"Don't worry,"
The flickering firelight was reflected in Mu's eyes.
"I will let you see your family."
*
Midnight.
Hearing the voice, she sat on the bed, suppressing her nervousness, and firmly grasped He Mu's hand.
"I am your guide. You must first come to the underworld on your own. I will arrive a little later."
He Mu half-squatted in front of Wen Rensheng and carefully gave him instructions.
"Take the ever-burning lamp with you. Go wherever it points. If you go the wrong way, you'll never be able to come back, understand?"
Hearing the voice, he nodded solemnly and gripped the handle of the lantern tightly.
Where should I look for you?
“Just keep going,” Mu Rou said. “I will find you, don’t worry.”
Hearing this, Wenren was stunned for a moment.
In a daze, he couldn't help but mistake Murong He in front of him for an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.
Although their appearances and voices were different, the warmth of his hand and the tone of his voice were just like those of an old friend.
Could it really be a coincidence?
Was it because of excessive longing, or because of his identity...?
I was only halfway through thinking when I heard voices and suddenly felt drowsy. My body felt lighter and lighter, as if my soul had left my body.
The technique of separating the soul from the body is starting to take effect.
Hearing the voice, he closed his eyes, quickly casting aside the distracting thoughts and concentrating all his attention on a certain spot in his mind.
Slowly, his mind seemed to detach from his body, and his whole being rose into an endless darkness.
...
"New ghosts are troubled and old ghosts are weeping..."
After an unknown amount of time, a faint singing voice seemed to rise, both melodious and plaintive, its gentle melody lingering in my ears.
"ha……"
Hearing a voice, he took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes.
The surrounding scenery has changed.
Hearing the voices, Zhang looked around and found himself in what seemed to be a desolate wilderness, with glowing green eerie lights floating everywhere, and the mournful cries of night owls echoing in his ears.
"Gurgle—"
Hearing voices sent a chill down his spine, and he couldn't help but rub his arms.
His soul weighed less than a single tail feather; his body was terrifyingly light, as if he could float away with a simple jump.
He carried an ever-burning lamp in his hand—the only signpost for now—as he was to follow its direction to find the entrance to the underworld.
The wick passed through the thin paper, turning into a tiny point of light that rose into the air and began to drift forward.
Following the sound of voices, I stepped across the wet ground, my eyes darting around every now and then, always feeling that some vicious dog might suddenly pounce on me.
After walking for an unknown distance, the fog in front of us finally dissipated, and an ancient temple gradually came into view.
Looking up, a mottled plaque hung on the temple, with the three characters "Land God Temple" crookedly carved on it.
In front of the temple is a still, waveless stream, so clear that you can see the pebbles and mud at the bottom.
It's not far; you can cross it in one step.
"He probably wants me to wait here, right?" Wenren muttered to himself. "The ever-burning lamp isn't responding either."
He hesitated for a moment, then walked to the bank, preparing to step across the river.
However, as soon as he lifted his foot, a whirlpool suddenly appeared on the previously still river surface, and the clear water abruptly changed color.
The center of the vortex seemed to have a powerful suction force, drawing in all the pebbles and mud below.
Wen Rensheng's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to retreat, but the river did not let him go. It suddenly stretched out a hand from the water and grabbed Wen Rensheng's ankle.
"Hey!"
Hearing voices, he slipped and only managed to grab the ever-burning lamp before being dragged into the river.
In just a few seconds, the river in front of the temple returned to calm, and the turbulent whirlpool disappeared instantly.
Hearing voices, he was swept to the bottom of the river. He hurriedly covered his mouth and held his breath to avoid drowning.
He had been tossed around several times by this inexplicable current, and his heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys felt like they were being stirred into a mess.
"Hmm..."
He's dying!
He tried to close his eyes tightly and hold his breath with all his might, but the vortex seemed endless and kept tossing him around.
Finally, unable to hold his breath any longer, he choked violently, and his body began to be swept faster and faster by the whirlpool, until he was drowning.
He frantically splashed in the water, trying to grab onto something to survive.
But there was nothing there, nothing to see. The soul was swept to the bottom of the River of Oblivion, somewhere unknown, surrounded only by the ceaseless flow of water.
Oh no! We've only been in the underworld for a short time, and we're already going to drown!
Just as he was in despair, a chest suddenly pressed against his back, and his outstretched wrist was gripped tightly.
Then, hearing a voice, he felt the person forcibly turn his cheek, and soon a touch pressed against his lips.
A warm current of spiritual energy flowed slowly through this touch.
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