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[BL] I Became a General in Hell after Dying

[Mature Content - Reincarnation/ Cultivation/ Past Lives] Can death be a new beginning? Xie Bian wakes up in the Underworld being interrogated by King Yanluo, who tells him he has a job for him, and to stop calling him King! He's going to join the mysterious Fan Wujiu in bringing errant souls to the Underworld so that they can follow the cycle of life and death as intended. Something is keeping the souls of the dead in the human realm, and it's Xie Bian's and Fan Wujiu's task to find out what. But there's more than meets the eye to his fellow Underworld General. Fan Wujiu is cold and distant, and keeps Xie Bian at arms length -- almost as if they've met before. And what is going on with the odd book Yanluo gave Xie Bian, who tells the life story of the mysterious Fu Shulin, in his quest to become an extraordinary cultivator despite his humble background? Something tells Xie Bian that these events are all connected, and that somehow he's in the middle of it all. --- Xie Bian: Was I not supposed to forget my past life after dying? I thought everyone had to drink Meng Po's soup! Yanluo: ... Xie Bian: Why does it feel like you hate me even though we just met? Fan Wujiu: .... Xie Bian: Did I insult your mother when I was alive, or something? Fan Wujiu: or something --- sarcastic, spoiled, scheming, mischievous White Impermanence x rebellious, possessive, vengeful seductive Black Impermanence Dual perspective, 1v1, past plays a big part, fantasy, dark, revenge, mythology, smut heavy, angst, humor, action, case-solving, mystery, betrayal, mysterious past, possessive characters, hidden depths.

ThirtyTyrants · LGBT+
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57 Chs

Consequences of your actions

Tao Yuanming's eyes glinted with malice, but then he blinked and the glint was gone, and replaced by the usual haughty superiority. "Go," he told Fu Shulin, nodding towards where the other winning contestants had taken their place.

He placed one hand on Xin Rufei's shoulder and tried to steer him in the direction he wanted, but he wiggled out from under his hold. "Shixiong, I'm not a child," he said, sounding genuinely embarrassed about the attention.

Fu Shulin had yet to see Tao Yuanming show anyone the same level of care he showed Xin Rufei. Perhaps 'care' was the wrong word, there was an undercurrent of possessiveness to the interactions that took out any selflessness out of the gesture. To him, it often felt as if Tao Yuanming was keeping Xin Rufei under close scrutiny, making sure he was never out of his line of sight for long.

He wondered what Xin Rufei made of it; if he even noticed it, or if after so many years he had simply grown accustomed to it.