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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

Serious Accusation

Xie Bian considered Wei Xiangsi's callous words about the servants, and contrasted them with his warm manner with the Blooming Fragrance's attendant; whom he seemed to be on such good terms with, even though she was a maid at a brothel. Several things about the man were starting to fall into place in his mind.

He cared about appearances, but not in the way one would usually expect. He didn't care that people thought he was a rake and a libertine, who wasted his days away in brothels, as long as they thought he was nice. Between his brother and father, he was the nice one. Even the city's most morally upstanding citizens would have to concede that he found no love at home, so maybe he was just looking for it in unlikely places.