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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

The light of the Underworld

There was a chance Fan Wujiu would reject him, but they had shared a room more often than not. Even if he wasn't missing it, Xie Bian guessed he was at least used to his presence.

"I remember you insisting that I wasn't any different from Wei Xiangsi," Fan Wujiu said, his tone amused. "How much things change, in such a short time."

"I have no idea what you mean," Xie Bian said, looking out at the sprawling estate.

Fan Wujiu just hummed. "You can do as you want. Maybe in the morning you can tell your suitor I made you."

"I'll tell him you wrestled me into bed like a brute," Xie Bian said, knowing he would never do something like that. "Maybe I'll even cry."

When Fan Wujiu next spoke his voice was much closer to Xie Bian's ear. "No, tell him I made you cry. Tell him that you were only thinking of him as I took you by force."