The Immortal Wants to Die [BL]
UPDATE TWICE A DAY! --- "From now on, you will not age, nor will you die. From now on, you will witness how people around you die. From now on, you will be the undying Immortal Zhang Hei." --- More than four hundred years ago, Zhang Hei callously swung his sword to separate souls from their bodies, leaving no soul attached to the body in Jiangshi Palace. The massacre triggered severe punishment from the God of Life, and he was cursed to witness the death of the humans around him while he himself would not be able to die. From that day on, Zhang Hei became an immortal who would live forever. Zhang Hei had lived in this world for over four hundred years, and he had witnessed so many deaths over the years. As he continued losing people around him, he felt more and more emptiness in his heart, and he finally begged the God of Life to lift his punishment. He said that he wanted to die, and the God of Life then asked him to meet the God of Death. The God of Death then asked him to find a person. That person was one of the people he killed heartlessly more than four hundred years ago, and after meeting him again, his life started to change. As his life continued to change, Zhang Hei also began to see strange images in his mind that seemed to be part of the past that were erased from his memory by the God of Life, and some unexpected things began to happen in his life. Would the immortal still want to die after he once again reunited with someone from the past? Would he be able to die in the end?
ANOTHER NIGHTMARE
Zhang Hei remembered it when he came to the practice room and found Jun sleeping soundly while hugging the guitar there, but he didn't remember when he fell asleep. However, even though he didn't remember how and when he fell asleep, he was sure that he was sleeping now, and that was why he was in his dreamland.
"I'm in this place again," he muttered to himself as he turned his gaze to observe his surroundings. "I'm sure I'm sleeping next to Jun now, so that's enough proof that Jun did have something to do with what happened in this place more than four hundred years ago, right?"
He was once again in a familiar place. It was the palace where he took so many lives more than four hundred years ago. When he looked down, he saw that his body was covered in the black hanfu that he usually wore when he was still alive in the ancient era. His long black hair was not tied, and part of it covered his back while part of it covered his shoulders.