Chapter 10

Wang Xiao Mie’s diary: What I want is not much. A spicy hotpot will do ~~~

Wang Xiao Mie was not able to see Wen Feng Jin’s twisted and hideous expression when he lowered his head. Scarlet blood veins spread to the dark black pupils which had fully occupied the eye socket.

That old waste of space! He dared to lie to me! Why is Shixiong wary of me? Why why why! The ritual I did was perfect!

That useless old thing must’ve lied! Wen Feng Jin bit his lips, trying to suppress his heavy breathing. If that old geezer had not been dead for a long time now, he would have tortured him to death!

“That… I really didn’t mean anything by that.” Wang Xiao Mie hurriedly put down his food and went over to him. Like flies rubbing their hands, Wang Xiao Mie began to coax: “I really didn’t mean it. You…you’re a big guy why are you such a maiden gong??? Wait a minute! Could it be…. You’re a shou?! No! This is not good! Spring is not possible for two little shous!!

Even though Wen Feng Jin did not know what gong and shou were, he could still guess from context. He looked up and said: “Mian Deng, you’re overthinking…”

That’s good, that’s good. You just scared the hell out of me.

Wang Xiao Mie cleared his throat and said with a little embarrassment: “As I was saying, I might die if I’m apart from the sacred tree, so I can’t leave anyway.”

As he was now the Wang Treeman who ‘with one minute of charging, could operate for two hours’, every time he was away from the tree for too long, he would have to rush back to the tree to replenish his energy.

Now that he could eat hot pot and enjoy good food was thanks to charging under the tree for half a day.

“Well, I don’t have anything or anyone I’m nostalgic about up there. Since you’re sure it’s me, then let’s live together in peace. If I were to recover my memories, then we’ll truly be together. Or if one day you discover that I’m not the one you were searching for, then we’ll break up.”

“How about that?” Wang Xiao Mie asked tentatively.

Wen Feng Jin shook his head: “There will never be such a day. I’ve said before, I’m certain it’s you.”

Wang Xiao Mie was puzzled and asked: “How can you be so sure?”

He kept quiet and stared silently at the bright red hotpot, apparently not wanting to say why.

Wang Xiao Mie grew up with his grandmother. His parents did not care about him ever since he was a child. His relatives kept telling his grandmother that he was a burden. Whenever he made a mistake, his teacher would always say: “Oh, it’s that child again.”

Perhaps it was this upbringing that from childhood, he could always see things clearly. He had nothing and hence, was not afraid to lose anything, at the same time, he was also quick to accept anything strange.

There were times when his grandmother would ask him some questions during their heart-to-heart talks and he would get tongue-tied, just like Wen Feng Jin at this moment. What did grandma do at that time?

“Let’s just eat…this matter, as long as you know what you’re doing, it’s good enough.” Wang Xiao Mie used his chopsticks to knock on the can and smiled helplessly.

He heaved a sigh: “Don’t worry about this! Us men will be codependent on each other in the future. And hey, I’ve never been with anyone else before!”

His grandmother was only with him for two years before she was not around anymore. Wang Xiao Mie actually felt quite blissful that in this life, he was able to find a person, no, it’s actually a dumpling, that would accompany him through life.

Rather than having a lonely life followed by a lonesome death, spending his days stuck underground with a companion was much sweeter.

The creepy ‘daily lives of two dumplings eating hotpot’ was not something that he would even dream of.

Therefore even if this was just some fantasy he was having on his deathbed, or that he was only borrowing the body of another, Wang Xiao Mie would still cling on to this opportunity despicably until the day he had to let go…

Damn! Why am I getting sentimental?!

Wang Xiao Mie berated himself mentally. He then continued to eat the tendons and also picked some for Wen Feng Jin.

“Let’s hurry! My taste buds are starting to get numb! This must be because I’ve left the sacred tree for too long.”

Wen Feng Jin looked at the meat in his bowl and then at a Mian Deng that was different from his previous life. As if he was in a trance, he let the hot and pungent steam hit his face. He thought: how long had it been since Mian Deng was willing to warm up to him, get close to him, and how long will these precious days last?

At this time, he was willing to be by his side and treat him with care in a different yet familiar look.

Wen Feng Jin put the piece of meat in his mouth and felt the heat on his tongue for a long time. A serene smile slowly spread across his face. This smile was different from the ones he usually put up to hide his true feelings.

It was the kind that one would inadvertently show when they felt a warmth in their heart.

“Mian Deng, in this life, as long as you don’t do me wrong, I definitely will live to be worthy of you.” Wen Feng Jin suddenly put down his chopsticks and said.

Wang Xiao Mie smiled and blinked twice: “Do you know that you have a habit? When you’re happy, you would call me Mian Deng. When you’re unhappy, then it’s Shixiong. That’s why I deduced that our relationship from last life wasn’t as perfect as you claimed. But it’s alright, you could wait for me for so long, even if I recover my memories, I think I’ll still be able to once again get to know and accept you.”

Wen Feng Jin looked at Wang Xiao Mie’s smiling face, he was surprised and dazed. Then his smile widened and he agreed softly: “Alright.” 

One big dumpling and one undead fake dumpling gathered around the steaming hotpot, trying their best to experience the love that they missed from one another, and at the same time, couldn’t help being addicted to this feeling.

This experience unintentionally had brought the two little pitiful souls closer.

In this regard, Wang Xiao Mie later gratefully thanked the grave robber who had brought them the homemade hotpot seasoning!

Sichuan hot pot rocks!

Homemade hotpot seasoning rocks!

Wang Xiao Mie: I, as the co-owner of this tomb, welcome all grave robbers to come and play. Remember to bring food. You’ll be given a free gold piece for a fresh donkey’s hoof! Feng Jin, say something!

Wen Feng Jin: Welcome welcome. We have a lot of gold to give away. (heh~ you can’t get out once you enter anyway.)

Graverobbers: “……” as if we’ll believe the words of two big dumplings!

After they finished their meal and Wen Feng Jin was done with his laundry, they went back to the sacred tree.

The veins had begun to show on Wang Xiao Mie’s arms and his skin had also turned bluish pale. He clicked his tongue and complained: Stingy tree, can’t even give me a second more.

Wang Xiao Mie rolled up his sleeves and hugged the eternally blooming tree and began his daily tree-bonding routine.

This tree was amazing. Just by staying close to it, he could sense the energy beginning to gather. Where his skin touched the bark, there was a vivid sensation of energy rushing into his rotting body and revitalizing it.

After staying for five minutes, the fully charged Wang Xiao Mie climbed into the coffin. That’s odd. Whenever he entered the coffin to lay down, the big guy next to him would carry a big smile on his face and lunged over to cuddle. And now, after they had their heartfelt talk, the big guy had turned bashful?!

His body laid straight as a piece of wood. Even his hands were behaving and placed on his abdomen. 

Looks like there’s no taking advantage of him today. Wang Xiao Mie felt a little pity as he laid in down and smacked his lips.

That’s right! Every time Wen Feng Jin came over to cuddle, Wang Xiao Mie would put up an expressionless face but inside, he was actually smiling all the way. He even pretended to put his hand out to resist but that was only a ruse he used to get a feel of Wen Feng Jin with his paws. By now, he was already aware of how many abdominal muscles Wen Feng Jin has! 

Wang Xiao Mie: That’s right! I am this type of animal! So what?!

The Wang Xiao Mie who righteously claimed his shamelessness laid on his jade pillow and dozed off.

Chapter 9

Wang Xiao Mie’s diary: Today, I’m having a hotpot in my own grave.

A misty river flowed along the artificially excavated river channels and rockeries. A rocky cliff beside a stone bank with a red-tiled pavilion, exactly alike those at scenic spots.

On top of the stone walls were inlaid with luminous pearls and mermaid lamps that shone across the whole landscape, making the place bright as day.

Wang Xiao Mie pulled up the hem of his cumbersome ancient wedding wear and tucked it into his waistband. He rolled the long sleeves all the way up to his shoulders. Like an aristocrat eating a popsicle, he squatted by the river and began making his hotpot. He placed the seasonings and donkey’s hooves found from the graverobbers’ backpack into the pot.

The lava-like stew was bubbling. Wang Xiao Mie stared at it greedily as he swallowed his saliva. He partly felt the pain for his chrysanthemum, partly couldn’t wait to dig in.

“Feng Jin, don’t wash anymore. Come here. Have some hotpot.” Wang Xiao Mie shouted.

Wen Feng Jin had his hair tied up and his clothes rolled up, just like Wang Xiao Mie’s. One look at the messy handiwork and it was obvious whose it was. The devil that at one point could strike fear into the hearts of people with just his name, was now squatting by the riverbank and doing laundry with a gloomy face.

A long time ago, he trusted the words of his wood-brained subordinates and chose the most flamboyant wedding clothes and had several sets of spares made. As it turned out, after Wang Xiao Mie knew that he could get a change of clothes, refused to put on the old one again unless it’s been washed.

“These were worn for over a thousand years and never washed?!” Wang Xiao Mie’s disgust was too obvious. Wen Feng Jin could only swallow back the words on the tip of his tongue: the clothes are all dust-proof.

But in order to see Wang Xiao Mie change, he still gladly brought over the new garment.

What happened after only proved that there is no good ending for a hooligan.

When Wang Xiao Mie finished changing, he handed the dirty laundry to him with one hand pinching his nose: “boss, do you know how to wash clothes?”

Wen Feng Jin: “…”

As the mighty historical figure who could summon the wind and call forth the storm, how could he possibly…. not know how to do this!

Once upon a time, the initially poor little Wen Feng Jin, from a very young age, already knew how to wash his own clothes. Although it was a very long time ago, he could still remember.

Looking at the pitiful expression Wang Xiao Mie was making, Wen Feng Jin nodded with a stiff face.

In conclusion, he was urged by the cheering Wang Xiao Mie to find a wooden basin from the side hall, squatted down, and began doing the laundry by the river.

The invincible demon lord listened to Wang Xiao Mie’s chatter as he rubbed the clothes: let’s bring the rack for the decorations into the side hall where we’ll use as the laundry room. The rack is good for drying clothes.

Wen Feng Jin: ….. That’s not a clothes hanger, it’s a weapon display.

Hearing Wang Xiao Mie calling him, Wen Feng Jin glanced at the mahogany basin and stood up quickly. He tidied up his clothes and went over to him.

“Don’t pull down your sleeves yet! You’re not done washing!” Wang Xiao Mie hurriedly stopped him.

“…..” Wen Feng Jin looked at his shriveled sleeves and submissively rolled them back up.

Two people who were full of historical elements squatted in front of a hotpot. It was a comical scene full of discrepancies, as if Tan Seng and his three disciples (TN: the main characters from Journey to the West) squatting on the roadside and smoking cigarettes.

Wang Xiao Mie breathed in the scent from the hotpot and thought: what would a graverobber think when he sees two big dumplings eating donkey’s hooves in the tomb? 

Good tomb robbers, please bring more donkey hooves the next time you come!

A few days ago, he never would have thought that he could eat hotpot in this underground palace.

Wen Feng Jin watched the steaming pungent cuisine that was the bubbling red liquid and felt uneasy: “This thing is like the vermillion concoction of those Taoist priests, is it really edible?”

Wang Xiao Mie took out two washed cans and spoke as he added food for him: “Don’t worry, these are delicious. Nowadays, people can’t live without spicy food! Here you go, have a try!” Wang Xiao Mie shoved the chopsticks and food to him. He then eagerly stuffed the scorching hot food into his mouth.

Wang Xiao Mie’s mouth was numbed and his eyes turned moist from the savory stock and the spiciness that rushed to the skull, this long lost taste made him feel alive again.

“Gosh, was this tomb robber from Sichuan!? Too spicy!”

Seeing Wang Xiao Mie who was in tears but did not stop eating, Wen Feng Jin eyed at the can in his hand and stared at the poignant piece of meat. In the end, he still pincered a piece with his chopstick and placed it in his mouth.

Wang Xiao Mie at this point began to observe Wen Feng Jin, from the point when he started chewing slowly to his face turning slightly red, then his nose started twitching due to the spiciness. Finally, he disregarded the etiquette and swallowed it quickly. The beautiful and elegant face showed a distorted expression.

Wang Xiao Mie held his can and LOLed: “So you’re not good with spicy food.”

Wen Feng Jin suppressed the spiciness with some difficulty. He frowned and said: “I’ve always preferred sour food.”

“I dread sour food.” He was fine with soy sauce and vinegar, but not with fruits, it would cause his teeth to fall. 

The two of them blew the steam and slowly ate the tendons of the donkey’s hooves.

At some point, Wang Xiao Mie said: “I’ve turned into this living corpse, I don’t intend to leave anymore. I’ll stay and accompany you. After all, my relatives don’t like me. And my parents would probably just pay someone to deal with my body after they realized I was dead.”

“Although I still don’t fully believe everything you said before, seeing how you’re alone, and I’m also alone. I won’t hide this from you but I’m gay, that’s ‘broken sleeve’ in your language. If you can be honest and upfront with me, then we can start as friends and live together in this underground palace. Therefore, you don’t have to deceive me…”

“Lately, I realized that I’m getting more and more unusual. Does this have something to do with you?” Wang Xiao Mie voiced his thought in one breath but his chopsticks did not stop moving.

It was nerve-wracking for him but he wanted to create a casual atmosphere so he could easily test Wen Feng Jin.

After all, the other is a thousand-years dumpling, one wrong move and he could gnaw me to death!

What past and present reincarnation, to him who only had his twenty-something years of memories, was not very convincing.

Unless he could one day recover his memories as Mian Deng, otherwise, it was extremely hard for him to become someone else.

Wen Feng Jin’s hand that was holding the chopsticks froze for a second. He looked up at Wang Xiao Mie.

Wang Xiao Mie swallowed his saliva in jitters.

After a moment of silence, Wen Feng Jin’s face turned gloomy. He bit the side of his lips, drooped his brows and eyes, then said: “I’m happy you’re willing to stay and accompany me. Don’t worry, I will not hurt you. I also did not do anything to you.” 

Wang Xiao Mie frowned suspiciously: “You really didn’t do anything?”

Wen Feng Jin’s hands clenched. He lowered his head and a tuft of hair fell over his cheek.

“I’m not mistaken. Mian Deng, you are who you are. I am certain you are the one I’ve been waiting for.” Then he said with a self-mocking smile: “and you, even in your previous life, you still doubted me like everyone else because of my peculiar pupils. Why is it that even till now… I still cannot have your total trust?”

“I’ve waited for you for so many years! How could I bear to hurt you?!” His voice was trembling and hoarse like he was crying.

Wang Xiao Mie: “….” At this very moment, I feel that I’m such a scum.

Chapter 8

Wang Xiao Mie diary: today I’m underground picking up garbage, huuuu….

I seem to have forgotten a lot of things. Like a piece of white cloth was placed over my father, mother, and my former life. Yet even when I’m clearly in the dark, there was a satisfaction of being ignorant.

Wang Xiao Mie looked indifferently at his strange self in the huge bronze mirror. A good-looking face with a pair of gentle eyes, even when showing no emotion, the appearance was still easy on the eyes.

Wang Xiao Mie frowned. He died, became a zombie, had a thousand years old lover, and was now living in an underground palace. He just felt that he had accepted all these too quickly.

Even when he saw something out of this world, he was no longer scared or suspicious, as if he had lost this emotion…

 But this is too just unscientific!

“Am I under a spell?” Wang Xiao Mie stood in the vast open hall, looking at the mirror and laughing to himself. The surrounding candles flickered and the atmosphere gave off a sense of terror. In the past, he would’ve peed but now, he only felt a familiarity as if he had lived here for hundreds of years.

Wang Xiao Mie muttered to himself: “This isn’t right…” what’s wrong with me?

“Shixiong, what are you doing?” a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders as a gentle smiling face came close to his ears. The image reflected from the yellow mirror sets off a chill.

Wang Xiao Mie could feel that the claws on him had exerted a lot of force. The slender fingers were like hooks clinging onto him. If he wasn’t a corpse right now, he would have screamed in pain.

Were it someone else in this situation, being grabbed forcefully all a sudden like this, they would have slapped the hand away and some might even react with “what the f*ck? Are you sick?”

But Wang Xiao Mie just could not get angry with the face in the mirror, not even a tiny bit annoyed. He obediently let the person behind embrace him.

“Shixiong, be a good boy. When I wake up and don’t see you, I’ll get worried. In the future, you cannot be too far from me, got it?” Wen Feng Jin’s tone was overly indulgent as he helplessly heaved a sigh. His cold palm combed through Wang Xiao Mie’s hair. 

He looked just like a perfect lover.

Wang Xiao Mie’s fingers twitched. Seeing Wen Feng Jin looking at him in such a way, he was a little agitated. In his head, he thought: What’s it to you? These few days I’ve been stuck to you almost like a belt!

But his mouth sweetly said: “Ok, there won’t be a next time.”

Wang Xiao Mie: “…”

When did I become such a hypocrite?!

“Why did you come here today?”

“No reason. Just walking around.”

At first when he saw the mountains of gold bars and pearls in one of the side halls, he could still jump up and rejoice, thinking he was finally a wealthy man. But now he only played with them with a dead expression.

This underground tomb was too dormant and quiet like it would swallow away any sound.

It’s depressing to death.

“If only there’s internet and a smartphone that I can play games with… I haven’t played for so long.” Wang Xiao Mie let a long wolf howl that echoed along the halls.

Wen Feng Jin said: “Are you referring to the props that the humans of today use? If it’s those little things, there are plenty in another side hall. They were left by some grave robbers who died in the traps of the tomb. The little ones that I raised here carried them to the side hall.”

“Come, I’ll take you there.”

Wang Xiao Mie followed Wen Feng Jin past several towers and stone passageways where he would sometimes open with a hidden switch.

Perhaps feeling that it was too quiet, Wang Xiao Mie asked softly: “What about the bodies?” 

Wen Feng Jin glanced back and winked. He then smiled and said: “I ate them.”

Wang Xiao Mie: “…d…does it taste good?”

Wen Feng Jin: “Heh, that was a lie.”

“…” why do I feel like it’s true.

When they reached one of the outer halls, Wang Xiao Mie’s mouth was agape. He was shocked speechless looking at the equipment bags waiting to be looted on the ground. There were modern-looking ones, old and even antique ones.

Some might be from the nineties while the older ones were in tatters and seemed like they would turn into ash with a touch.

Wang Xiao Mie also found many ancient weapons such as a katana. He wondered if these were used by the modern graverobbers to cut dumplings or they were the weapon of choice for the ancient graverobbers.

Wang Xiao Mie picked one up and wiped the dust off. He unsheathed it and his eyes sparkled. After so many years, the blade was still shining like snow!

Other than this, he quickly shifted his interest to the newest looking backpacks. Like a hamster after stealing food, he screamed with excitement as he laid out the items on the ground.

“Wow! Flare sticks, flashlights, lighters, diaries! And there are even canned foods and biscuits! And they are still edible! Yay!” Wang Xiao Mie also found several smartphones that were off. He eagerly turned them on only to find out that they were password protected. 

There was one that he could use but after fumbling with it for a while, the battery died…

Wang Xiao Mie looked at the sacrificial phone and shed tears of grief.

That said, digging and looting for treasures was quite addictive. He finally understood why so many gamers would risk so much just to loot items.

He opened one bag after another and gathered the food that was still edible, especially biscuits and jerky were all the more tantalizing. The other personal items such as watches, photos, and so on, he placed them back neatly in the bag.

As he was doing this, he mumbled to himself: “Why does the owner of this bag carry so many beef jerky. Isn’t it heavy? This one is almost expired! Have to eat soon! Oh, I should get more pens and notebooks. I’m going to write about my experience and post it online. Hehehe I might become the next Robinson Crusoe!”

The next item that Wang Xiao Mie touched was a soft and red item. He pulled it out and blushed instantly.

“What the hell is a grave robber doing with a lady’s bra?! Were you trying to ward off evil spirits with this?!”

He quickly put back the undergarment. In the next bag, he found several donkey’s hooves, alcohol blocks, and an alcohol pot. 

“Not bad, not bad at all. I can stew the donkey’s hooves! Ah! Wait! I’m a zombie now! Is it safe to eat these?” Wang Xiao Mie looked up at Wen Feng Jin, waving the donkey hoof, he asked: “Feng Jin, can I eat this?” (TN: according to superstitions, a donkey’s hoof is effective against zombies)

Wen Feng Jin had been squatting in front of him all this time, happily gazing at him looting things. He touched his chin and said: “Those graverobbers always carry those. It’s actually useless, you can eat it.”

“Great! I’ll stew them today!”

“Oh? This guy even brought some hotpot seasonings. And it’s even homemade… but I don’t see any meat or seafood, were they planning to only drink the broth?” Wang Xiao Mie felt a pain in the chrysanthemum. Someone who dared to drink the hotpot stew directly, how tough is their chrysanthemum! (TN: the assumption here is that hotpot stew tend to have a lot of spices and most likely will induce a laxative-like effect)

Wang Xiao Mie, the garbage collector, was happily collecting ‘junk’, acting like a good Samaritan, even though he was looting for his own benefits. He then shed tears of pity for himself: “To think that a foodie like me who is a VIP on Meituan (TN: food delivery service) would be reduced to picking up food from the trash. Hu Huu…”

“Wow! Someone even brought a self heating hotpot! It smells great!”

Wen Feng Jin looked at the mouse storing rice on the ground and showed a faint smile.

He’s so cute

Bracket: I kind of want to mate.

Chapter 7: Wen Feng Jin

Since after Shi Xiong died, I’ve killed all the people involved, and tortured our enemies to death at the front gate of the tomb. As a reward, I let my abled subordinates use the failed elixirs made by the taoists priests to become powerful guardians for the entire tomb palace.

In order for the sacred tree to summon Shixiong, the main tomb had to be located at the very core of the palace. The four corners surrounding the main tomb were divided into countless stories of tall vaults, tombs and monuments, creating a labyrinth of catacombs that even I have not visited.

There are built in traps, mechanisms, underground gardens, towers and side palaces, underground rivers, streams and fountains, mountains of treasures and gold and silver…

…as if the whole royal palace was brought underground.

It is this level of grandeur that is worthy of being our wedding room. Uhm, that’s right, I am going to dress Mian Deng in wedding clothes in this underground palace. Even if death has taken him away, he will still sleep in my arms, become my bride, and sleep with me in the same coffin.

The black gold-gilded shoes slowly walked past the bloodied passage of the tomb, under the gaze of the monstrous tomb keepers who were once humans. He carried the sleeping person and walked across the suspended metal chain as if walking on solid ground, and towards the giant blooming acacia tree…

…where they were finally buried together.

In the dark coffin, I gazed at the sleeping Mian Deng and felt a small sense of bliss. Only in death would he be willing to be with me. He won’t reject my touch, he won’t talk to me with those cold eyes, he won’t call me a demon, he won’t choose to go from place to place to avoid me….

“Shi Xiong, I really like you. From the time you replaced shi fu in teaching me….I’ve always been the most special in your eyes, isn’t it? So what if I killed shi fu and those so-called clansmen? They refused to let us be together, how can I not retaliate?”

“They all looked down on me and hated my origin. Although Shifu took me in, he had never seriously considered me as his apprentice! And those fellow students? Oh they all deserve to die! All of them!”

“Only you, shixiong, only you. You’ve never isolated me, never looked at me with any disgust. You selflessly impart everything you’ve learned to me. When I was young, you even coaxed the timid and shivering me to sleep.”

“Why did this all change….you clearly said that you will stay with me forever, why did it change?!”

There was a sound of twisted laughter and someone questioning in a restrained voice.

But all that doesn’t matter now. Shixiong must have been wrong, he must’ve misunderstood me. He was just mistaken. He actually loves me. Look how happy he is lying next to me.

Wen Feng Jin raised himself with a smile and started pulling at Mian Deng’s wedding clothes.

“All that doesn’t matter now. We’re getting married. I’ve always been dreaming about this day, you also feel the same right? I’m really happy.”

With countless miracle herbs and treasures, the body was preserved so perfectly that it looked alive, seemingly able to open its eyes any minute soon.

The braided waist rope and pearl necklace were removed and set aside by thin and long fingers. The girdle at the waist and jade beads were scattered all over. 

The red large wedding dress was like an exquisite sweet wrapper and peeling it off will reveal the soft and sweet delicacy inside.

The cold and rigid, yet smooth and slender body was lightly covered by another slightly fresher one.

“Shixiong, you’re really beautiful. The most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I’m so happy …you finally belong to me. Shixiong…”

[lights out and harmonious music] 

Chapter 6

Wang Xiao Mie’s diary: Today is my second day of being a newly wedded wife in an underground palace…..

…..I’m hungry.

Standing under the big tree, watching the falling petals, Wang Xiao Mie’s eyes glowed green with hunger.

He swallowed his saliva, “Can this thing be eaten?”

“For the time being, this ancient tree is interrelated to your body. If the tree is damaged…” Wen Feng Jin asked with some confusion: “Shixiong, why do you ask?”

“Because I’m hungry!” Wang Xiao Mie looked at the only possibly edible thing and shed tears of grief.

This was already the second day he had been here. Why was he feeling hungry even when he was already dead? And the hunger felt worse than when he was alive. The sense of lacking and needing to eat was driving him mad!

However, within this proximity in this underground palace, the only solution was to gnaw on the tree bark. And because he had entered the ‘family tree’ and became ‘Wang Tree Man’, leaving the tree for too long will cause his skin to turn greyish-green, a very frightening sight.

He felt that he should solve his hunger asap as his instinct told him that something bad will happen if he didn’t.

Wang Xiao Mie swallowed his saliva wildly and squatted on the grounds, biting his nails. He was unaware that his eyes were gradually covered with a layer of ferocious scarlet glow.

I’m hungry…..I’m very hungry…..I want to eat…..

Seeing this scene, Wen Feng Jin slowly hooked the corner of his mouth.

He changed to a gentle expression and embraced the man squatting on the ground. He said softly: “This underground palace was originally a tomb, there is nothing to eat here. In the ancient books, there was no record that the resurrected will feel hunger. This is all my fault. I’ve let you suffer…”

Wang Xiao Mie’s head was foggy but he was still partially sane, he waved his hand and thought: He’s not to blame. I also did not think that zombies can get hungry.

“It’s not your fault…”

Covering his stomach, Wang Xiao Mie’s mouth kept salivating.

“Mian Deng….you’re still as considerate as ever.” Wen Feng Jin said: “But your symptom is strange, I don’t think it’s good to let this go on…. There is one more thing you can have in this underground palace.”

There’s food?!

“What is it?!” Wang Xiao Mie widened his eyes.

The narrow eyes with those large black pupils bent. Wen Feng Jin pulled aside the cumbersome collar to reveal his ivory white neck, then his nail extended and cut deep into the skin like a knife.

The gushing of blood one would have imagined did not happen. Such a deep wound but only a little blood was oozing out.

“If you don’t mind, please go ahead.”

The hell! Drink…blood?!

“I’m not drinking it!”

How can humans drink human blood? He’s not a man eating monster! The logic in his head denounced the idea but the famished stomach burned with anxiety.

Wang Xiao Mie did not know that the crimson glow in his eyes intensified as he was staring at Wen Feng Jin’s blood. The smell alone was enough to make his palms tremble. The originally beautiful face was now ferocious and monstrous with greyish pale skin and scarlet red eyes, with blue veins and blood vessels spreading across the translucent skin. Especially in his red wedding clothes, this appearance was all the more fearsome.

Is this still a human? It’s clearly a heart-attack-inducing monster!

But even to such a Wang Xiao Mie, Wen Feng Jin was still indulgent and gentle. His palm went through Wang Xiao Mie’s long hair and with a slight force, pressed his head towards the wound on his neck. 

“We are husband and wife, making sure you’re full is my duty as a husband.”

The rasp voice and slight chuckles carried an unspeakable bliss. As for Wang Xiao Mie, his consciousness blacked out the moment his lips touched the blood. All he knew now was to satiate the painful hunger that was torturing him!

Wang Xiao Mie, who had never even killed a chicken and would even tremble when watching a horror movie, was now biting firmly into fwj’s neck, trying to suck out large gulps of blood. Like a crazed animal, he even stuck out his tongue deep into the wound to lick it!

Wen Feng Jin narrowed his eyes as he embraced the demon in his arms that only knew to suck his blood. His back against the full bloomed peach blossom tree, he closed his eyes and hummed a tune in happiness, as if enjoying this very act. When the tongue touched his neck, a red hue appeared on his face, making him place his hand gently on the back of Wang Xiao Mie’s head.

He pressed down a little harder…

“Oh Shixiong ~, oh Mian Deng, look at you. You used to hate me touching you before, and now? You even voluntarily came to me. I’m so happy, Shixiong….”

“Go ahead and drink…is it good? Be addicted to my blood and never leave me….it’s me who brought you back….”

The scarlet pattern in between his brows gleamed brighter and the frightening black pupils were glowing with excitement.

…

“How did I fall asleep?”

Wang Xiao Mie scratched his head and looked straight at the blooming tree above. He reached out his hand and sat up from the coffin. The last thing he remembered was him biting his nails in hunger under the tree, how did he end up waking up in the coffin?

Damn! Did I faint from hunger?!

Wang Xiao Mie knew that sometimes he would get low blood sugar but now that he’s a dumpling, can one still get that? Wang Xiao Mie unconsciously sipped his lips and suddenly felt odd.

Hm? There’s a strange flavour in his mouth. A little bitterness with the fragrance of medicine, and also a slight trace of sweetness.

He covered his stomach and kneaded, realizing that he was no longer hungry, Wang Xiao Mie was a little flustered.

“You’re awake?” A familiar male voice came from beside him. Wang Xiao Mie turned his head and found Wen Feng Jin lying in the coffin. His clothes were in disarray and his face was pale but the smile on his lips remained as gentle.

Since the first time they met, Wang Xiao Mie did not happen to see many other expressions from him.

And now whenever Wang Xiao Mie saw him, he always felt a particular sense of intimacy and warmth, like a beauty filter was added.

“What’s wrong with you?” Seeing how Wen Feng Jin looked as though he was sucked dry, Wang Xiao Mie asked him curiously.

“Call me Feng Jin. Just now when Shi Xiong was asleep, you kept putting your hand into my clothes, no matter how I pulled, it won’t come off.” Wen Feng Jin had a teasing expression on his beautiful face as he gave Wang Xiao Mie a profound look.

Wang Xiao Mie: “…”

Zombies don’t blush, otherwise, his face would have long been red as a monkey’s butt!

Pick up your integrity, it’d fallen all over the floor! Wang Xiao Mie spat on himself in his heart. Doesn’t matter if you’re a face fanatic or never had a boyfriend for over twenty years, control yourself!

“Feng Jin, about that, I’m sorry. Ha ha. I tend to move about when I’m asleep.” Wang Xiao Mie explained awkwardly.

“It’s fine. It’s very comfortable when you touch me.”

“…”

You’re behaving like a ruffian, aren’t you, aren’t you?

Interrupted by this, Wang Xiao Mie, who had initially wanted to ask Wen Feng Jin why his hunger was cured, just attributed it to the fact that he was a zombie now and sleeping can eliminate his hunger.

But this is strange. Why is there such a taste in my mouth?

Wang Xiao Mie asked himself in confusion.

Could it be…..because I didn’t brush my teeth???

TN: Chapter seven is available. It’s a short side piece retelling FWJ’s point of view when he brought Mian Deng to the tomb palace. It involves a little necrophilia but nothing graphic. If you’re not comfortable with it, it’s absolutely fine even if you skip the chapter altogether. It won’t affect your understanding of the main story. But if you’re feeling adventurous, here’s the link

Chapter 5

“According to the inscription, this magnificent mausoleum entombed two bodies. One dead…one alive!”

“Ha? Haha, Uncle, is that a joke? A living person buried in the soil will still be a dead one.”

Several others laughed as well.

The middle-aged man shook his head, “No, the inscription stated that it’s truly a live person. It is recorded that the tomb master and his fiancee once received an immortality elixir which was also the reason they were chased by countless forces. The tomb master and his fiancee were driven to the edge. Many wanted them dead so they could get their hands on the elixir. After his fiancee was killed, the tomb master drank the elixir and became an invincible monster.”

Speaking to this point, he lowered his voice, giving off a suspenseful vibe: “But, on the other side of the inscription, it revealed that the person was not his fiancee. The tomb owner had an unrequited love towards the person and in a dispute, killed his love by mistake during a struggle for the elixir… only after his love’s death did he regret it.”

“Many years later, after the tomb master had his revenge, he summoned all those with talents to search the earth for treasures and magic that could revive the dead, at the same time, amassing mountains of gold and silver. But in the end, he went mad when he failed to revive his love. He began a killing spree, leaving a river of blood in his track. His enemies and those related, young or old, were caught and hanged in this very tomb.”

“Then those mummified corpses at the door….”

“It should be those mentioned in the inscription…”

“This.. “ one of the graverobbers swallowed his saliva. Remembering the densely packed mountain of bones he saw at the gate as he suddenly felt the chilling air rise from the depths of the tomb.

In their line of work, a few skeletons were not enough to scare them. However, the same can’t be said with the heaps of bones on the ground and the hanging corpses that filled the ceiling, swaying like wind chimes, making clanking sounds as the wind passed through them.

There was obviously an evil presence around and several of their brothers even died here.

“And it was said that he used some sort of concoction to turn many of his subordinates into monsters, guarding the palace tomb for him while he and his love slumber under the sacred tree. The inscription stated that the tomb master’s gold and silver can even form a mountain; there are even legendary artifacts that can whip up a storm in the outside world!”

When it comes to treasures, everyone’s faces lit up brightly. The middle-aged man saw that the atmosphere was right and said: “This time our sponsor wanted something called ‘fish pearl’ in this tomb. As long as we can get it…”

His eyes sparkled and a broad grin spread across face as he thought of the amount the other party had promised him. .

“But the girl who the tomb master took a fancy to sure was unlucky. That guy did not seem like he was easy to deal with.” The guy from before came over and murmured. He then kicked his partner on the ground, “Wei! Wake up! Damn it! Do you think we’re here on vacation?”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and stood up: “Who said it was a girl? According to the inscription, it stated very clearly that the tomb master was in love with the shixiong (elder martial brother) from his own sect!” 

“Ha?!” There were a few with a disgusted look on their faces. They spit and said: “so it was just a couple of fags. This tomb master sure is a pervert.”

“Two men, how can there be any fun?”

“Hey hey, you’re just too ignorant. There are many ways to enjoy.”

“Tsk! Get lost!”

The group of men with equipment on their backs joked and laughed. Under the watchful eyes of the middle-aged man, they calmed down and continued the exploration.

Wen Feng Jin was standing close by. Next to him, a muffled breathing could be heard echoing from an eerie pitch dark passageway of the tomb. The sound came from a man lying on the ground by his feet like a lizard, but if only that could still be called a ‘man’….

Because the ‘man’ had no skin or hair, what could be seen were similar to that of muscles and tendons. But on a closer look, the layer of muscles was his skin, with red blood running through and a layer of mucus covering his whole body…

The lizard-like creature emitted clicking sounds from his throat which Wen Feng Jin seemed to understand as he gave a cold smile.

“You’ve done well. Guide them to the tomb’s passage. Other than the middle-aged man, leave no one behind…”

“Click click click…”

The red lizard-like creature had incredible speed. In a flash, it had left to execute Wen Feng Jin’s order.

Half an incense stick later (TN:15mins), heavy staggering footsteps were heard coming along the tomb’s passageway.

The middle-aged man had long lost his composure and complacency. His right hand was almost ripped off by something and he was holding the terrifying wound with his left hand. His whole face and body were covered with blood.

“Damn it! Damn it!” the middle-aged man endured the excruciating pain but in the end, he fell on the ground as the blood loss and panic took over.

The impact from the fall tore off his heavily wounded hand. 

“My hand! AHHHH!” The man clutched his severed hand as he stumbled on the ground, howling in pain. Suddenly, a pair of black boots with golden soles appeared in his sight.

The pair of shoes were beautifully crafted but it was obviously not something a modern-day man would wear! Moreover, no graverobber would wear this when exploring tombs!

The middle-aged man forgot his howling. He was in cold sweat and the face that had lost too much blood turned even whiter than a dead man’s.

The man donning the exquisite shoes crouched in front of him.

A cold hand with slender and long fingers pressed firmly on his head, raising his entire body upwards, until his sight finally focused on a man in red and black ancient clothes.

The man was very handsome. He had one hand behind his back and the other was holding him up. Like watching something interesting, the man had a smile at the corner of his mouth.

A red light rose from the center of his dark black pupils!

It’s a zombie!

There really are zombies!!

The middle-aged man wanted to open his mouth to scream yet he found that he was unable to move at all. Even talking was not possible!

“Insignificant thing, how did you get in here? Hm?”

The man struggled desperately but it was all in vain, as if something was taken away from him.

“Answer me, how did you and those mice get into my underground palace?” Wen Feng Jin added a little force and the man’s skull was almost crushed!

The man opened his mouth widely and let out a scream with all his might: “There’s..there’s a map! I have a map!”

“Oh?”

“It’s in my backpack! It’s true! Please let me go! Let me—”

The next sound was muffled as liquid splattered on the walls and a sweet smell of blood wafted throughout the tomb.

The headless body fell to the ground, convulsed twice then became motionless.

Wen Feng Jin shook his hand and the sticky liquid trickled off his white and slender fingers, making plip plop sounds.

He then turned the corpse and retrieved the map from the backpack. He looked at the back with an indifferent expression before using it to wipe his hands.

All of a sudden, a tremble swept over Wen Feng Jin’s whole body!

“Mian Deng, please don’t be mad!” The cold looking handsome man said to the air in panic: “I don’t kill anymore alright? It’s because they bullied me, that’s why I had to kill them…”

Then, for some reason, his brain fixed itself and the handsome man calmed down. He told himself happily: “I know you won’t be mad at me. They’re all outsiders. Only you and I are the most intimate.”

Wen Feng Jin suddenly turned psycho, talking to himself while smiling gently at the air. 

TN: the crazies are called shén jīng bìng (神经病) but the author used a homophonic shēn jǐng bīng (深井冰) which literally means ‘deep well ice’ to describe Wen Feng Jin here. I think both terms do indeed describe him

If Wang Xiao Mie was to see this scene, he would be scared sh*tless and scurried away as fast as he could.

After quite a while, Wen Feng Jin calmed down. Almost as if he switched into another personality, he said: “Inscription? It seems the craftsmen who built the tomb were dishonest. They even dared to record this down.”

Wen Feng Jin lowered his head and said to the corpse on the ground: “It’s a good thing that you let me know. What if this thing was seen by Mian Deng?”

“Moreover, Mian Deng likes polite people, so I will have to reward you well.”

He crouched down and held the corpse’s hand like a well-mannered gentleman, then smiled at the dead body and said: “Thank you very much.”

He stood up with an unchanged expression and said towards the empty passageway: “Mu Yi, destroy any place with an inscription. And also make sure to reward our guest. He liked gold and silver so take his body to the side courts where those things are stored to satisfy his wishes. Do not be stingy, got it?”

Two clickings echoed from the dark emptiness of the tomb.

“Look Mian Deng, did I do well?” Conversing by himself, his face turned red abruptly. He bit his lips and said: “Shi Xiong, you don’t have to praise me, you’re the one who’d taught me well…”

He raised the corner of his mouth and spoke to the nothingness. And then as if receiving someone’s approval, he became slightly shy and turned to leave. His shoes, stained with blood from the ground, left a row of red prints behind.

And at the moment he turned to leave, the corpse on the ground also disappeared instantly.

Mian Deng is still waiting for me.

He has returned to my side.

This time…

This time…

I will never let him run away …

The author has something to say: how normal can someone who laid down with a corpse in a underground palace for over a thousand years be?

Chapter 4

Holding on to Wang Xiao Mie, Wen Feng Jin was not aware of his dirty thoughts and how bold the current generation in the outside world had become (advice to pretty boys, you have to protect yourself when you’re outside)

In his hoarse and magnetic voice that could impregnate anyone’s ears, Wen Feng Jin coaxed: “Mian Deng, call my name…”

What’s with this sexy voice and pretty face, Wang Xiao Mie was dazed. All he knew was that one side of his shoulders was numbed.

Wang Xiao Mie’s face turned red hot in a beat: “Feng….Feng Jin…” What the hell am I blushing for? To think that I’ve been a BL addict for six years, what haven’t I seen before?!

How can I fall for a face so easily? No, I can’t—but….but this dumpling is too beautiful!

“Then…then you should call me Wang Xiao Mie.” being addressed as Mian Deng made him feel like a substitute.

Wen Feng Jin tilted his head. The peach blossom in the background shined. Black hair, red crown, the red pattern in between his brows, the narrow eyes filled by the large dark pupils, just like the demon boss in his online games.

The big boss opened his mouth: “Xiao Mie.”

“…..”

….this name in the boss’s mouth sounded like a joke.

Wang Xiao Mie sighed: “….forget it. Just call me Mian Deng.”

Just as the big boss wanted to say something, a lyrical sound echoed from the surrounding. Like the sound of a woman singing in a low voice, especially in this deep underground palace, it gave a chilling sense of terror.

Wang Xiao Mie gave a start and subconsciously grabbed the big guy next to him. Then he realized the one next to him was also dead, and he himself had turned into a zombie, what could be scarier?

And so he let go of his hand, looked around and asked: “What was that sound?”

Could there be someone else living in this underground palace?

Wen Feng Jin shook his head. One hand around his waist, Wen Feng Jin single-handedly helped Wang Xiao Mie up. He flicked the long sleeves as his face sank.

He said: “It’s the graverobbers. They’ve triggered the mechanism in the underground palace.”

“Graverobbers?” subconsciously, Wang Xiao Mie pictured the scenes he had seen on tv and read in the novels.

There was a time when he was obsessed with this genre.

“That’s right. In order to revive you, I’ve searched the edge of the world for exotic treasures. There are countless legendary artifacts and also common things like gold and silver in this underground palace. I wanted them to be buried together with us. Since we couldn’t get married when we were alive, after our deaths, these are my betrothal gifts to you…”

Wen Feng Jin said as he turned and gently raised his hand to rub the side of Wang Xiao Mie’s face. “But now that you’re awake, I have no use for these things….” After saying this, his expression remained gentle but in those eyes were distorted killing intent, “however, today is the day you finally woke up, they are too insensible….”

“Mian Deng, don’t be scared. I’m going to get rid of them cleanly, alright?” The boss said this in a gentle tone with a delicate smile.

Wang Xiao Mie couldn’t hold back his shivers and he turned into vibrate mode again!

Oh f**k! Mommy, there’s a psychopath here!

The Wen Feng Jin in front of him was like a dark and terrifying evil spirit in a horror movie. His mannerism was too ghastly and spine-chilling which would cause anyone to feel numb. It was as if he was born to be superior, to sit on the throne, and laughed as the people below trembled in fear.

“Now, can you wait here for me?” Wen Feng Jin pointed to the coffin, “After I’m done with them, I’ll come back immediately to accompany you.”

“I have to sleep in the coffin again?” Wang Xiao Mie frowned. This thing really caused the hairs on his back to stand.

“Um…” Wen Feng Jin creased his brows, “originally, you can come with me but you seem to have forgotten the martial arts you’ve learned before. And your body is not the same as mine, it’s still a corpse. It’s best if you just stay here to absorb the energy from the tree. If you leave the tree for too long, your body might rot.”

Rot?

Wang Xiao Mie looked at his bluish-white hands and then touched his face. In the end, he submissively turned around, climbed into the coffin, then waved his hand towards Wen Feng Jin.

Bye bye big boss, I won’t be seeing you off.

“Ah~”

Wen Feng Jin let out a low chuckle. He stood and gazed at Wang Xiao Mie’s silly look for a while before stepping off the towering stone platform. He then hopped onto a large iron chain that connected the palace to a distant pillar. In a few light jumps, he leisurely left the place.

After Wang Xiao Mie laid back in the coffin, he watched the peach-blossom-filled tree and felt a tranquilizing sense that usually goes with ‘haa…the weather’s great today’.

In his head, he was puzzled with things about his last life, what Wen Feng Jin had told him, and also the days to come. As his thoughts wandered, he unconsciously closed his eyes.

An exquisitely carved red coffin lodged under the huge peach blossom tree. The person in it had long black hair, soft and sleek, strewn across his body like a flowing waterfall. The soft light was reflected by the golden and red lustrous coffin lining.

The jewels encrusted crown made with gold firmly positioned on top of his head. The beautiful boy has snow colored velvet skin and with the falling petals, the sleeping face was becoming more alive. The red and black wedding gown was slightly creased.

As peach blossom petals float down into the coffin, even if my body remains in this secret underground palace, I still wish to kiss awake the waiting bride…

…

Meanwhile, a group of dust-covered individuals in military outfits, with flashlights in their hands and large backpacks on their backs were sitting on the ground to rest. All of them were uncouth looking men and some were even armed with guns. Not a group to be meddled with.

The middle-aged leader took out a map and listened to the person next to him.

“Uncle, where are we now? Why haven’t we seen the motherload yet?” the fellow next to him asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged man who was being questioned frowned: “We’re currently at this position.” He pointed to a certain point on the map and said: “This underground palace occupies the area of three mountains. The identity of the tomb master to this day is still a mystery. Countless lives were lost to obtain this map. Now we’re only at this point, eighteen thousand away from the main mausoleum! Where we’re at now is just the courtyard of their front door!”

TN: I’m not sure 18000 what, the author did not mention the unit of measurement. 

“Ah?!! But we have already lost seven people! Are we going to lose out on this one?”

“Lose out?” the middle-aged man raised his brows, “Let me f**king tell you, even if we only pick up a piece of stone behind the big gate, we’re still going to make a profit!”

“For a long time now, this tomb is no longer a secret. Many have entered but other than one or two who could run fast, the rest all perished here! But it’s thanks to the one or two with quick feet who managed to record down the inscription at the entrance. That’s how they can sell us at such a price!”

The middle-aged man used his hand to gesture a number and sneered: “Haha as long as we can enter the gate, we’re rich! We can put behind this business and enjoy our life!”

The middle-aged-man deliberately did not lower his voice, allowing the surrounding group to listen with their eyes filled with excitement. They stared at the middle-aged-man, eager to hear more.

Knowing that they already had too many deaths, the man worried that these fellows would turn cowards. Hence, he continued to show off his knowledge regarding the inscriptions.

Chapter 3

The man’s name was Wen Feng Jin. He and Wang Xiao Mie’s previous reincarnation, Mian Deng, were disciples from the same sect. Since young, their relationship had always been good and harmonious. According to Wen Feng Jin’s words, they were a pair made in heaven.

Originally, the two intended to take a journey together for three years before returning to their sect to perform the marriage ceremony.

As a result, the trip caused them to be separated by death.

Wang Xiao Mie: Of course there’s death. It’s practically foreshadowed, that’s why I’m here.

In ancient times, people were blinded in their pursuit to become immortals. Because of this, many practiced medicines, some caused a lot of troubles, and others wasted away their life and wealth. The emperor and nobles, convinced that this medicine existed, sent a lot of envoys to find the immortality elixir.

And the two who were on their journey, luckily or unluckily, happened to save a man who was covered in blood. According to Wen Feng Jin, his previous incarnation, namely Mian Deng, had a cold face but a kind heart. He not only treated the man’s wounds but also fought back the people that came to kill him. 

But to their dismay, the wave of assassins was endless, and the man still died in the end. Before his death, he revealed that he was sent by the emperor to find the holy elixir. In his death, he passed the elixir to Mian Deng. 

Mian Deng and Wen Feng Jin knew that this elixir was a hot potato. 

However, those who sought eternal life will not let them go. Even if the elixir was destroyed, no one would believe them. 

They immediately set out to return to their sect for help but were surrounded by enemies before they could reach their destination.

After all, they were not invincible. By the time they escaped to the mountains, Mian Deng was seriously injured. He was on the verge of dying. 

Wen Feng Jin was no better. He only managed to persevere through the will to save Mian Deng. The pursuing army was playing tricks on them like a cat and mouse game, watching how they relied on each other for survival. 

Speaking to this point, Wen Feng Jin strengthened his arms’ grip around Wang Xiao Mie. He seemed to be deeply immersed in memories as his eyes turned scarlet. Wang Xiao Mie was scared speechless. 

Wen Feng Jin continued. 

In order to live, they decided to use the elixir. Even though they did not know whether it was authentic or not, they were at the end of the line. If one of them could survive, that was good enough!

At that time, their feelings for each other were deep, and neither wanted to live alone. It was not easy for them to finally decide that Mian Deng should be the one to live. But as it turned out, Mian Deng deceived Wen Feng Jin and passed the elixir to him using his mouth…

The elixir was real but ascending to immortality was not as glorious. Just take a look at the ending of those who sought immortality throughout history.

Although Wen Feng Jin survived, Mian Deng died. And Wen Feng Jin, he had turned into a corpse-like monster with no heartbeat, immune to pain, and unable to die. He killed all the assassins, carried Mian Deng’s body, and disappeared from human sight.

Many years later, a vengeful Wen Feng Jin resurfaced with his own organization and began to scour and plunder the land for precious treasures and medicines. Especially those rumored with the tag ‘resurrection’ attached, he had to get it by any means.

In the end, his wealth grew exponentially. He then ordered an underground palace to be built where he had found the legendary acacia tree. 

No one really knew if the tree could bring Mian Deng back. However, having tried every other means and method, Wen Feng Jin, without hesitation, accompanied a corpse to lay down in a coffin deep in the underground tomb…

Under the acacia tree for ten lifetimes in painful longing…

At present, Wang Xiao Mie had really come back to this body, after ten reincarnations where he finally woke up…

Having listened to the story, Wang Xiao Mie was not sure how to react.

Subconsciously, he did not doubt Wen Feng Jin’s words. The pain and hatred in his eyes when he talked about Mian Deng’s death did not seem fake. And the resolve to live down in the tomb also dispelled Wang Xiao Mie’s suspicion.

But…

“I really do not remember that past….and my name has always been Wang Xiao Mie. Even if you call me Mian Deng, I still …” I still will not get excited and go ‘honey, I’m back. It must’ve been hard on you! weep!’ 

“No matter.” Wen Feng Jin drooped his head and showed a shallow smile: “what I desired most has already come back to me. No matter what identity you have, in any shape or form, it’s still you…”

“We can make a fresh start…” There was something profound about the zombie boss’s smile.

But Wang Xiao Mie just wanted to cry. Boss, we’re both dead, what’s the point of dating? So we can be called a couple of dumplings?

Wait, that’s not right.

Wang Xiao Mie suddenly recalled one thing: “After taking the elixir, aren’t you an immortal? That means you’re not a dumpling?! Then do you have a way to make me human again?”

Wang Xiao Mie was almost scared to death when he realized that he had no body heat or heartbeat. He did not want to become a zombie. There’s no way he can return to the surface being a zombie.

“Dumplings?” Wen Feng Jin tilted his head: “What do you mean?”

“Oh, dumplings refer to zombies. Sorry, I read too many novels.” Wang Xiao Mie scratched his head.

“Zombie?” Wen Feng Jin frowned and the red mark between his brows moved. “After taking the elixir, I’m as good as dead. I don’t need to sleep or eat. My wounds heal quickly but I’ve lost my heartbeat and body heat, almost like a dead man. And you, through the nurturing from the sacred tree and the tomb, you have become a non-rotting corpse. For the time being, I have no way to revive your body.”

So…I’ll remain a zombie?

Wang Xiao Mie lowered his head in despair.

“Don’t worry, even as a dumpling, you’re still the sweetest one.” Wen Feng Jin wrapped Wang Xiao Mie in his arms. He used the tip of his nose to smell, then used his lips to feel his skin.

Ah… Men, they all say that it’s a blessing just to meet but in reality, they can’t wait to pin you down on the bed and work hard.

Wang Xiao Mie gawked at the boss’s handsome face that was ranked up there with the demon lord’s beauty….he valiantly raised his hand ….and ….placed it on the boss’s chest!

When life gives you lemon, make lemonade! Only an idiot will not take advantage of this beauty!

Although Wang Xiao Mie was still confused about the whatevers of his previous life, but then ….but then in the twenty years of his life, this first beauty that he had landed, it’s just a waste not to touch!

Wang Xiao Mie put his hand into the boss’s clothes and molested to his heart’s content!

At first, Wen Feng Jin was stunned. But after that, the pair of eyes were shining bright. He even bent over in compliance to let Wang Xiao Mie feel him.

Mian Deng….

To think there’s a day that you have desires for me…..

Feeling the gentle stroking on his back, Wang Xiao Mie who was shelved by his friends in the gay circle even after being bent for so many years, had a little thought: if death meant that I will have such an affectionate (most importantly, with an incredibly high face value) dumpling husband, then it’s actually not bad.

It’s just….can zombies get ha~rd….?

I’m just gonna have a look…..keke, no other motive, just out of curiosity……..

Wang Xiao Mie lowered his head and secretly stole a glance at the boss’s crotch.

Even in such loose clothing, he could still see that that area had a slight bulge……

Hehe hehe~

Chapter 2

When Wang Xiao Mie woke up, he found that he was lying in someone else’s embrace. Even though his back felt icy cold, the chest he was leaning on was very solid. And to ensure his comfort, the man had adjusted his holding posture.

A few flower petals fall on the red wedding dress, like a star fire burning against the red background, a beautiful scene.

If an outsider were to see this scene: on a high platform in this magnificent underground palace, a pair of male lovers in red and black robes leaning against the dreamlike peach tree in such a posture, he might even felt a deep thrill.

If a rotten woman were to see this scene, she would’ve written a thousand articles in her head.

If… if it was not a dead person who was hugging me in this possessive posture, I would be very happy.

Not just happy, I might actually want to do it.

But Wang Xiao Mie was very scared, so scared that his face had no expression, yet his body was shaking like a Parkinson patient, like the old washing machines that buzzed when washing clothes.

A burst of low laughter sounded behind him. Wang Xiao Mie felt the man’s embrace tightened and he was using a certain perverted thing that was cool and soft to rub back and forth on his neck.

Preliminary identification, that should be his lips.

Wang Xiao Mie widened his big dog eyes. He was shaking so hard that his head almost dropped

“Bbbbbig brother, we can talk this over!” As long as you don’t bite me, you can do whatever you want!

“Mian Deng, why are you so cute in this life.” The hoarse voice with a trace of a smile echoed from the chest: “Mian Deng, that damned old immortal really did not lie to me. This acacia tree finally brought you back.”

Wang Xiao Mie was shaking too hard to understand a word.

He only heard the water splashing in his brain.

The man waited for a while until seemingly unsatisfied with Wang Xiao Mie’s silence, he turned him over. This move brought them face to face.

Wang Xiao Mie’s teeth were clattering due to his fear of zombies. The big dumpling brother facing him had a red crown on his head, a red pattern between his brows, and the narrow eyes with the large black pupils seemed particularly ominous.

“Mian Deng, why aren’t you talking?” Just a second ago he was smiling but now his handsome face was ferocious.

And yet what scared Wang Xiao Mie most was the powerful yet distorted look in those eyes. It was like seeing a lover coming back from the dead but this was a love that had turned to hatred.

They just wanted to take a bite at each other.

Wang Xiao Mie finally turned into vibrate mode.

Let me take back what I said before. These two aren’t a pair of love birds. This is more like the strangling of an adulterate wife in a fit of anger!

Wang Xiao Mie felt pain all over his body from the stare. The brain that was actually emptied started to spout words through the mouth: “Zombie big bro, spare me! I’m not Mian Deng. My name is Wang Xiao Mie. I live in Nan Gang, Wu Tong road. For over twenty years of my life, I have never cheated or picked up any girls. Although I cannot explain why I’m inside this body, but….!”

After saying the long paragraph, Wang Xiao Mie had to take a deep breath: “Brother, you must’ve mistaken me! Please let me go!”

Weep… I’d even kowtow to you.

Don’t kill me. I haven’t lived enough…..besides, Wang Xiao Mie’s heart was full of tears, I’m afraid of ghosts!

When he finished speaking, the demon-lord-like man’s complexion eased up. His expression was strange, like he had some doubt, and also some joy.

He hugged the Wang Xiao Mie who had frozen stiff like a wooden post in his arms.

The malicious expression changed into a soft gentle whisper. “Mian Deng, don’t you remember anything?”

Seeing his amazing face-changing speed, Wang Xiao Mie became even more frightened but he still managed to explain: “I’m….I’m called Wang Xiao Mie, not Mian Deng…”

“You really don’t remember anything….” If you had remembered what happened, how could you still let me be close to you? Wen Feng Jin looked at the face of the person he loved deeply. Although his body is still a non-rotting corpse, his soul had returned….that is enough….

Maybe him not remembering is a gift from heaven….

“Mian Deng….I have kept you under this sacred tree for more than 1200 years. According to legend, through a special condition, this tree can recall a spirit back here after it’s been through 10 reincarnations.”

On the man’s face was an unhealthy shade of pale blue but this did not affect his appearance. When those strange eyes full of emotions looked his way, Wang Xiao Mie actually felt a palpitation.

Covering his crazily beating chest, he quietly opened his mouth: “In this underground palace? For more than 1200 years….”

“Yes, but all the waiting is worth it.” He closed his eyes and put his forehead on Wang Xiao Mie’s. It was indeed true love.

Even if you don’t need to eat or drink, but to wait for your lover in a tomb to come back, it’s quite touching.

At least Wang Xiao Mie was not as scared of him now. After all, such a cheesy story could move anyone.

And…. I’m the 10th reincarnation of the person named Mian Deng?

Wang Xiao Mie: “What about me? Am I dead?”

That’s not right. He remembered that he was sleeping in his bed. He even had hiccups!!

The dark eyes opened and the man said, “That should be it.”

Wang Xiao Mie’s eyes widened: “I was at home, how could I die…”

The man smiled: “Natural and man-made disasters, nothing is impossible. And there are also thieves who would kill for money.”

Wang Xiao Mie was dazed for a moment. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before accepting this fact.

He did not happen to see the deep emotion in the man’s eyes.

After thinking for some time, he finally sighed and asked: “Me and you….what’s the relationship between us?”

“You and me?” The man half closed his eyes, covered his emotions, and slowly began to tell an old story.

Chapter 1

TN: 

1. The zombie mentioned in the novel refers to the Chinese jiang shi (僵尸). Basically preserved corpses that come back to life. It’s somewhat of a mix between vampires and zombies. They’re brain dead like zombies but like blood like vampires.
2. The author sometimes call the MCs zong zi (粽子) which means dumplings. This is the term used by grave robbers to refer to the corpses encased inside the tombs. They’re wrapped up and preserved like how a dumpling is, ergo the nickname.

Hello everyone, my name is Wang Xiao Mie.

I am now sleeping in a coffin, wearing a red wedding ceremonial gown and being reincarnated into a dead-for-a-thousand-years dumpling(zombie). I am very flustered. Not only do I dare not move but I also need to pee.

Why is that? Because I realize that that was not the most terrifying thing. What’s more terrifying is that this coffin was not meant for one person… it’s a f**king a double sized bed!

Wang Xiao Mie shut his eyes tight. Actually he had woken up for a while now. It’s just that when he woke up, he found that he was not himself but had turned into someone who was wearing an ancient red wedding gown, bracket: someone that’s already dead.

Next to him laid a man dressed in a red and black robe. A seemingly alive beautiful male, bracket: he’s also already dead.

Wang Xiao Mie’s eyes rolled and he lost consciousness due to fright.

When he woke up once again, Wang Xiao Mie found out that the big bro next to him actually m….m…m..moved!!!

Sh*t….!!

Wang Xiao Mie kept his eyes shut, not daring to look at the person beside him.

So what if he’s handsome?! Even if he’s handsome, he’s still dead! Dammit he even moved!

Oh Jade Emperor ….Buddha of Tathagata …Virgin Mother Mary…

Scenes of Taoist priests and zombies from the movies flashed through his head. He was afraid his neck would be bitten off in one go by the big dumpling.

As a result, the big brother next to him made even bigger movements and a cold chilling touch was pasted on his neck.

Ah Ah Ah —!

He tried to hold back his pee and his scream. He could even feel the goosebumps on his neck… eh? Do dead people have goosebumps?

Wang Xiao Mie has an illness. The more scared and nervous he got, the more calm his facial expression would be. When he was overly scared or nervous, he would even laugh out crazily. When he was little and had to get injections with other children, the other children would be crying while he would be laughing. 

The nurse thought that he had become a retard because of the injection.

Just as the saying goes “the expression is steady as an old dog, in fact comparable to real panic” 

With his years of experience as the old dog, Wang Xiao Mie managed to bear the itch on his neck and remained still. Feeling the coolness leaving, and before he could rejoice…

The handsome dumpling began to pull at his clothes…

Em… pulling at his clothes…

You stinky hooligan!

The icy cold claws are rubbing against my body. If lao zi don’t personally kick you on the knee  lao zi  will write my surname upside down!

… anyways it’s the same even if it’s inverted. (his surname is 王, so you can see even if it’s inverted it’s still the same word)

When Wang Xiao Mie wanted to summon up the courage to fight for his moral integrity and dignity, the ancient cosplay handsome dumpling gently hugged him and sighed. A cool breath emitted onto his forehead.

“Mian Deng, it’s yet another mortal day. When will you wake up?”

It turned out that dumplings could even talk. Wang Xiao Mie thought silently, who is Mian Deng? Could it be the original master of this body? It seems this body is only well preserved, it cannot come back to life.

As he was thinking about this, a cool breath came close to his mouth, carrying a scent of old eaglewood. He was then kissed tenderly for a moment.

Oh sh*t! My first kiss!

Wang Xiao Mie’s tears flowed internally into a river. Unbelievably, his first kiss was taken by a stranger dumpling. Even if he’s handsome, he’s still a dumpling!

Huuu Huu, the first kiss that I wanted to preserve for my future boyfriend…

Although he was sad, nothing was more important than staying alive.

Wang Xiao Mie closed his eyes in the dark and didn’t dare to expose himself. The delicate kiss that was left in his mouth gave a feeling of being protected and cherished. He couldn’t help but felt a little shy. After all he was in his youth and this period was the hardest to control one’s excitement.

And so Wang Xiao Mie was forced to accept the kisses. He was only glad that this handsome zombie’s cold mouth did not smell like a corpse. If it were those stinky ones like in the movies then he probably would have puked on his kissing partner’s face.

This kiss lasted for half an hour. If he wasn’t a corpse at the moment, he would have suffocated. Thinking of the tomb’s master and the wedding clothes on his body, and also this intimate action…

These two people, could they be ancient fags!

I’m an elite modern man living in the motherland and still, I’m single, yet these historical corpses all managed to have lovers.

Sigh….

After a while, Wang Xiao Mie gradually came to enjoy the kiss. He did not dare to move his tongue and could only accept it with his mouth open. Thinking of how considerate and careful the super handsome dumpling’s actions were, he felt that he and this body must have been a very loving couple. If not they would not have been buried together after death. Even as a zombie he still kissed his spouse everyday. And the kisses were so affectionate.

What a good man. Too bad he’s already dead…

As his thoughts wandered, Wang Xiao Mie unconsciously swallowed his saliva…

The soft and affectionate kiss came to an abrupt end.

The cold lips left his mouth and Wang Xiao Mie was in cold sweat.

Oh no, it’s over.

The atmosphere was diminished.

Wang Xiao Mie opened his eyes slightly and peeked using the lights from the luminous night pearls in the coffin. He found that the handsome dumpling was wearing a red and black robe, a red crown and black hair. He has a red spot between his eyebrows, and a soft and angular face. His lips were blue, and both eyes were narrow and long. The black large pupils were looking at him with a complicated and excited look.

Damn!

Wang Xiao Mie quickly closed his eyes in self deception. The handsome brother then pressed something and the coffin gave out a sound of mechanism moving. 

Afterwards the lid of the coffin slowly slid open…

Boss, even your house’s coffin is an automated model…

A dazzling light pierce through. Wang Xiao Mie opened his eyes slowly. He forgot about his concerns and sat up, looking out of the coffin.

His surrounding was a huge circular space hollowed out from a mountain. It was extremely large like an Olympic stadium. The giant space attached to the suspended wall created dense pavilions and palaces.

Like temples built on cliffs at scenic spots, they were overlooking these buildings. That is to say…

In this huge underground hole there stood a large stone pillar in the very centre looking like a mushroom.

And on top of that pillar was a platform with an enormous ancient tree whose trunk was so wide that it would take seven people hand in hand to fully hug it.

What amazed Wang Xiao Mie was not the large old tree but the pink peach blossom blooming on it. There were only flowers and no leaves. 

To what extent will the flowers bloom? In full bloom would it be like a burning flame blooming on the tree.

The light emitted from the crown of the tree gave a divine feel…

And their coffin was placed under the large flowering tree.

Wang Xiao Mie was shocked for half a day before coming back to his senses.

And when he turned around….

With eyes even brighter than the burning blossom tree, the dumpling brother was smiling at him.

“…”

They both looked at each other in silence for a while.

“Zo…zombie AH!”

Wang Xiao Mie screamed and trembled, then his eyes rolled backwards.

Thud! Wang Xiao Mie once again fainted.