ThirtyTyrants

[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.

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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

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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.

[BL] I Became a General in Hell after Dying

"You really can't stand the man," Xie Bian said, shooting Fan Wujiu an amused smile out of the corner of his lips.


"I really can't," Fan Wujiu said, returning the smile. "Be careful with him."


There was more than simple distaste there, Xie Bian was sure of it. He wondered when they had crossed paths, and in what circumstances. The memory of his past life seemed to haunt Fan Wujiu.


Xie Bian remembered him saying he didn't deserve to forget. Part of him wanted to pry him open and look deep into his mind, sip from his memories because he had none of his own. Xie Bian was a blank slate, but he hungered for meaning.


Maybe that was why Yanluo had given him Fu Shulin's book. Maybe in some way he had anticipated this need in him, and was giving him something to sate it with. 


Could he have known that Fan Wujiu's mysterious past would draw him hopelessly, like a moth that singed its wings on the flame?


Two dead things