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

That night, Xie Bian slept fitfully again. Sleep didn't come easily, and when it did it started and stopped in fits, waking him up in the middle of the night. He stared at Fan Wujiu's bare, slender back for a long time, feeling inexplicably anxious, before he could fall asleep again.

His dreams weren't coherent, there were no images or sounds he could discern; just impressions, feelings of hopelessness and grief, and a terrible, all-consuming loneliness. When morning came his pillow and the sheets beneath were soaked with tears. Xie Bian couldn't point to a single reason for his restless night, but it left him feeling hollow.

Fan Wujiu was already walking around the room when he got up from bed, his hair carelessly secured on top of his head with a hairpin, loose strands escaping the topknot and falling into his face as he read.

"What are you reading?" Xie Bian asked, knuckling sleep out of his eyes.

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