North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

Lin Yuan's face flushed, her hands braced on the edges of the bathtub, her fingertips nervously picking at the wood as she said anxiously and ashamedly, "Si Chen, what are you recklessly smelling?"


Fang Geyu gently tapped a porcelain bowl with a spoon, the miss flipping her eyes up so haughtily yet beautifully, "What are you so flustered about? The little corpse demon has no sense of smell; he can't smell the fragrance on Little Yuan's body; he is sniffing the stench of corpses and blood on your clothes."


Lin Yuan's fingers, without a place to rest, slowly curled up as she huffed, sinking into the water until it submerged her pretty nose. She blew fish bubbles and looked at Fang Geyu with a face full of silent resentment.


Her fishtail slapped unhappily against the water surface.


Chapter 245: Snake in the River