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

When Baili An opened his eyes, he found himself lying serenely on the red phoenix couch.


He stared at the ceiling beams above him, his gaze calm as he briefly pondered, before turning his head to look at the girl in red, who was sleeping soundly, her arms around his.


Beside him, a chill breeze swept through.


He propped himself up and looked toward the foot of the bed only to see a three-foot-long red silk hanging beneath the beam.


Its cyan-gray eyes bulged, its long, crimson tongue stretched out grotesquely, the door left ajar, and as the night wind blew, the hanged corpse swayed and fluttered, displaying a horrific visage of unpeaceful death.


If an ordinary person awoke to such a frightening scene in the middle of the night, they would undoubtedly scream in terror, their soul nearly leaving their body.


But Baili An reacted with unusual calmness, tilting his head and asking seriously, "Doesn't it hurt, hanging like that?"


Chapter 266: Sorry