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

Fang Geyu's smile gradually faded as she realized that even at such a critical moment, Baili An was still staring at another ghost girl.


She snorted coldly, and with both hands, she forcefully turned his face back to hers, her black eyes glaring into his with a hint of threat, "Answer my question."


Baili An was so overwhelmed by her aura that he could hardly divert his attention to control the blood power buried within the corpse's body.


Without the torment of pain, the corpse's vigor surged instantly.


Drum sound intensified, urging souls to be reaped!


Baili An's knuckles turned white as he clutched the sheet, and his already sensitive senses to human scent were infinitely amplified.


He could even clearly smell the faint fragrance of the young girl emanating from Fang Geyu.


In front of him were her watery apricot eyes, her delicately petal-like lips touched with bright rouge, the warm breath making them enticingly moist.


Chapter 271: Shivering