Chapter 16: This Seat is Stunned

Anyone who is trapped in such a claustrophobic space with someone they have slept with numerous times, regardless of whether the relationship was genuine or not, whether it was out of revenge or out of fondness, cannot help but feel the familiar smell of the other person's body.

Not to mention that Mo Ran is an asshole in his own right.

Shi Mei was his white moonlight, something he could never bear to touch and would never want to destroy.

He just destroys Chu Wanning, and it is only with Chu Wanning that all his tension, his wildness, his bone-deep rage, can be unleashed.

In his previous life, every time he saw Chu Wanning's stubborn, cold, and defiant face, he felt like a vicious beast that only knew how to drink blood, to gnaw open the throat of his prey, to grind his teeth and suck the blood, to chew the flesh and bones.

If he doesn't care about Chu Wanning, he'll do his best to destroy people.

In the end, the body is so ruined that it has developed a habit of catching a whiff of Chu Wanning's scent and itching to mark the person as its own.

There was a momentary silence in the coffin and the slightly agitated heartbeat of Mo Ran could be heard.

He knew that Chu Wanning's face was close by and he could feel his breath, so if he took a bite, Chu Wanning wouldn't be able to break free, but

It's better to forget it.

Mo Ran leaned back to put some distance between him and Chu Wanning. This was not easy, as there was not much room in the coffin.

"Sorry about that Master." Mo Ran snorted and pretended to be a grandson, "I didn't expect the coffin to shake"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the coffin tilted again. Mo Ran rolled again with a grunt into Chu Wanning's arms.

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran retreats again, the coffin shakes again, and so on several times.

"I don't fucking believe this." Mo Ran leaned back again.

The golden girl was probably walking up a slope, slippery inside the coffin walls, and didn't last long before Mo Ran rolled helplessly in front of Chu Wanning again.

"Master" bit his lip, aggrieved.

This guy was already a bit of a teenage cutie, and if he was determined to hide his wolf tail and pretend to be a doggie, he actually pretended to be one.

Chu Wanning did not say anything.

Mo Ran didn't really want to roll around any more and simply gave up the struggle, "I didn't mean to."

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran whispered, "But the cut on my back, it hurts so much from the impact"

In the darkness, Chu Wanning seems to sigh softly, and the gong outside is a little too loud for Mo Ran to be sure he can really hear it.

But the next moment, Mo Ran smelled the clearer scent of begonias, Chu Wanning's hand wrapped around his back, blocking the gap he might have slammed through.

Although not an embrace, Chu Wanning's arms are empty, deliberately avoiding physical contact with Mo Ran, with only the material of his clothes touching Mo Ran, the pose is somewhat intimate.

"Watch out, don't bump it again." The voice was deep, like porcelain soaked in stream water, with a kind of ancient demureness that was actually outstanding when heard without hatred.

"Hmm."

Suddenly no one said anything else. Mo Ran was still a teenager in the process of growing up, not as tall as an adult, so he leaned into Chu Wanning's arms with his forehead just above Chu Wanning's chin.

The feeling is familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiar is the man lying next to him.

And strangely enough, it was in this position.

Once upon a time, in the past, it was he who lay at the top of the Wushan Palace of the dead and the living, the Fairy Tramper emperor who had become a loner, clutching Chu Wanning in his arms in the long, breathless darkness.

At that time he was already taller than Chu Wanning and stronger than his master, his arms were like iron pincers like a cage, locking the little remaining warmth in his arms, like holding the last fire in the world.

He lowered his head and kissed Chu Wanning's long inky hair, then greedily lowered his face and buried it deep into the nape of his neck, nibbling and nibbling without mercy.

"I hate you, Chu Wanning. I hate you so much."

There was something hoarse in his voice.

"But you're all I have left, too."

A violent pounding shatters Mo Ran's memories, the gongs and drums suddenly stop and the field falls dead silent.

"Master."

Chu Wanning reached out, nudged his lips and said in a deep voice, "Don't talk, we're here."

There were no more footsteps outside, and the field was deadly silent.

Chu Wanning's fingertips ignite a cluster of pale golden flames and he cuts a thin slit in the wall of the coffin, just wide enough for two people to see through the opening.

They were indeed carried to the outskirts of Butterfly Town, where the earthen temple dedicated to a ghostly priest was already full of coffins and coffins, and the fragrant scent of the hundred butterfly flowers in the air grew stronger and stronger, wafting through the holes into the coffins.

Mo Ran suddenly felt that something was wrong: "Master, do you feel that the scent here, and the scent in the illusionary realm, seems to be a bit different from the one in Duke Chen's coffin"

"How?"

Mo Ran, who was more sensitive to scent, said, "The smell that came out the moment the coffin was split open when we were on the northern mountain earlier was very nice and didn't make me uncomfortable in any way, so it must be the Hundred Butterfly Fragrance Powder. But ever since we entered the illusionary realm, I always felt that the smell was similar but there were some subtle differences, but I could never figure out exactly what was different, but now I think I probably know."

Chu Wanning looked at him sideways, "You don't like the smell."

Mo Ran stuck to the slit, still staring out, and then said, "Well. I haven't liked the smell of incense since I was a child. The smell here, and in the illusion, is not the scent of the hundred butterfly flowers at all, but the special high incense that the people of Butterfly Town use to burn for their ghost worshippers. Look there."

Chu Wanning followed his line of sight and saw three armfuls of vertical incense burning in the clay incense burner in front of the earthen temple, eerily sending a sweet smell into the wind.

The people of Butterfly Town specialise in making fragrances from flowers, so they make their own incense for worshipping the gods, rather than buying it from outside. The flowers used are those grown on the outskirts of the town, so the difference in smell to the uninitiated is not that great.

Chu Wanning mused, "Could it be that the scent in Duke Chen's coffin has nothing at all to do with the smell in the illusion"

Before he could run through the details of this new discovery, a sudden blinding red light emanating from the earthen temple interrupted his thoughts. The two men hiding in the coffin looked in unison to see the temple glowing brightly, reflecting brilliantly on the surrounding area. On the side of the temple was a row of iron stands on which were red lotus lamps for wishing, which had originally been extinguished, but at that moment they all came on one by one.

The boys and girls who guarded each coffin knelt down and chanted, "The Queen of Masters has come down to earth to guide us, the ghosts and orphans, to be free from suffering forever and to meet the right man, to lie in the same coffin and be companions in the Yellow Spring."

In the midst of a chanting of grand sounds, a golden immortal light radiated from the temple's ghostly priestess, who then lowered her eyelids and slowly tugged at the corners of her mouth as she leapt off the offering platform.

The movements are quite handsome and the grooming is all around elegant.

Unfortunately, the body is made of clay and too heavy for a girl's family, and with a thud, it hit the ground hard.

Mo Ran: "Pfft."

Chu Wanning :""

The ghost celebrant also seemed rather unhappy with her rooted feet, and she stared at the large pit in the ground for a moment before padding out of it and straightening her dressing gown.

She appeared to be a heavily made-up woman, draped in red and green, quite cheerful. In the darkness of the night, she turned her neck and came to the coffin of a hundred people, the stench of the corpses filling the night air, and she seemed to be in a better mood, slowly opening her arms and laughing twice.

"By believing in me and making offerings to me, you will be able to meet your destiny and fulfil the lifelong task that was left unfulfilled before you were born." The young voice drifted into the night, and the ghosts and monsters kowtowed in excitement.

"Blessings of the Queen of Hosts"

"I ask the Master of Ceremonies to give the marriage."

This plea was echoed by the ghost celebrant, who seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he slowly made his way through the rows of coffins, his long nails, lit with bright red vermilion lacquer, scraping across the boards with an ear-piercing, shrill sound.

Mo Ran said curiously, "Master, I remember you said that demons, immortals, ghosts, gods, demons and humans belong to the six realms, but this immortal does not live high in the nine heavens, how come he is in the company of the ghosts underground?"

"Because it governs underworld marriages and mainly eats the offerings of ghosts." Chu Wanning said, "The ghosts enable her to increase her power, otherwise she would not have been able to cultivate her immortal body in just a hundred years. With such benefits, she is happy to be in the company of her friends in the underworld."

The ghost master of ceremonies walked around the group of coffins and returned to the front, and the empty, silent, childish voice rang out again, "Open a coffin and give a marriage. Start from the top left."

At its command, the first coffin on the left slowly opened, the golden girl greeting the two bodies inside as they staggered out, their flamboyant fiery red gi's setting off the pale, lifeless faces of the dead.

The medieval couple slowly came to the ghost celebrant and knelt down.

The ghost master of ceremonies placed his hand between them and said, "In the name of the master of ceremonies, I give you in marriage after death, henceforth to be husband and wife, man and woman together in joy."

Mo Ran rolled her eyes and muttered, "If you don't know how to write poetry, don't do it. Why does a good vow sound so ridiculous?"

Chu Wanning said coldly, "You have a nasty mind."

Mo Ran shut up.

But it didn't take long for the ghost celebrant to physically prove that it wasn't Mo Ran who was nasty, but the fairy in charge of the marriage was really nasty.

It was as if the pair of corpses who had been given in marriage had swallowed a drug, but suddenly they were overwhelmed with excitement, wailing and hugging each other, and actually began to make love in public as if no one was watching.

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran :""

"In the name of the Master of Ceremonies, I give you the joy of heaven. If yin and yang may be united, what is the harm in life and death"

The ghostly MC's shouts grew shriller and higher. And with her ghastly cries, the two corpses moved more and more flamboyantly.

Mo Ran was stunned: "That's fucking fine."