The Anarchic Consort

“Yo! What’s wrong with this child?” Another boss, Kasuo, held out his slender finger. Right when he was about to dip his finger on the child’s adorable little cheek, Baili Shangxie turned his body and avoided his approach.

Kasuo pursed his lips and muttered, “Can’t even touch a little.”

Baili Shangxie looked at him with a poker face and said indifferently, “You’re a Grim Reaper, your aura is not good for him.”

“Is it so?” Kasuo furrowed his brow as he had never heard of such a statement.

Bing was noticeably more reliable. He closed the notebook in his hand and started talking. There was no warmth in his voice. “He’s not enlightened and his physique is different from yours, yet your Imperial Father’s magic is so strong that it causes an impact on him. Put him in the coffin first, everything will be alright if your Imperial Father is able to return.”

Baili Shangxie remained silent, but he did not refuse to have any contact with the Grim Reaper like he did before.

Right now, nothing mattered more to him than his younger brother.

Baili Shangxie crouched down and placed Helian Qingchen, who was smaller than him, into the softest coffin. Unwilling to leave, he watched over the little one at the side.

When Helian Qingchen felt unwell, he would feed him some water that he prepared and rub the little one’s head with his fingers as if he was comforting him.

Kasuo shook his head in disbelief. “Never would I have thought that this vicious fellow would be fond of his little brother.”

“It’s true that he only knew how to eat people back then, it’s the same for all the devils.” Bing had a deep voice. “Especially those demonized devils, more often than not they will unconsciously perform acts that they will regret soon after. In addition to that, he’s a purebred devil. In his head, killing is nothing but a method of survival as devils are born cunning and selfish. You’re not fond of them too, aren’t you?”

Kasuo smiled. “Indeed, I dislike them, but the devil isn’t the nastiest species as compared to humans. So, if this issue can be done and dealt with, perhaps we don’t need to get involved, right? I don’t want to fight with that man because I know it will lead to my ultimate defeat. Even the King of Hell lost to him, isn’t it? But if it’s you, you may be able to last very long.”

“Don’t talk with your gigolo tone in front of me.” Bing pushed the glasses sitting on the ridge of his tall nose. “No fight will take place, there’s always an anomaly.”

Anomaly?

Kasuo peered out at the window. Yeah, by right the person will show up.

The Grim Reapers were right about that.

At the other end of the equinox flowers in the deep corner of the Underworld, a man actually came walking by.

He was no longer dressing in the fashion of the olden days. Instead, he clad in a white T-shirt with a pair of brown slacks, appearing to be as clean as the moon hanging high in the sky, alluring yet sophisticated.

Behind him was a little one with a gloomy expression on his face, holding a small bottle gourd in one hand. He looked ghostly because of the heavy eye bags, but his act of tugging at the man’s sleeves made him look oddly adorable.

Baili Jia Jue’s silver long hair was stained with black ink, drenched, but gently fluttering onto his anterior body. He simply let the river water soak his robe, the water eventually mixed with the fresh blood on his chest. He was still the whole time.

The man walked over to Baili Jia Jue and paused, his eyes glancing through Helian Wei Wei’s face like flowing water. “She’s still the same as she was at Mountain Tenya. If something involved you, her first reaction would be to protect you.”

Baili Jia Jue slowly lifted his head up and said with a deep voice, “Jing Wushuang?”

“It’s indeed a rare sight to see you in such a difficult position.” Jing Wushuang’s words were for Baili Jia Jue, but his eyes never left Helian Wei Wei as she was his longing for the past millions of years. “In this case, I guess her hard work paid off now. Do you know why she extracted the Dharma Bone herself back then? Because she refused to follow the orders of Buddhism to exterminate you.”

Baili Jia Jue jolted and shivered, grasping his fingers tighter and harder, as though he had lost all his senses.

“She had been living on Mountain Tenya ever since I knew her. Unlike others, she didn’t have her own palace. The vast Snowland of Prajna was where she practiced. She loved eating buns when she was little, every time she would bring the buns and silently finish them while sitting under me. Those people in Buddhism never played with her.” Jing Wushuang withdrew his gaze and faced Baili Jia Jue. “But she still went to that place, as if she was looking for someone.”

“Last time, I used to think that I knew her first. But then I finally understood, the person she had been looking for all along, was you.” Jing Wushuang squatted down with both his eyes fixed on Helian Wei Wei. “She had always been different from the others. Among the huge population that entered Buddhism at Mountain Tenya, who would deny the protections of the Golden Lotus? However, she showered me with the holy water that she took a lot of trouble to get. Back in Mountain Tenya, I would always think about how great it would be if I had met her earlier, perhaps I could be the one she loved. I was obsessed with the idea of transforming into a human, but I left out a crucial detail. It didn’t matter who was the one whom she met first, because the only person who could take away her pain of loneliness and make her full of life, was you.”

Baili Jia Jue’s movements came to a halt. He could feel his chest being torn into bits.

Large amounts of fresh blood gushed out rapidly yet silently from his chest.

He thought that the greatest pain in the world was when she offered him to leave.

However, when he saw her defending in front of him with her own body, that was when he truly felt the pain the humans were talking about.

It felt like little intricate pieces of string crawling and eventually spreading into his chest.

The strings were threaded with hatred, unwillingness, and heartache that he never experienced before.

Jing Wushuang’s gaze turned deep and dark. His long slender fingers were fair, like the feathers of a Phoenix. He loosened his grip. “It’s not guaranteed that she will wake up by simply scooping up her souls, she needs the Sound of Buddha to gather her spirit. I’m here to return the blessings that she had graced me previously. Please treat her well in the future.”

Jing Wushuang stood up as his words settled.

Then, he did not look back.

The little one followed behind the man with a confused look. He looked up at him with his big eyes. “Master, why didn’t you meet her? You have been wanting to meet her for a very long time.”

“She doesn’t need it anymore.” Jing Wushuang held out his hands and patted the little one on his head. His eyes were empty and cold. “This is good enough. I don’t want her to feel like she owes me anything.”

The little one did not understand why feelings and emotions had to be so complicated.

However, the little one was sure that if it was not because of Helian Wei Wei’s relentless effort, his master would never have returned.

Now that Master has returned everything back to that Lord, everything should be over.

How could it possibly be over?

The 10,000 steps toward Buddhism, and those devoted kowtows.

Not everyone could complete it.

As a ghost baby, the little one would never understand what Helian Wei Wei’s existence meant to Jing Wushuang.

Sometimes, it was mainly because she was too important to him.

That was why he chose to withdraw himself till the point that he was nothing but a good friend of hers. At least then, she would not feel like she owed him anything…