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I am evil.
I exist in the abyss.
I never tried to hide it.
Until the man I love was in the light.
So, I painted a perfect mask and used it to disguise my face…
… … …
The vast underground palace, the wide platform, the peach blossoms covering the trees. When I was nailed to the tree, watching him come back to life and knock down the human named Zhen Bei, I was happy.
Shixiong didn’t die; everything could be salvaged.
But when Shixiong mentioned remembering everything, I lowered my head.
That human kept urging Shixiong to leave me, to leave the underground palace…
Ah, how I wish…
Wen Fengjin, who had been nailed to the acacia tree, looked limp as if his soul had been pulled out, leaving only his body. That despairing aura was overwhelming, imitating the terrified weak pacing back and forth in helplessness.
It made people lose the will to be harsh.
But in reality?
Wen Fengjin lowered his head; his excessively delicate and handsome face was hidden in the shadows. A pair of crimson pupils almost occupied his eye sockets. The blood-red eyeballs darted slightly, and the ashen skin, carrying an ominous scent of death after losing strength, twisted. Madness rapidly spread from the corners of his lips to the corners of his eyes—
Ah, how I wish…
Are you going to leave me? You cannot. Did I give you permission?
The crimson marking on his forehead burned ominously. He gently bit his own lips, and the soft flesh parted from between his teeth, releasing a sweet drop of blood.
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You want to leave me? Die… Not me, you.
Shixiong— Shixiong— if you choose to leave with him, I will kill you, crush your flesh, break your bones, and beginning from your head, I’ll swallow you, bit by bit, piece by piece…
We should be together. Since you left me, I’ve been waiting for you. How long it took for you to return, I will consume you for that long, okay?
One piece a day, 365 pieces a year. So, for a thousand years, how much would that be?
Every day in this underground palace, I wonder — Wen Fengjin’s lowered head and expression radiated a crazed obsession in the darkness — every day, I wonder what I would do if one day Shixiong woke up not under the control of my blood, clamoring to leave me?
The crimson eyeballs rolled upward, tightly pressed against the upper eyelids, peering in the direction of the answer from the person he loves.
Pitiful? Humble? Abandoning everything to plead for the other to stay?
Sure, Wen Fengjin could do it. He would paint the most perfect facade and cover his face. Like a disadvantaged devil, he would sweetly whisper, sincerely beg, and meekly look up at his beloved.
He would adopt the most beneficial stance to pander to his lover’s preferences, outwardly changing into whatever his lover liked.
And when the other person softens, disarmed by his kindness and pampering, that moment will be the devil’s victory! Imprisonment, restraint, and intense possession!
Shixiong, I don’t want to scare or hurt you.
So please hurry, okay? Quickly reject him, rush to my side, embrace me, and then promise me you will never run away.
The face in the shadows was too calm and too chilling, the overly handsome face pulling a smile after the spread of death’s ashen gray. It was like a terrifying painting; the excessively beautiful man’s face on the canvas started to crack and peel off, revealing the vicious demonic visage.
But he didn’t wait for the moment of complete ‘peeling.’
His shixiong saw through the clumsy lies of the person he found laughable, then walked over and saw his pretense ‘skin.’
[Alright, alright, don’t look so gloomy. I’ve regained my memories, so I’ve confirmed something.]
Wen Fengjin looked up, his ‘skin’ showing an expression as lifeless as ashes.
His shixiong crouched in front of him, one hand supporting his chin, the other on the side of his face. He grinned, revealing a small tiger tooth, his eyes curved.
[I’m sure now, I forgave you long ago. Whether it’s the me from a thousand years ago or the me now, I’ve always liked you. Xiao Wenzi, let’s be together in the future, never to part again!]
A tight hug.
The devil waited for the moment when his lover removed his disguise…
Wen Fengjin rested his head on the neck of the man holding him, his eyebrows furrowed as if experiencing both sorrow and joy for regaining a hard-earned affection. Yet beneath his countenance—
—his blood-stained lips slowly curved into a crescent moon-like smile, his long and narrow, scarlet eyes narrowed.
[Ah…]
[You can’t escape now.]
Shixiong said that he wanted to spare that nauseating human, Shixiong expressed a desire to live on land, Shixiong stated…
Why not? Wen Fengjin looked tenderly at Wang Xiaomie.
“Okay, I’ll go along with whatever you say.”
[You can’t escape from my grasp.]
When he was embraced, Wen Fengjin knew that he had obtained the love he had madly prayed for. But he didn’t have time to revel in it. He hastened to grasp that red love and wrapped it in a barbed wire loop.
He didn’t want anyone to touch it!
He didn’t want it to escape!
Even just a glance from others made Wen Fengjin feel a sickening sensation as if someone had licked his precious possession.
They went to the surface, to a completely unfamiliar place. Despite this, Wen Fengjin didn’t panic.
Even if the world was changing, human nature never would. The laws of survival of the fittest and greed would always persist. He possessed powers that mortals didn’t, along with countless riches.
That day, watching Shixiong immersed in his own world, he didn’t immediately speak up to stop him. No one would ever care for harm not inflicted, so even though he felt incredibly dark inside, Wen Fengjin waited until evening to speak up.
As he expected, Shixiong felt guilty and never neglected him again. Whether it was food or those strange electronic devices, he envied anyone or anything that could divert Wang Xiaomie’s attention. Wen Fengjin liked those clean, rapidly-fading-mist-like eyes. He wanted those eyes to look at him at every moment, reflecting his figure in the glass-like eyeballs, and he became addicted to it, unable to break free.
The devil, tasting love for the first time, carefully disguised himself, seemingly nonchalant but keenly observing everything his lover liked.
Wang Xiaomie enjoyed his occasionally awkward expressions, liked to see his blank expression after telling a joke or doing something funny.
He even wrote a ‘Good Person Manual.’
The perfect ‘skin’ quickly learned to do all these things.
… … …
He had lived in the darkest times of the northern region.
At the age of four, his head was grabbed and he was forced to watch his father, mother, siblings, relatives and servants, over 200 people being beheaded. He was once sent to a school where a group of children had been instructed to mock him, cursing ‘son of a dog thief’ at him, pressing his head down in an attempt to dunk him in a chamber pot.
As he grew older, countless people rejected, loathed, spat on, and tried to assassinate him. Greed for his power and wealth revealed numerous ugly faces, grotesquely contorted behind his back.
However, plundering, annihilating, and bestowing death and despair upon others were things he often did.
And there he sat in the abyss, lazily supporting his chin.
He never needed anyone’s pity, never required any justification, openly and shamelessly embracing the darkness.
I am evil.
I exist in the abyss.
I never tried to hide it.
Until the man I love was in the light.
So, I painted a perfect mask and used it to disguise my face…
[The author has something to say:
Many people don’t understand what Wang Xiaomie meant by “disguise” in the previous chapters. Also, there’s confusion about how Wen Fengjin became so warm later on, wondering if he’s out of character. So…
I’ve dedicated a chapter specifically to explore Wen Fengjin’s psychology.]
