Chapter 1: God now Mortal

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"....I want to die."
"In your dreams"

He Xuan looked at mortal who was still chained up. He bent down and with a flick of his index and middle finger the chains bursted into a million pieces, freeing Shi Qingxuan from its grasp and falling to the floor as his body had given up on him. he Xuan's eyes never left Shi Wudu's headless body, his eyes darkened as he remembered Shi Wudu's last words.

Shi Qingxuan looked at the rusted sword that was a few inches beside him, he remembered that he was too scared to even pick it up. He gathered all his strength and crawled to the sword that was once supposed to be the reason of his murderings. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and raised it to his chest, why not just...kill himself? There was no point in living now, right after their sins were out in the open.

He placed the tip of the sword to his chest and was about to join his brother until the sword was thrown out of his grasp and onto the wall.

"Did I give you permission to kill yourself?"

He Xuan walked over to Shi Qingxuan and picked him up bridal style.

"Please put me down.."

Shi Qingxuan struggled against his grip and looked around, they were leaving the dark place and were now nearing the torture chamber.

Shi Qingxuan struggled even more against He Xuan's grip, it was as if he were a small animal against a clawed beast.

"We're not going in there." He Xuan then turned a corner, away from the...uh...scary basement.

He Xuan kept walking until he reached two huge, black doors. He Xuan opened one of the doors and went inside, the room was covered in black paint with golden lining. He Xuan sat down on the bed at the far corner and then he placed Shi Qingxuan down on the bed. Qingxuan was too tired to even struggle now that he was on the ghost king's bed. He Xuan sat there until Shi QingXuan finally drifted off to sleep. Then he left to help Hua Cheng in another mission.

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And I am sorry if my story isn't accurate nor is it giving that vibe that other authors are able to give, like Bells.

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