Chapter 2, My Past Life

The dwarf was so frightened that his face turned pale, trembling all over, while my heart raced in a similar manner. Wuka, however, remained calm and motionless; those two feet approached him and suddenly exploded, with the mud stained red by blood.

I am not dead yet! I am still alive! I am truly alive! I am both surprised and delighted, so excited that I am dancing with joy. I have escaped disaster! Damn it, that bastard Wuka really has some skills!

"You have finally returned, Dragonfly Demon King." Her voice was sultry and hoarse, making the courtesan of Yichun Courtyard seem like a withered melon seed in comparison

Wuka raised me up, firmly blocking in front of me

The sun slowly sets, the evening breeze blows, and I lie down in the puddle, feeling both exhausted and somewhat flustered. According to the prophecy of Kaye, I should be dead soon. Yet this bastard beside me seems indifferent to my fate.

All around, a dazzling array of sights and extraordinary scenes flashed before my eyes

In the evening, while resting, the dwarf squatted beneath the scarred old tree stump, trembling incessantly. At the slightest rustle of the wind, he would leap up quickly like a startled rabbit

What kind of place is the North?

This is the cycle of reincarnation: death—rebirth—regeneration. Wuka squinted, smiling like a demon.

A warm heart leaped out, landing in the mud, beating gently.

In an instant, three beautiful women and six pairs of eyes were all fixed on my face. I suddenly felt something was amiss; the gazes of the women were as cold as ice, seemingly filled with hatred and disgust

The desert has reached its end

The surroundings were eerily silent, as if nothing had ever happened. I bent down, feeling the urge to vomit

This swamp seems to have consumed all life.

The two characters "North" gradually transformed into two sharp swords. A man and a woman dressed in robes leaped through the air, wielding their swords, as white light flashed, slicing the monster into a colorful rain of blood

I have goosebumps all over, this is creepy

The torrential rain poured down, with raindrops of blue, resembling merciless steel whips striking down relentlessly. Everywhere, there were swift blue lines, like fierce lightning, tearing through the night.

The agate pillar miraculously shrank, becoming slender and short, and ultimately condensed into a fiery red bead that flew through the air.

With a soft sound, the fireball shot into my forehead and vanished without a trace

The carriage shook violently, and Wuka had a cold expression, remaining silent as if someone had violated his mother. What the hell is this bastard up to

The head of the beast's skeleton is held high, and although it is merely a corpse, I can still feel a majestic aura rushing towards me. It is as if it could spread its enormous wings at any moment, soaring into the sky and ascending directly into the clouds

Wukasenran said: "Death is too lenient a punishment." He glanced at the sky, sat down, and stared at the oasis like a hungry wolf stalking its prey, patiently waiting

The sword's light shone brilliantly like the blazing sun

The raft glided swiftly, the entire expanse of the sandy sea undulating like waves, with the heavens spinning and the earth turning

I laughed happily. Bastard, today is your day too

After a long time, I trembled as I reached out my hand to touch the beast's bone. With a thunderous sound, the massive object collapsed, smoke billowing up, and the white, skeletal remains turned to flour, scattering everywhere

He is truly not an ordinary pervert

There are four of them, and I can only act according to the situation; impulsive resistance is futile. Besides, I am close to death. In three days, I will turn seventeen

An old man with white hair, a strong man, and a lewd dwarf knelt before Wuka, saying, "Master, you have finally returned."

A hand suddenly emerged from the desert, then quickly retracted. In that moment, I saw the thick black hair on the palm.

Water surrounds me from all directions, clear and transparent, like the gaze of a young girl. The water flows continuously, entering my nostrils, ears, and eyes. Yet, I feel nothing, as if I am still on land, able to breathe freely

"Hurry up and move!" the dwarf shouted, this little fellow is surprisingly strong

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" the dwarf urged me fiercely, and I truly wanted to smash its wine-soaked nose with a punch

I had no choice but to be vigilant in all directions and attentive to everything around me. Half a month later, we arrived at a marshland.

"Cycle of the Sand Sea." Wu Ka turned his head, his expression enigmatic

I remained silent; now is not the time to speak. Even if I were to ask, Wuka would not tell me. The only thing I can be certain of is that I am the medium referred to by the other party, and they intend to use me to accomplish a significant task

Wuka's expression changed, and after a while, he said: "Don't mind him, let's continue walking"

In recent days, I have gradually felt the shadow of death. For instance, when I urinate under a tree, the large tree might suddenly fall and crush my foot. While defecating, a scorpion might unexpectedly emerge from the grass and sting my backside. Even when drinking water, I might inexplicably choke.

Wuka tightly grasped my neck, her face contorted with rage: "If you dare to insult me again, you will die!" Her sharp nails dug deeply into my flesh. I suddenly realized that we had definitely entered the Northern Territory, and Wuka no longer needed me.

In the morning, the chill and humidity were heavy, and a pale mist floated all around, faintly resembling wandering ghosts. The four of us walked in silence, not uttering a word. As we passed through a thicket of thorns, I suddenly sensed something was amiss. The ground beneath my feet was soft and muddy; after walking through, there should have been footprints left behind, yet now, there was nothing, smooth as silk.

A bird with dull feathers flaps its wings, struggling out from the sand dunes, only to collapse despondently back into the sea of sand, transforming into a mere skeleton

Have I encountered a monster? What could a monster want with me? My flesh is dirty and foul, certainly not appetizing. Could it be that the other party is a female monster, attracted to my appearance? Yet, looking closely, the Adam's apple on Wuka's neck does not seem fake.

I gasped, my voice swallowed by the roaring thunderstorm. Countless strange monsters and evil spirits emerged from the desert, shrieking piercingly as they charged towards the wooden raft

Hurry up, Master, we only have three days left

The sky has turned into a pitch-black night

It is about to rain heavily! Wuka suddenly held me tightly, our skin touching.

The third woman, like a seductive beauty snake, spiraled down from a large tree and walked towards me. Her skin was olive-toned, adorned with faint patterns, and her firm breasts stood tall, resembling dark purple grapes, perked up defiantly. As she approached, her slender waist swayed gracefully, and through the tight-fitting scale-patterned mini skirt, the outline of her full, rounded hips was visible. Beautiful lady, you are truly alluring! My throat felt dry, and I swallowed hard; she was like a ripe, sweet fruit, plump and juicy. As she approached, her slender waist swayed gracefully, and through the tight-fitting scale-patterned mini skirt, the outline of her full, rounded hips was visible. Beautiful lady, you are truly alluring! My throat felt dry, and I swallowed hard; she was like a ripe, sweet fruit, plump and juicy.

As the long sword pierced me, it melted away rapidly like candle wax. The men and women in Daoist robes gasped in surprise, staring at me, and suddenly vanished

I got it. I lazily pushed open the car door and was suddenly startled.

It should be right here. He spread out the parchment map, where many black circular lines intersected, and at the center, there was a prominent red mark

Staring at the writing, a scorching red light shot from Wuka's eyes. He pulled me along, step by step, towards the stone egg. At the bottom of the stone egg, there was a rectangular depression. He instructed me to lie in the pit, and then he lay down beside me, closing his eyes.

When the sun rises, I lift my head and gaze at it for a long time. The sunlight shines on my face, feeling somewhat cold. Today marks the last day of my sixteenth year. Last night, I dreamt of many people: my father, Miss Wang from the Wang family, Big Bear, Li Jiejing, and my mother, who passed away shortly after giving birth to me.

Bang! I fell from a great height, landing on my back, in a manner reminiscent of a wild goose settling on the ground.

A series of bubbles rose up from the oasis, bubbling like a pot of boiling porridge, violently churning. The beautiful oasis transformed into a dark, muddy mire, and the jewels sank one after another.

In the silent marshland, the sound of our footsteps echoes, "rustle, rustle," monotonous and dull

The surroundings are desolate and barren, so silent that it instills fear

I immediately smiled brightly, and he could kill me as easily as crushing an ant

The burly man beside me suddenly stopped in his tracks, his gaze vacant, and let out a loud shout

A sudden chill wind swept through, causing Wuka's black robe to billow. The wind grew stronger, and the surrounding dust swirled rapidly. The blazing sun disappeared, and the sky turned gloomy, with dark clouds densely covering the heavens.

Wuka turned around and frowned, saying: "What are you doing?"

In the vast desert, several swaying shadows appeared. The raft sped forward, brushing past them.

A massive head slowly emerged from the mire, adorned with green horns, eyes like bronze bells, and sturdy limbs covered in long, sharp spines. The monster arched its body and roared at the sky, its gaping maw spitting out the words "Northern Territory".

Wuka Yinsheng said: "Rest assured, as long as you follow me, you can have whatever you desire."

My younger brother is extremely busy and enjoying himself

At noon, we crossed a patch of white reeds, and Wuka stopped in his tracks

How strange, I am certain I have never been here before! I trembled as I extended my hand and suddenly lifted the beaded curtain.

Wuka suddenly stood up

Wuka stood before the beast bones, trembling with excitement, his face a mix of joy and madness: "The legendary Dragon Butterfly Demon King, I have finally found you! Grant me your power, and I shall be your loyal servant." His eyes emitted a blood-red light as he laughed maniacally, resembling a bloodsucking bat, flying towards the beast bones

A crystal palace

The undulating sea of desert stretches endlessly, reaching to the very ends of the earth and sky

The strong man ignored him, like a frenzied wild beast, opening his mouth and charging out. With a loud "bang," the strong man's head collided with the hard tree, blood and brain matter splattering. Yet he continued to roar, clutching the trunk, his teeth gnawing at the tree, producing a chilling "creaking" sound.

We gradually ventured deeper into the swamp. I find it strange here, as I have not seen a single animal, not even small flying insects or ants

The swamp at night is filled with an eerie atmosphere, with strange sounds of "rustling" occasionally echoing from the darkness. The deaths of the old man and the strong man were quite mysterious; although I was a bit frightened at the time, I soon became indifferent and slept soundly as usual

The dwarf quickly turned into a pool of blood

The stone egg suddenly rumbled and rolled towards us. I was filled with fear as the massive stone egg came crashing down, plunging me into darkness. It felt as if my bones were being crushed, and I was in so much pain that I could hardly breathe, before losing consciousness again.

"Thump, thump, thump," my heart suddenly raced, as if something very familiar was behind the beaded curtain, calling out to me incessantly

I initially thought the old man was performing a trick, but it was only when he fell softly to the ground that I realized the white-haired old man had died

This is truly a joke. I followed Wuka just to survive, and in the end, I ended up digging my own grave. Jiaye, your damn accurate prophecy is indeed spot on

Amidst swirling clouds and mist, a colossal stone egg stands towering in the haze, round and solid, so high that it cannot be seen from the top. On the gray-brown surface of the stone egg, two peculiar characters are engraved from top to bottom. The inscriptions shimmer and flow with a rainbow-like glow

The swamp is eerie and silent, with entangled vines obscuring the sky, leaving only a few small gaps. The murky green water meanders through the thickets, bubbling with turbid foam. The fallen leaves have accumulated thickly, most of which have turned into decayed mud, emitting waves of foul odor

Wuka suddenly darted forward, rushing into the hall, and I felt a surge of curiosity, following closely behind him. We passed through the winding corridor, and ahead was a long curtain made of luminous pearls, shimmering and swaying in the water's ripples

We seem to have entered a magical realm

The dwarf turned around in surprise to look at him, and the expression on Wuka's face also changed.

With a rumble, an ancient tomb slowly emerged, the tombstone cracked and transformed into fine sand that cascaded down, revealing a dark, unfathomable cave beneath.

I swiftly dodged, and Wuka missed his strike, as the flames gradually engulfed him. Wuka was still screaming: "Lord Dragon Butterfly Demon King, today is your reincarnation day! Without my body, you cannot be reincarnated and revived!" Suddenly, he stared at me, horrified, and exclaimed: "Could it be, could it be that you are?"

Upon waking, it was already a brand new world

I shivered: "Where are we going?"

Wuka stared at me, suddenly reaching into the sea of sand and pulling back. In front of my eyes, the flesh and blood on his palm horrifyingly vanished, transforming into eerie white bones. Amidst my scream, Wuka reached into the sea of sand again, withdrew, and his palm was reborn with flesh and blood.

It is very strange

I still haven't figured out what is going on, when Wuka suddenly seized me and charged forward

I am the Dragon Butterfly Demon King What does this mean

I am not afraid of dead people. Every year when heavy snow falls, a few beggars are always frozen to death in Luoyang City. I would immediately rush over, strip their pockets, and take away the one or two remaining coins. However, I have never seen someone die in such a bizarre manner as this old man. I feel a bit scared, and also somewhat gleeful at the misfortune; if I were to die, at least there would be someone to accompany me in death.

Distant as if it were a dream from another era

I was left speechless

It resembles a butterfly, yet is not entirely the same. Its form is skeletal and white, with wings extending outward in a rounded shape, filled with graceful curves. Two sharp horns rise from its head, and beneath the bulging abdomen, seven sharp claws emerge, embedded in a fiery red agate pillar on the ground

In the days that followed, apart from using the restroom and eating, Wuka did not allow me to get off the carriage. Even when it came to sleeping, I had to do so inside the carriage. The plan for my first time, of course, was indefinitely postponed. All I knew was that the direction in which the carriage was traveling became increasingly remote, likely beyond the borders. The scenery along the way was desolate and eerie, shrouded in silence, with not a single shadow in sight. Meals consisted only of cold rations, and when thirsty, I had to drink from mountain springs or streams. No matter what I asked, Wuka would not respond, insisting that I simply obey and behave.

The sound of wind howls by my ears, and all around is pitch black as I plummet rapidly into the deep abyss

A crack sounded. Blood splattered as the strong man's left hand was severed, falling to the ground, followed by his right hand, and then his entire arm. His eyeballs, mouth, and bodily organs detached one by one, scattering across the floor. In the end, only his two feet remained, stepping toward us, one by one, in the pool of bright red blood

I suddenly feel that fate has been too unfair to me

On this day, I, just turned seventeen, vanished into the territory of the Tang Dynasty

Once the carriage left the city of Luoyang and hit the outskirts, it began to run faster and faster, as if it had gone mad. Although I have never ridden a horse, I know that even the finest steed could not run this fast

I yawned, lay down, and fell asleep, while Wuka sat beside me, personally keeping watch

Four tall horses, their flesh and blood completely consumed, have transformed into four stark white skeletal horses, standing rigidly and motionless.

In the water pool, a hand resembling a bird's claw reached out, bony and emaciated, suddenly gripping the dwarf's throat. He struggled, being slowly dragged into the pool, his two legs still desperately kicking outside.

Reincarnation in the Desert? I repeated it blankly, the aching bones and the bloodstains on my collar reminded me that this was not a dream

He seems to have gone mad

The howling wind roars, and thunder crashes. The horizon sparkles with zigzagging flashes of lightning, resembling fiery serpents dancing wildly.

Strangely enough, the electric rain falls near me, veering off course, while not a drop of water touches my surroundings

The rain gradually ceased, and bright clouds appeared in the sky. Wuka let out a sigh and released me. My poor first embrace was unexpectedly claimed by an old man.

Where is this place? I opened my eyes and looked around in confusion. The blazing sun overhead was dazzlingly bright, with not a breath of wind; the air felt like a mass of solidified steam

With a loud bang, as my backside hit the ground, stars exploded before my eyes, and I suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing unconscious.

With a thud, before I could finish my words, a lump of charred meat fell to the ground. Damn it, this guy Wuka really can take the heat; he actually lasted that long! I walked over and kicked him aside with a swift kick

The sinister laughter of Wuka echoed in my ears, and a powerful force suddenly surged forth, seizing me and propelling me towards the deep pit of the grave

I actually didn't die

When one is under the eaves, how can one not bow their head? Although I curse Wu Ka in my heart, cursing him all the way to his mother and grandmother, I still wisely heed his orders.

The North

The dwarf's small eyes sparkled with greed as he hopped towards the oasis

I can hardly believe it, those two gleaming swords, could they be made of maltose syrup

After a long time, the raft gradually came to a stop

"How many delusional individuals have attempted to enter here?" Wuka sneered, "They are all exceptionally intelligent, having inadvertently uncovered the secrets of the Northern Region. Unfortunately, they can now only find themselves trapped in this vast sea of sand, reduced to livestock, enduring the endless suffering of reincarnation"

Damn it, what a treasure! If I move it back to Luoyang, I will become rich immediately! Could it be that Wuka came here just to find these treasures?

A drop of cold dew fell from the tip of the leaf, sliding into my neck, causing me to shiver involuntarily. Where exactly are Wuka and the books headed?

We are in a dark stone cave, filled with water, and Wuka keeps slapping me across the face, watching me wake up. Finally, he stops.

A wave of fiery heat surged to my heart, spreading throughout my body. I felt as if I were a volcano erupting, with flames boiling, blood vessels engorged, and my entire being filled with energy. It seemed that with a single punch, I could destroy the palace before me

Be honest. Wuka let go of me and pointed to a door behind the stone cave: "Go push the door!"

Feeling my swollen and painful face, I scrambled up and exclaimed angrily: "You bastard, why did you hit my face? Even if you hit me again, I am still better looking than you!"

The robust man suddenly turned around, smiled at us, and while laughing, walked towards us, his smile lines writhing on his face like strange earthworms.

The dwarf disappeared into the pond, and after a while, he suddenly leaped out of the water, transformed into a bright red mass of flesh. The skin had been completely peeled away, and the bloody muscles were bubbling, with blood blisters rolling off and bouncing on the grass

Master, look! The dwarf's eyes widened as he pointed ahead, where the sunlight shimmered like water, and a magical oasis emerged behind the thicket. Beautiful flowers, clear pools of water, and a lush green meadow were piled high with sparkling treasures.

I was so scared that I almost wet my pants; the monsters had not yet approached when they all fell down. The blue rain struck them, igniting sparks, and they burned fiercely, quickly turning into charred black remains.

I raised my head in confusion; the vast sea of sand stretched endlessly before me. The past sixteen years gradually drifted away with the floating raft.

My younger brother first saluted her

"Help me, help me!" Wuka rushed towards me in a panic

The North! It is truly the North!" Wuka exclaimed in a trembling voice, discarding the sheepskin map, his face filled with ecstatic joy

Get off the vehicle

The road has become increasingly difficult to traverse, often filled with large puddles and dense thickets of thorns. The ground is muddy and slippery; if one inadvertently steps in the wrong place, their foot will immediately sink in, and they will quickly be pulled down. If it were not for Wukala holding me back, there were several instances when I might have lost my life.

I exclaimed in surprise, "What is that?"

The beast bone lay before me, and for some reason, as I looked at it, I could not help but step closer, my mind a blank.

Behind the door stood a palace. Although half of the four pillars had collapsed, and the plaque was damaged and overgrown with weeds, the palace remained crystal clear and dazzling.

The next day at dawn, before I had fully awakened, I was forcibly dragged up by the dwarf

Wuka made a sound of acknowledgment and said, "I have found the medium."

Three figures emerged ghost-like from the thicket

I suspect he is just deceiving me, but I have not suffered any loss. Deep down, I actually hope that Wuka is a monster, as that would mean he might truly have the power to save me

I have imagined countless times embracing a beautiful young girl. However, an old, ugly, and terrifying man—Wuka—ruthlessly shattered my beautiful dream

I can't go on, I'm unable to move! I am gasping for breath, collapsed on the ground

The dwarf and I exchanged glances for a long time before we finally heard Wuka's hoarse voice: "What are you still dawdling for? Hurry up!"

A massive and terrifying beast bone appeared in sight

Whatever! After all, I am just a monk for a day, ringing the bell for a day. I am not afraid of dying now; I will just keep deceiving for food and drink.

After entering the swamp, Wuka was quite polite to me. I took a cold steamed bun handed to me by a strong man and devoured it.

Surrounded by dense forests, fields of purple lavender, and clear lakes, the green mountains stretch endlessly into the distance, while white clouds float in the sapphire-clear sky

Regarding my compliance, Wuka seemed somewhat surprised. He patted me and ominously said, "If you obey, you will survive"

The strong man let out a terrified shout

I felt a stir in my heart, three days? What a coincidence

On the surface of the lake, a gigantic snow lotus flower is in full bloom, and the second beauty is half-reclining within its petals. Her long, jet-black hair cascades down gracefully, swaying with the ripples of the water, devoid of any earthly presence. Her eyes, reflected in the water's surface, shine even brighter than the waves. The pure white robe does not conceal the undulating curves reminiscent of mountain ranges. She curls her legs, resembling a sleeping fairy, with a brilliantly colored long sword resting across her knees.

I was taken aback for a moment, what is that bastard from the picture book trying to do? Does he want me to sleep with him?

I gazed blankly at the surface of the lake, where my reflection, with long, fiery red hair, was wildly billowing in the water

Upon waking again, I heard the gentle sound of flowing water by my ear

Another day has quickly passed

The North? I was suddenly struck by images of fierce monsters and robed figures wielding swords. What exactly is the North? Why have I never heard anyone mention it?

Wow! Colorful substances spewed from the old man's mouth: fresh blood, entangled intestines, followed by red lungs and yellow liver. The old man painfully clutched his throat and collapsed to the ground

Wuka nodded: "Go in." The black robe spread open, swept up, and glided into the swamp. The old man with white hair and the strong man flanked me on either side, closely following behind.

With a loud roar, a burst of fierce flames erupted from the agate pillar, engulfing Wuka. Wuka let out a piercing scream, immediately catching fire: "Great Dragon Butterfly Demon King, I am here to pledge my loyalty to you!" In terror, he looked at the beast bones, struggling desperately in the flames

Throughout the night, the strong man did not sleep, as Wuka commanded him to keep watch

Do not go! The time has not yet come!" Wuka let out a cry, but it was too late

Wuka did not respond. Although this fellow saved me, he is not a good person. I recall some legendary stories told by the storyteller in Luoyang. The Northern Region, could it be the abode of deities and spirits

What is there for me to fear now?

The sound of the cough is both thin and sharp, as if something is trying to drill its way out from the throat.

At this moment, the sunset has just disappeared on the horizon

Yellow Sea

The first figure stood by the lake, turned slightly towards me, her golden short hair resembling a flame, dazzling to behold. Wet droplets of water slid down her soft, snow-white shoulders, glistening as they dripped onto her full back. Her prominent hips, long and creamy white legs, and delicate ankles were even more perfect than the goddesses depicted in ancient paintings. At her feet stood a golden shield, reflecting her milk-white body in a spectrum of colors.

A day quickly passed, and I had long lost the ability to distinguish between east, south, west, and north. In Wuka's hand, there was an old, yellowed parchment map, which he occasionally glanced at while continuing to lead the way

"Shut up!" Wu Ka shouted, his expression also quite grim. He anxiously glanced around, the red light in his eyes flickering on and off.

In the vast hall, not a single person could be seen. I mustered my courage and called out several times, but there was no response

A jolt ran through my heart, and I suddenly understood that neither the swords of the Daoist men and women nor the electric rain could harm me. This is precisely the reason why Wuka values me. Only by having me, this medium, can he successfully enter the Northern Territory

The robed man and woman shouted sharply, their long swords swinging fiercely as they slashed towards us

Holding my aching backside, I almost believed I had arrived in a fairyland. This was especially true when I saw three stunningly beautiful women, three extraordinarily captivating super beauties.

Wuka looked at me and said, "Then let's take a break."

Wuka had his back to me, engrossed in examining the sheepskin map, while the dwarf kept staring at me, making me feel uneasy. An old man with white hair sat on a tree stump, took out his pipe, tapped it against his heel, and placed it in his mouth. With a "pop," the pipe suddenly slipped from his grasp, and the old man began to cough violently

I suddenly understand that this is what Wuka truly desires

The heat continued to expand, and I could not help but shout, "Boom!" The ground shook and the mountains trembled, the sound was deafening, the palace exploded, and I was lifted by a tremendous force, shooting straight up.

I let out a scream, turned around, and saw the eerie, swirling eyes of the witch, unable to suppress the chill that ran through my entire body

What the hell, is there such a rush to be reborn

Wuka made the gnome throw away all the provisions and water. He tightly grasped my hand and moved forward, his slippery and slimy claws resembling those of a slug.

I curse his ancestors for eighteen generations! Wuka, you son of a bitch, you have no balls! I watched helplessly as the sharp blade approached, the coldness piercing my skin, and I cursed loudly. After all this time, Wuka came to send me to my death!

Congratulations, Master, for unexpectedly finding the medium before the deadline. The three fellows raised their heads, greedily staring at me as if my face were adorned with silver.

The raft glided swiftly over the yellow sands, as light as a leaf. Wuka crouched at the front of the raft, the wide hem of his robe billowing, brushing against the sea of sand like a rowing oar.