Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

The next day, it was still dark.

When Jiang Xiyu woke up, Shiga Chanding was no longer there in front of the table.

The candlelight had died down, and the room was cold and desolate.

He stared blankly for a while before sitting up.

Thinking that at this time, Shiga probably went to the main hall early for his morning prayers.

Jiang Xiyu then left a note explaining that after returning to the demon realm, he disappeared from the spot.

Half an incense stick later, footsteps approached from afar.

Shiga arrived with a bowl of medicine, but the person on the meditation bed was already gone.

He paused quietly for a moment before calmly walking to the altar and placing the medicine bowl in front of the Buddha shrine.

The meditation room was dimly lit, and the paper strips on the table gleamed with a faint golden light.

Shiga walked over, and after reading it, his robe brushed against the table.

Something was vaguely moving inside the sleeve.

Shiga reached out, and the kitten in his sleeve fell into his palm.

He paused for a moment, and then a ripple seemed to surge in his usually still eyes.

After a long while, he closed his eyes again and gripped the cat sculpture in his hand tightly.

……

In the demon realm, the aurora borealis floats, and the rose of Sharon exudes a strange fragrance.

The candles inside the Demon Emperor's Palace had been extinguished, leaving a dim atmosphere occasionally pierced by faint light from outside, which shone on the hanging gauze curtains, creating a dreamlike scene.

Despite the tranquil atmosphere, the person on the couch was not sleeping peacefully.

On the contrary, after suffering divine punishment, Yuejia did not get a good night's sleep because of the burning pain in her heart and the shared feelings.

After the divine punishment, he could no longer sever his empathy with Shiga.

This made him very anxious, and he worried every day that his identity would be exposed.

Strangely enough, even though the empathy had been activated, Shiga still didn't make any move.

This made Yuejia suspect that Shiga might also be in trouble because of the empathy, and it was this trouble that made him unable to find her for a short time.

After all, if Shiga knew where he was through empathy, he would definitely subdue him as soon as possible.

Thus, Yuejia remained suspicious for several days, until he was almost certain that something must have happened to Shijia.

However, since he could not get close to the Compassion Temple, he had no way of knowing what the problem was.

Therefore, Yuejia could only investigate through empathy.

The reason for the incident was not found, but Yuejia was able to sense someone's state of mind through it.

It is said that those who attain Buddhahood see through the illusions of the world and have a heart as still as water, as if nothing in this world can shake their Buddha-nature in the slightest.

A Buddha has no distracting thoughts, nor does he have any concept of cause and effect.

But ever since Tiancheng's reckless actions that night, Yuejia could clearly sense that Shijia had developed a distracting thought.

Even if this stray thought is as tiny as dust, falling into still water, it seems unable to cause any ripples.

However, it is enough to make a Buddha, who has no emotions or desires, have even a fleeting, delusional thought.

Although Yuejia didn't know what Shijia was greedy for, he knew who had caused this emotion...

For example, even with his eyes closed, a figure involuntarily appeared in his mind.

That figure lingered in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the tighter his heart felt as if it were being bound by threads.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the thread in her heart abruptly dissipated, and Yuejia felt as if she had fallen into a dark and boundless stagnant pool.

The stagnant water froze over, its frost biting cold.

Yuejia clearly sensed that loneliness and coldness, trapped within it, her whole body almost unable to move.

Only when the familiar figure reappeared before him did the stagnant water around him seem to begin to flow again.

Amidst the shimmering water, the scene that appears is one of red curtains and wedding candles.

That was an illusion created by the pigeon demon.

On that occasion, Yuejia saw through the eyes of the pigeon demon the dream conjured by Jiang Xiyu's greed.

From their first meeting to their wedding day.

However, this time, it was not him who married Jiang Xiyu.

In the scene, surrounded by wedding attendants, is a monk dressed in plain robes.

He is like the bright moon, or like a holy Buddha made of crystal, so noble and solemn that no one may desecrate or offend him.

He was so out of place amidst the flamboyant red surrounding him, yet he did not resist, taking that step into this marriage-like place, as if it were the mortal world.

He and the handsome man on the high platform bowed to heaven and earth and entered the bridal chamber.

They tied their hair together in the bridal chamber and clung to each other under the red curtains.

His face showed no sorrow or joy, no desire or want, yet he held the groom in his arms, their necks intertwined intimately, allowing him to take whatever he wanted.

The extreme interplay of white and red creates an incredibly eerie yet breathtaking scene.

Yuejia's gaze instantly fell on the groom's face; at this moment, he was an insider.

But for a moment, he seemed like an outsider, standing in the bridal chamber, quietly watching the monk and the groom's wedding ceremony.

At that moment, a gust of wind arose.

The red candles are extinguished, and the red curtains are drawn.

Everything before my eyes began to vanish with the wind.

Yuejia's soul was uncontrollably drawn towards the body, but just as it was about to merge into the monk's body, it seemed to be blocked by something.

The monk held the back of the neck of the person in his arms, buried the person behind his shoulder and neck, and indifferently raised his eyes.

His face was exactly the same as Yuejia's, but his eyes were as cold as still water, and his cold face was full of frost and icy killing intent.

Suddenly, those eyes, which had been filled with stagnant water, began to turn blood red.

Until that crimson hue, like a gluttonous moon, completely devoured his eyes.

Yuejia finally gained control of that body.

But the person in his arms, for some unknown reason, turned into dust and scattered with the wind in an instant.

Yuejia, as if possessed, raised her hand to try and hold on, but in the end, she couldn't keep anything.

……

An indescribable emotion suddenly spread from my heart, as if a thousand threads were pulling at my heart, and with each breath, the threads bled, making me tremble uncontrollably.

It felt like a raging fire burning my heart, like being surrounded by thorns.

Yuejia suddenly opened her eyes, startled awake from a dreamlike illusion, her eyes so red they looked as if they were about to bleed.

Suddenly, the fragrance of roses approached.

Yuejia raised her eyes and stared intently at the figure that walked in.

Through the hazy veil, through the faint light and shadow, she was so close, yet it felt as if she had turned into dust and scattered in his arms, utterly distant...

He slowly approached, his alluring face gradually revealing itself in Yuejia's red eyes.

And so, the lingering, indescribable emotion in his heart finally became clear to the eyes of those who came.

Whose heart is that?

My dreams are in turmoil, my soul is haunted by them.

Longing, yearning...