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

The bloodstains spreading down her neck seeped into her collar, and as those words fell, they seemed to freeze, settling on the most vulnerable and warmest corner of her heart, making Jiang Xiyu's teeth chatter with cold.

He wasn't sure what he had heard. His ears rang for a moment, but the sentence didn't disappear with the ringing; instead, it became clearer in his mind.

Who are you calling?

Who are you calling?

Who?

That cold tone, that indifferent manner—Jiang Xiyu realized something almost instantly, but before he could react, his heart turned completely cold.

Yes, Shiga...

The person behind him was Shiga.

Surprisingly, at this moment, it transformed back into Shiga.

Upon realizing this, Jiang Xiyu trembled uncontrollably, her heart filled with immense unease.

He opened his lips, but no sound came out.

The aura emanating from the person behind him was fierce and no longer gentle. It enveloped Jiang Xiyu like a snow mountain collapsing, with layers upon layers of snow pressing down.

Jiang Xiyu was silenced, as if someone had sealed his mouth, preventing him from uttering any words of explanation.

But he didn't know that his silence at that moment was like a chain pulling him down into hell.

As the person behind them was dragged inside, they seemed obsessed, frenzied, yet also eerily calm, asking again in a low voice, "Who are you calling?"

When he held him, who was he thinking of?

When he bit him, who was he thinking of?

……

Shiga was never attached to anything, but at this moment, he was in a strange state of being controlled by his inner demons. He was waiting for the demons' answer, waiting for them to tear him apart, waiting for them to push him into the deepest hell with their own hands.

However, that person remained silent for a long time.

He was trembling; he was terrified…

Shiga's figure finally moved.

He belatedly wondered: Did I scare him? Is he in a lot of pain?

Shiga lowered his eyes, his gaze as dark as the cold night.

He stared blankly at Jiang Xiyu's back, then slowly reached out his hand.

Cold fingertips brushed over the bite wound on my neck, where traces of pain remained.

But whose pain is that?

do not know……

So even though it was such a gentle movement, tender as a lover's comfort, it was devoid of any romantic or ambiguous feelings. Instead, it caused Jiang Xiyu pain so intense that she could hardly breathe and was drenched in cold sweat.

Shiga's fingertips brushed against his neck, and he could vaguely feel the blood flowing beneath his skin.

That blood, so hot, yet so bitter, lingered on the lips and teeth like a deadly poison. It wouldn't break you; it would only drive you into a calm madness.

Peaceful...

They committed sins and broke the precepts.

Do not kill living beings, do not eat at inappropriate times, do not eat fishy or filthy food, and do not corrupt your compassionate heart.

In the mural, Vajra glares angrily, and Buddha stares coldly, as if silently condemning his sins.

Shiga's face was cold and frosty. He calmly accepted the condemnations, only hoping that this person would turn around...

Suddenly, as if to rebuke his delusions, a thunderclap erupted from the vortex atop the Buddhist cave.

In an instant, the earth shook and the sound was deafening.

The blinding lightning, like a delusional thought, twisted and darted about.

Shiga didn't even raise his eyes. Lightning flashed like dew, illuminating his face, one side as pale as snow, the other as cold as a demon.

His deep eyes seemed to be filled with wisps of eerie red.

Even though it vanished like smoke in an instant, its aura still uncontrollably exuded a powerful pressure.

Jiang Xiyu had nowhere to avoid it, so she slowly turned around.

He slightly raised his eyelids and met a gaze.

The dim light made the person's features appear dark and indistinct. When he stared at me, his gaze was indescribable. I only knew that the color within it seemed to be three times thicker than the endless cold night, and it seemed to be eerily close to the vortex containing hidden lightning on the top of the cave, as if it could fall down at any moment.

That gaze made Jiang Xiyu's heart stop beating, and he involuntarily took a step back.

Shiga watched him silently, without saying a word.

Under that gaze, Jiang Xiyu wanted to escape, but felt as if her feet were rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Finally, unable to bear the other person's cold demeanor, his voice came out dryly, as if squeezed from his throat.

He called out softly, his voice trembling at the end: "Master..."

"Master, I..."

Jiang Xiyu's mind raced as she tried to explain, but when she opened her mouth, she was completely bewildered and couldn't utter a word.

What to say?

You're saying I wasn't calling you?

To say that I've been lying to you all along? To stop you?

To say that our meeting was nothing but a conspiracy, to say that the backlash you suffered for your good deeds was actually the result of my indulgence in sins…

Jiang Xiyu thought about it a lot, but in the end, the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

He repeated the soft call to himself, but remained silent.

Shiga lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, remaining motionless.

So, after a long silence, he was finally pushed off, his face indifferent, so indifferent that it seemed deathly pale.

He gripped the prayer beads in his hand tightly, and the beads rubbed together, making a faint, grating sound.

Just as Jiang Xiyu was about to speak, Shiga suddenly took a half step back, widening the distance between them.

The apology that Jiang Xiyu was about to say suddenly became stuck in her throat.

Shiga remained silent for a long time, feeling the surge of energy within his body, and then said very softly, "That's enough."

I don't want to know anymore...

Shiga was the first to look away, and when he looked up, his gaze seemed to fall somewhere else.

Another thunderbolt struck overhead, its flash reflecting in his eyes as if questioning him.

Does it mean you don't want to know, or do you already know?

Why, knowing that everything is like a dream, still feel greed...?

Jiang Xiyu was flustered by the word "that's all," and he hurriedly explained, "Master, it's not what you think, just now I..."

Before any explanation could be uttered, a cold finger pressed against his lips.

The temperature that emanated from it was icy cold, like snow falling on my lips.

Jiang Xiyu's thin lips were slightly parted, but she hadn't had time to close them yet.

Shiga lowered his eyes to stop him from speaking, indicating that he did not need to say anything more.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes looked red, as if they had been rubbed sore.

He looked at Shiga and noticed that there seemed to be traces of his blood still on Shiga's lips.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes trembled slightly, as if the wound on her neck was bleeding again.

A thought suddenly welled up in his mind, a thought that made his nose sting with tears.

I have disrupted the monk's practice again.

Shiga looked into his eyes as if he were looking into a hazy landscape, his eyes remaining completely still.

But the fingertips that had been resting on the other person's lips never moved away.

Jiang Xiyu tried to explain.

Shiga stared into his beautiful eyes, as if he wanted to say something, or as if he didn't want to say anything at all.

Finally, he focused everything on that last glance.

Shiga suddenly withdrew his hand, turning away as if he didn't want to see him anymore, his knuckles curling slightly.

Unconscious.

He stared expressionlessly at the thousand Buddhas in the mural.

In the gradually brightening shimmering light, his face was snow-white and cold. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something amusing, a faint, indifferent smile appeared on his lips, not deep, yet seemingly utterly detached.

The bloodstains on his lips spread deep into his bones.

He experienced immense suffering through empathy, and upon his return, he was utterly exhausted.

However, he was stubbornly obsessed with finding an answer.

Even though the answer is obvious.

Shiga closed his eyes, his words sinking along with his heart.

As he sank to the bottom, his voice became quiet and hoarse, almost inaudible.

He said, "You should go..."