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

Amidst mountains of knives and seas of fire, with flames burning his heart, Shiga felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.

He walked alone on a road that seemed to have no end. All around him was endless darkness. The cold wind blew over his golden body and cut it apart inch by inch, like ice shattering. Without the protective magic, every step he took was a heart-wrenching pain.

Countless evil spirits howled in my ears, and twisted hands tore at my sides. After an unknown amount of time, the world seemed to be reduced to only black and white, shrouded in thick fog, withered trees and decaying stumps.

His pupils were empty, as if he didn't know where he was or could hear anything.

He wandered aimlessly, his body covered in shackles and chains, like someone who had committed a grave sin.

Amidst the cold clanging of the shackles, he let everything in hell wound him until he bled profusely.

Until, a petal as light as a snowflake fell from nowhere, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, stirring up countless ripples.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the vengeful ghosts wept bitterly.

The petal drifted down, and wherever it passed, it seemed to bring a light rain to this hell. The rain added color to hell, and the surroundings were no longer a despairing black and white, but a place of flowing light. Even the wind that blew by was gentle.

The purple petals, like a pair of gentle hands, softly landed on Shiga's shoulder, wiping away the gloom from his body, restoring his radiance, and soothing his wounds.

Between heaven and earth, a figure appeared faintly behind him, seemingly embracing him gently.

The phantom buried its head in Shiga's neck, leaned close to his ear, and softly called out, almost choked with emotion: "Master..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Shiga's empty pupils seemed to suddenly focus.

The world before his eyes gradually became clearer, as did his perception.

As Shiga gazed at everything before him, the illusion dissipated, and beneath his feet lay a tranquil lotus pond.

The lotus pond shimmered with precious light, shrouded in ethereal mist.

He stood on the lotus platform, but what fell around him were not lotus flowers, but alluring roses.

The scent of the rose seemed to envelop him, and Shiga's hand, hanging at his side, trembled uncontrollably.

He hesitated, his pupils seemingly filled with blood, and after a long while, he finally closed his eyes.

Like a dream, fleeting as dew or lightning.

At this moment, however, it was his only solace in his despair.

He remained motionless, as if he were one with the silence of heaven and earth.

Finally, the shimmering light began to move, and the sky gradually brightened.

Hell is about to dissipate, and the phantom behind him seems to be leaving as well.

Shiga suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils displaying two colors, one red and the other black, like congealed blood or endless tears.

He raised his hand and covered the hand that was wrapped around his shoulder, his movements gentle, as if afraid of breaking him.

A very soft sound drifted in the wind, as if trying to hold on, and then brushed past the illusory figure behind.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with countless silver strands.

The wind, after its plea, seemed to spread a lingering sense of longing.

Shiga remained silent for a moment, then spoke softly, his voice almost inaudible.

He said softly, "Stay..."

However, at this moment, the dream cruelly shattered.

Everything around him vanished like smoke, and Shiga suddenly turned around.

The illusory figure behind him was gone, and the rose was gone too, leaving no trace.

He couldn't grasp a single thread, and stood silently in place, his heart and soul heavy with sorrow.

……

When Jiang Xiyu woke up, he was in a daze.

He stared blankly at something for a while, until he belatedly felt the gaze on his face and suddenly snapped out of his daze.

Jiang Xiyu turned his head to follow the gaze and saw that Yuejia was looking down, staring intently at him, while he himself seemed to be leaning against Yuejia's chest, with two arms around his waist, his wide sleeves like clouds.

When Yuejia saw that he was awake, her expression was indifferent, but she showed no intention of letting go.

His gaze seemed to casually sweep over the red tinge at the corners of Jiang Xiyu's eyes before settling on his pale face. He asked indifferently, "Awake?"

Jiang Xiyu looked at that face and was momentarily flustered. After a moment, she realized that she had returned to the demon realm and was actually lying in Yuejia's arms.

He stirred, as if to get out of Yuejia's arms.

The two arms wrapped around his waist were still tightening their grip, seemingly with a hint of anger.

Yuejia's voice turned cold as she frowned and asked, "Where to?"

Jiang Xiyu was also quite weak. After hesitating for a moment, she replied softly, "I'm having trouble breathing..."

Upon hearing this, Yuejia's expression remained unchanged, but she subconsciously loosened the grip on her hand.

However, Jiang Xiyu still couldn't get out of his arms.

In fact, Yuejia is tall but not just bones.

That body had long been nourished to perfection by precious herbs. Jiang Xiyu leaned against it slightly, feeling as if he were leaning against some warm and soft jade.

Moreover, he was still struggling to shake off his grief, and seeing that his struggles were futile, he gave up and stopped moving.

However, as he leaned against the person behind him, a bitter feeling inevitably welled up in his heart.

Seeing the worry in his eyes, Yuejia narrowed her eyes slightly.

He knew in his heart who was causing the sorrow of the person in his arms, and the pent-up frustration in his heart grew even heavier.

Therefore, compared to these emotions, the joy that arose last night because of the sudden return of the person in my arms seemed somewhat insignificant.

In particular, he stayed by his side all night, and the person he unconsciously called out to was someone else.

At that moment, this feeling of sullenness suddenly transformed into anger.

Suddenly, Yuejia lowered her head and bit Jiang Xiyu's neck.

Jiang Xiyu exclaimed in surprise, feeling a sharp pain.

He instinctively wanted to push away the person holding him, but then, remembering something, he silently endured it.

Seeing that he didn't move, Yuejia gradually weakened the force between her teeth.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the bite mark, as if trying to cover up the traces that had been left there before, even though those traces had long since disappeared.

Beneath her fair neck, prominent veins bulged and bite marks stood out.

Yuejia stared at the bite mark for a while, her crimson lips slightly pursed, and then, as if possessed, she placed a kiss on it to cover the bite mark.

Jiang Xiyu felt a shiver run through his body, somewhat confused about what he was doing.

After Yuejia finished kissing him, she didn't leave. Instead, she buried her face in his neck, feeling his breath and closing her eyes. It seemed that only by holding this person could she relieve the anxiety and pain that kept rising in his heart due to the shared feeling.

"Call my name... Xi Yu."