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

The wind passed by in an instant, like the gentle rustling of countless banners in the wind.

Shiga's soul glowed faintly within his body, flickering as if it might detach at any moment.

His consciousness gradually faded, but his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xiyu's face, as if he wanted to hide his features deep within his soul.

Even as he sensed his impending demise, all he could think about was how to stop himself from crying.

He wanted to comfort him, so he took out what he had hidden in his heart with trembling hands.

Those were strands of hair tied with a red string, intertwined in black and white, symbolizing a husband and wife's marriage.

The moment Jiang Xiyu saw it, she was stunned, and then her consciousness collapsed.

As Shiga's senses began to fade, he carefully placed the hair knot in Jiang Xiyu's hand and whispered, "This is for you..."

That illusion, as beautiful as a dream, was the only solace Shiga could find whenever he fell into suffering.

Although this was not their actual marriage, in a sense it was their marriage.

Just as the illusion was about to shatter, Shiga turned around as if by some strange twist of fate and led him out.

After receiving it, he cherished it as a treasure...

He actually... also regarded him as a treasure.

However, being in the human world, he had too many things he couldn't do, and the rules and regulations were all shackles that bound him.

Shiga gently stroked Jiang Xiyu's face. He could no longer see clearly, and the sounds around him gradually faded away.

He could not hear Jiang Xiyu's cries, nor could he hear the lamentations of heaven and earth.

"I'm leaving..." He gazed intently at Jiang Xiyu, whispering softly, "May Buddha have mercy and protect you, and I will... stay with you..."

Please don't be sad for me, okay? And please don't shed tears for me...

Since I cannot make you convert to my faith, then I will convert to yours.

For thousands and thousands of years to come, I will only be devoted to you.

Jiang Xiyu swayed, as if overwhelmed with grief, and knelt down, trembling as he lowered his head. Bloodstains, against all wishes, stained Shiga's robe.

He was panicked and at a loss, repeating each word carefully: "Master, don't go, don't leave me..."

Suddenly, all the images of Jiang Xiyu in Shijia's memory vanished before his eyes. Heaven and earth, the long years, loneliness and desolation all dissipated with his soul.

Finally, his hand, which had been resting on Jiang Xiyu's face, began to slide down weakly.

Jiang Xiyu was distracted and didn't notice, and the hand slipped from his palm, falling into the mortal world and stirring up a few blood-stained peach blossoms.

As fate dictates, the soul within the body dissipates like dust.

All the floating light and shadow around him solidified into an invincible lotus, but even the most beautiful scene could not conceal the fact that all that was left for Jiang Xiyu was an empty shell.

He reached out to grasp the golden lotus, but just as his fingertips were about to touch it, they suddenly slipped through his grasp, as if he could never hold onto it.

"no no!"

Jinglian watched all this, seeing the hysterical people, and closed her eyes in heartache.

Then he looked up at the Buddhas above the clouds and asked, "Why must loving someone come to this?"

But Buddha ultimately did not give him an answer, just as Buddha himself was unwilling to give his disciple an answer.

Therefore, the Buddhist disciple was ultimately willing to go to this point for the sake of one person.

He chose to give up everything to fulfill the wishes of the one he loved.

But the person he loved was clearly also deeply in love with him.

Purple roses suddenly emerged from the ground, accompanied by immense demonic power, forming a cage between heaven and earth.

The peach blossoms were shattered into blood rain by the demonic power. Jiang Xiyu's body was surrounded by dark, flowing light. He slowly raised his eyes and looked in the direction where his soul had left. His bewitching face was as white as snow, and dark, eerie purple gradually spread in his golden pupils.

Xiu Jie sensed that demonic power and formed hand seals to defend himself, but at the same time, he felt that his opponent had gone mad.

He was frantically trying to exhaust all his demonic power to preserve that wisp of divine soul.

Jinglian also had a solemn expression, because he noticed something unusual: the demonic power was mixed with ghost fire, which was clearly a sign that the demon core had been shattered.

The two exchanged a glance, both wanting to step forward and stop his self-destructive behavior, but the demonic power was so strong that they couldn't get any closer.

Jiang Xiyu carefully put down the person in his arms, then resolutely got up, wanting to chase after the departing soul.

However, just as Jiang Xiyu was about to chase after him, suddenly, a compassionate power surged within him, freezing his figure in place, and a golden lotus mark suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Looking at the mark, Jinglian guessed that it was left in his body by the Buddha.

It turns out, the Buddhist disciple had thought of everything...

The only person I didn't think about was myself.

The Buddha's light emerged from Jiang Xiyu's body and then gently embraced him, like a long-lasting hug, tenderly protecting him from behind.

Jiang Xiyu shuddered, and the dark purple color in his pupils slowly faded.

He stood quietly in place, feeling the demon core within his body being reshaped, yet in his heart, it felt as if something was rapidly being lost.

He couldn't bear to lose what was in his heart, so he forcibly reversed his demonic power and struggled violently.

But that invisible yet gentle force refused to let him go. Finally, the golden lotus mark between his brows lit up for a moment, and Jiang Xiyu's heart calmed down inexplicably, but tears still flowed uncontrollably.

Because he discovered that the force was erasing his memories of Shiga.

Within the cage of the blooming roses, the divine soul that belonged to Shiga was drifting further and further away from him.

Jiang Xiyu looked up, then suddenly laughed as if she had gone mad, a laugh tinged with tears, each word dripping with blood: "Master, how could you... how could you do this to me..."

"I haven't answered you yet. I also have feelings for you. In fact, I've always... always loved you..."

"Don't leave..."

At least, don't leave me like this.

……

As his demonic power dissipated, the cage that imprisoned his soul vanished like smoke.

Above the colorful clouds, lotus blossoms coalesce into a ladder, leading to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Shiga's soul condensed, and his spirit remained below the stairway to rebirth.

The Buddha, without sorrow or joy, gazed upon this earthly karmic connection. His chanting pierced through the clouds, like an echo from the heavens, resonating with countless wondrous things.

"Foolish child, why do you hesitate?"

Shiga raised his eyes slightly, gazing at the solemn Buddhas above the clouds, his expression as still as water.

With his five senses restored, he could faintly hear a sob in his ear. The sob was tangled and intertwined, as if someone was trying to hold him back and entangle him.

Shiga was lost in thought, or perhaps he wasn't thinking about anything at all.

Until the crying subsided, Shiga lowered his eyes, his gaze as calm as the moon reflected in a still pond.

Finally, guided by the Buddha's verses, he stepped onto the path to rebirth in the Pure Land.

In an instant, something slipped silently from the corner of his eye, but he didn't notice it.

One step, one lotus; never to be seen again by the mortal world.

Never again...