Eleanor’s Peak of Life and Death Chapter 2

"I was already hopeless, but unexpectedly, spring came in the cold night of the 39th day of the lunar year. Could it be that God has mercy on the grass in the valley? I am afraid that the world is cold and harsh."

The clear and melodious voice of a Yue girl came to his ears, and her words were as tinkling as pearls and jade, but they made Asher Mo's brain hurt and the meridians in his forehead throbbed.

"What are you arguing about! Where did this crying ghost come from? Come here, beat this B!tch with sticks and send her off the mountain!"

After shouting this angrily, Asher Mo realized that something was wrong.

...Aren’t I already dead?

Hatred and chill, pain and loneliness pierced his chest and made him ache. Asher Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

All the things before death were like snow blown away by the wind, and he found himself lying on a bed. It was not the bed at the peak of life and death, but a bed carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes. The wood exuded a heavy scent of cosmetics, and the old bedding on it was pink and purple, embroidered with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water. It was exactly the kind of pillow and quilt that women in brothels would sleep on.

...

Asher Mo was stiff for a moment.

He knew where this was.

This is a tile house near the Peak of Life and Death.

The so-called "Wa Zi" refers to a brothel, which means "when you come, the tiles are together, and when you leave, they fall apart", meaning that the customers and fans should part ways in peace.

When Asher Mo was young, he was very dissolute for a period of time. He slept in this brothel for more than ten days in half a month. However, this brothel was sold when he was in his twenties and later turned into a wine shop. How could he appear in a brothel that no longer existed after his death?

Could it be that he had done too many evil things in his life, harming countless young boys and girls, so he was punished by the King of Hell to be reincarnated as a brothel servant?

Asher Mo turned over unconsciously while thinking about random things.

Suddenly, I saw a sleeping face.

...

What's going on!!! Why is there someone lying next to him?

A naked man!

This man has a childish face and delicate features. He looks fair and cute, and it is difficult to tell whether he is a male or a female.

Asher Mo had no expression on his face, but his heart was surging. He stared at the pretty boy who was immersed in his sleep for a long time, and suddenly remembered something.

Isn’t this the young waiter that I particularly favored when I was young? His name seems to be Rong San?

Otherwise, just call him Quinn Rong.

No matter whether it was the third or the ninth, it was not important. What was important was that the young man had contracted syphilis and had died many years ago, his body should have decayed. However, at this moment, he was alive and well, curled up beside his bed, his shoulders and neck exposed from under the quilt, bruised and purple, all traces of ambiguity.

Asher Mo frowned, lifted the quilt, and moved his eyes downwards.

...

I don't know if this Quinn Rong or San is called Quinn Rong. This little beauty Quinn Rong has whip marks all over her body, and her tender thigh, as white as mutton fat jade, is tied with several red ropes.

Asher Mo stroked his chin and sighed to himself: What a fun thing to do.

Look at this exquisite rope art, this skillful technique, this familiar picture.

Could it be that he strangled himself?

He was a cultivator and had dabbled in the subject of rebirth. At this moment, he couldn't help but start to doubt that he seemed to have come back to life.

In order to further verify his thoughts, Asher Mo found a bronze mirror. The bronze mirror was badly worn, but in the dim light, he could still vaguely see his own face.

Asher Mo was 32 years old when he died, which was already the age of thirty, but the face of the buddy in the mirror at this moment seemed quite childish. His handsome eyebrows revealed the arrogance unique to young people. He looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

There was no one else in the bedroom. So the tyrant of the cultivation world, the bully in Shu, the emperor of the human world, the supreme master of life and death, Asher Mo, the Immortal Lord, expressed his inner feelings honestly after a long silence.

"Hold..."

This Fcuk woke up Quinn Rong who was half asleep.

The beauty sat up lazily, the thin quilt she was wearing slid down her shoulders, revealing a large area of   dazzling white body. She held up her soft long hair, raised her pair of peach blossom eyes that were still sleepy, with a faint red smudge at the corners of her eyes, and yawned.

"Hmm...Mr. Mo, you woke up so early today."

Asher Mo didn't say a word. Going back more than ten years, he did like Quinn Rong, a charming and androgynous beauty. But now, at the age of 32, Ta Xian Jun suspected that he must have been crazy to think that such a man was good-looking.

"Did you not sleep well last night and have a nightmare?"

I am dead, do you think it is a nightmare?

Seeing that he had been silent and in a bad mood, Quinn Rong got up from the bed, walked to the carved wooden window, and hugged Asher Mo from behind.

"Mr. Mo, please pay attention to me. Why are you standing there in a daze, ignoring me?"

Asher Mo's face turned blue after hearing him hug him like that. He wanted to tear this little devil off his back immediately and slap him seventeen or eighteen times on his delicate face, but he held back in the end.

He was still a little dizzy and didn't understand the situation.

After all, if you are really reborn, then yesterday was still dumping with Quinn Rong, and he woke up and swollen the nose of people. This behavior was not different from the mental illness.

Asher Mo calmed down and asked casually, "What day is it today?"

Quinn Rong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "May 4th."

"Bingshen year?"

"That was last year. This year is the Dingyou Year. Mr. Mo is really a noble man who forgets things easily. The more time passes, the more time goes by."

Dingyou Year...

Asher Mo's eyes were dark and his mind was spinning rapidly.

In the year Dingyou, I was sixteen years old, and it had been just one year since the Lord of the Peak of Life and Death recognized me as his long-lost nephew. In this way, I jumped from a scabby lackey who was bullied by everyone to a phoenix on the branch.

So, am I really reborn?

Or is it just an empty dream after death?

Quinn Rong smiled and said, "Mr. Mo, I see you are so hungry that you can't even remember the day. Please sit for a while. I will go to the kitchen and bring you some food. How about fried pancakes?"

Asher Mo had just been reborn, and he didn't know how to deal with all this, but it was always right to follow the old ways. So he recalled his romantic appearance in the past, endured the nausea, and smiled and pinched Quinn Rong's leg.

"Very good, bring another bowl of porridge and come back to feed me."

Quinn Rong put on his clothes and went. After a while, he came back with a wooden tray with a bowl of pumpkin porridge, two fried pancakes and a plate of side dishes on it.

Asher Mo was a little hungry and was about to grab a piece of bread to eat, but Quinn Rong suddenly pushed his hand away and said charmingly, "I'll feed you, sir."

...

Quinn Rong picked up a piece of cake and sat on Asher Mo's lap. He was wearing a thin outer robe, and was completely naked underneath. He spread his tender thighs apart, touching Asher Mo's skin, and kept rubbing against him in an ambiguous way. The meaning of temptation was self-evident.

Asher Mo stared at Quinn Rong's face for a while.

Quinn Rong thought he was being lustful again, and said angrily: "Why are you looking at me like that? The food is getting cold."

Asher Mo was silent for a moment, thinking of the good things Quinn Rong had done behind his back in his previous life, and a sweet and intimate smile slowly spread across the corners of his mouth.

Lord Taxian has done a lot of disgusting things. As long as he wants, he can do anything, no matter how disgusting it is. At this moment, he is just acting according to the circumstances. Childish tricks can't faze him.

Asher Mo leaned back comfortably on the chair and said with a smile, "Sit down."

"I'm not... I'm sitting right now."

"You know where I'm talking about sitting."

Quinn Rong's face turned red and he spat, "Why are you so impatient? Why don't you wait until you finish eating...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, he was forcibly pulled up by Asher Mo, moved forward, and pressed down again. Quinn Rong's hand trembled, and the bowl of porridge fell to the ground. He gasped in shock and whispered: "Mr. Mo, this bowl..."

"Never mind."

"Well, then you should eat something first... um... ah..."

"I'm eating right now, aren't I?" Asher Mo held his waist, his dark eyes flickering with light, and Quinn Rong's beautiful face with her neck tilted back was reflected in his pupils.

In my previous life, I especially wanted to K!ss that bright red lips when we were in love. After all, this boy was pretty, pleasing, and especially good at saying things that moved me. It would be a lie to say that I had never been moved.

However, knowing what Quinn Rong had done behind his back, Asher Mo felt that this mouth stinked and he no longer had the interest to K!ss it.

There are many differences between thirty-two-year-old Asher Mo and fifteen-year-old Asher Mo.

For example, when he was fifteen, he still knew tenderness in love, but when he was thirty-two, all he had left was violence.

Afterwards, he looked at Quinn Rong, who was dying and had fainted because of what he did, and his pair of upturned eyes, which were full of undercurrents, narrowed slightly, with a sweet smile. He looked very good when he smiled, and his pupils were very dark and deep, and from certain angles, they would be stained with a layer of luxurious dark purple. At this moment, he smiled and lifted Quinn Rong's hair, lifted the unconscious man to the couch, and picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the ground and hung it on Quinn Rong's face.

He has always been vindictive, and it's no different now.

Thinking about how he had taken care of Quinn Rong's business in his previous life and even wanted to redeem him, and how Quinn Rong had collaborated with others to plot against himself, he couldn't help but curl his eyes with a smile and put the sharp ceramic fragments against Quinn Rong's cheek.

This guy is in the flesh trade. Without his face, he will lose everything.

This vulgar man would be like a dog, crawling on the street, kicked by boots, crushed, scolded and spit on. Oh, the thought of it made him happy physically and mentally. Even the disgust of Fcuking this man just now disappeared.

Asher Mo's smile became cuter.

As he exerted force with his hand, a trickle of bright red blood oozed out.

The drowsy person seemed to feel the pain. He moaned softly with a hoarse voice, and tears still hung on his eyelashes. He looked pitiful.

Asher Mo's hand suddenly stopped.

He thought of an old friend.

...

Then, he suddenly realized what he was doing. He was stunned for a few seconds, and finally, slowly, put his hand down.

He was so used to doing evil that he had forgotten that he had been reborn.

Now, all the things have not happened yet, the big mistakes have not been made, and that person... is not dead yet. Why should he go through the same old path cruelly and violently again? He can obviously start over again.

He sat down, one foot on the edge of the bed, and nonchalantly played with the broken porcelain in his hand. Suddenly he saw a greasy cake on the table, so he took it, peeled off the oil paper, and took big bites, his mouth full of crumbs and his lips shiny with oil.

This pancake is the specialty of this tile house. In fact, it is not very delicious. Compared with the delicacies he tasted later, it is like chewing wax. But after the tile house collapsed, Asher Mo never ate this oil-spinning pancake again. At this moment, the familiar taste of the pancake returned to the tip of his tongue again through the rolling past.

Every time Asher Mo swallowed a mouthful, he felt that the unreality of his rebirth was getting less.

After finishing the whole cake, he finally came back to his senses from his initial confusion.

He was truly reborn.

All the evil in his life, all the irreversible things, had not yet begun.

I didn't kill my uncle and aunt, I didn't massacre all the 72 cities, I didn't betray my teacher and ancestors, I didn't get married, I didn't...

No one is dead yet.

He smacked his lips and licked his teeth. He could feel a tiny ray of joy in his chest expanding rapidly, turning into a raging enthusiasm and excitement. He was a powerful figure in his lifetime, and had mastered all three forbidden arts in the human world. He was proficient in the other two forbidden arts, but the last one, "rebirth", was beyond his reach, even though he was extremely intelligent.

But I never thought that the things I couldn’t get during my lifetime would come true after I died.

All the reluctance, dejection, loneliness and other feelings in the past are still lingering in my heart. The scene of the peak of life and death, with flames blazing and the army approaching, is still before my eyes.

He really didn't want to live at that time. Everyone said that he was destined to be lonely and abandoned by his friends and relatives. In the end, he himself felt like a walking corpse, extremely bored and lonely.

But I don’t know what went wrong. A person as heinous as him could get a chance to start over after his death.

Why would he want to destroy Quinn Rong's face just to avenge an old personal grudge?

Quinn Rong was greedy for money. He took advantage of the butcher for free and stole some money. He only needed to give him a small punishment. He didn't want to bear the responsibility of killing a person for the time being.

"You're lucky, Quinn Rong."

Asher Mo said with a smile, exerting force with his fingertips and throwing the porcelain pieces out of the window.

Then, he emptied out all of Quinn Rong's fine jewelry and put them all into his own pocket. Only then did he calm down, slowly packed himself up, and leisurely left the tile house.

Uncle and aunt, cousin Finnegan Xue, master, and...

Thinking of that person, Asher Mo's eyes softened instantly.

Brother, I’m here to look for you.