After the Full-Level Boss Entered the Infinite Game By Mistake

Chapter 150.1 - Strange Yanwang Town

Bai Lixin opened the taskbar, there were 19 hours to go before the deadline for the task, [Disappearing Living Souls of the East].

The white-faced man had closed the door of the wedding room from the outside. There was a red candle placed on the table, and the bean-sized yellow candle flame danced around, making the shadows reflected on the wall also dance with the swaying of the candle flame.

A line of crystalline red wax slowly slid down the candle.

Bai Lixin stood up and went to the window.

The moment he opened the window, the two white-faced men standing guard outside turned around at the same time, their huge black eyes staring at Bai Lixin as they asked in unison: “What is it, bride? Is it because King Yama has delayed? The pretty bride should not be in a hurry, King Yama is coming at a gallop.”

Bai Lixin: “I need to pee.”

The men looked at each other in disbelief, and one of them said, “How strange, how strange that a living soul can have the urge to pee. Is it possible that…. you are a living?”

Bai Lixin: “Uh, it’s a urinary urgency. It was said that I’d meet King Yama soon, how come he’s so slow? He’s almost late. Where the hell is he?”

So living souls don’t need to pee?

The white-faced man tilted his head and said, “I’m surprised too, King Yama should have come earlier. Why is he so slow and late today?”

Bai Lixin: “Then go and call him.”

“No, no,” the two men hurriedly waved their hands, “King Yama is fierce and tough, he will kill me if I urge him.”

Bai Lixin simply put his arms on the window sill and calmly chatted with the two white-faced men, “Then tell me, King Yama marries a wife every now and then, where are they? Where have they all gone?”

The white-faced men paused for two seconds, and one of them spoke slowly: “King Yama is bitter and lonely, with no one to accompany him in his huge palace. He wants to marry a beautiful woman and have an heir; the joy of family is endless.”

Bai Lixin held his chin in deep thought.

Marrying a living soul to have a child?

Bai Lixin: “So what about the brides before me? Where did they all go?”

The white-faced man immediately replied, “Ashes to ashes ……”

The other white-faced man hurriedly covered the mouth of the man who was halfway through his sentence, “Don’t say it.”

The sound of heavy footsteps came from downstairs, and the white-faced men spoke in unison, “Greetings to King Yama, the delicate lady has entered the bridal chamber!”

When they finished, one of the white-faced turned to Bai Lixin, his tone urgent: “Bride, hurry back to the wedding bed, King Yama has arrived.”

Then, before Bai Lixin could say anything, the men quickly pushed him inside and closed the window.

Through the closed window pane, the not-so-clear sound of heavy footsteps mixed with heavy panting came from outside.

Bai Lixin sat on the edge of the bed, as quiet as a rabbit.

The moment the door to the room was pushed open, an eerie breeze poured in from outside.

The already pathetically weak light in the room was instantly dimmed, and all the candle flames went out at the same time.

Before it went out, Bai Lixin vaguely saw a red robe and a green demon mask.

Rough panting came from the doorway, the sound was heavy and fast.

The footsteps grew heavier as the man slowly approached.

Bai Lixin’s eyes were wide open, but he could not even see the blurred outline, his eyes were surrounded by thick darkness, and he could only hear sounds.

As the green demon mask drew closer, Bai Lixin’s hand hidden in his sleeve silently removed his dagger.

The sound grew closer and closer, and his body slowly tensed up under his wedding clothes.

Suddenly, there was an abrupt sound in his ears, like the muffled sound of something falling to the ground, and the ragged breathing and footsteps stopped abruptly.

There was still darkness before Bai Lixin’s eyes, and he couldn’t see anything. He tried to get his bearings and distance from the other man’s voice: “King Yama?”

A low, soft cough sounded.

The voice was gruff with a hint of huskiness and a little stiffness.

Bai Lixin froze at the sound and called out again, “What just happened, King Yama?”

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The faint moonlight filtered in through the window, and Dijia’s eyes burned as he stared at the young man in front of him, gulping secretly.

The other man’s eyes were staring at him listlessly, a faint white mist still covering his eyes.

At his feet was a fat, motionless figure.

Dijia tentatively reached out his hand and placed it in front of the young man. He waved it twice, but the young man’s eyes remained dull and completely unfocused.

After making sure that the young man could not see him, Dijia used the moonlight to carefully and patiently look at the young man before him.

His hair was shimmering in the moonlight, and his already delicate and fair skin looked even more so under the red wedding dress.

The man’s eyes were warm and a little arrogant, and his nose was straight and delicate.

The man’s eyes slowly moved down and landed on the other person’s luscious lips.

Although the moonlight was hazy, he could see them clearly.

The man thought for a moment, and with a casual wave of his well-defined fingers, the red candle that had just been extinguished was immediately re-lit.

The room was instantly brightened up. This was not like the intense, unbridled white of the day, but by the soft, feminine light of the night, and beneath the dusky light, the young man’s already stunning face became more alluring. He looked helpless, his dull eyes filled with fear.

The slightly parted red lips seemed to be asking for a kiss.

His temperament gave off a cold and fragile beauty.

Dijia lowered his voice and answered in a low voice: “Yes, I am.”

The young man was visibly stunned for a moment. He turned his head in Dijia’s direction, and his unfocused siren eyes were redirected towards him.

There was a rustle of clothes as Dijia slowly walked up to the young man, his face almost pressing against the other party’s.

He sniffed gently, and a faint, cold fragrance burrowed into his nose.

It was a light scent, a bit like the fragrance of snow lilies growing on the top of a thousand-meter plateau of snow-capped mountains.

The young man did not notice his approach and continued to blink his innocent and frightened eyes.

The distance was so close that Dijia could even see the bright stars in the other man’s eyes. He looked at them exceptionally carefully and realized that there were not really stars in the young man’s eyes, but that the other man’s eyes were already very bright, in addition, the pupils of his eyes were so moist that the light made it seem as if there were thousands of bright stars in them.

The young man’s warm breath hit his face like a gentle May breeze.

“What can’t I see?” The young man staggered back with his hands propped up against the bed, the watery light in his eyes trembling slightly, “Am I blind?”

“No,” Dijia adjusted his voice, and said in a slow voice, “They will be fine in a moment.”

“You’re not the one who just came in,” Bai Lixin frowned, suddenly reaching out to attack the other party. “That man was breathing heavily, you’re not, who the hell are you?”

Dijia quickly and easily trapped the young man’s hand on the large red bed, glancing at the body on the floor in disgust and whispering, “I am indeed not that fake King Yama.”

“I heard that Yama was marrying a wife, so I came to take a look,” Dijia gazed down at the young man, whose breathing was getting a little rapid, and the other man’s chest was beginning to rise and fall violently from his impatient breathing.

The thick, large red wedding dress rose and fell slowly, revealing the fair skin hidden below his collarbone.

The young man was a little dazed: “Let go of me.”

Dijia easily trapped the young man with one hand and placed the other on the other’s forehead, slowly moving down the other’s features, before stopping at the neckline of the big red wedding dress.

The warm, delicate touch wrapped around his fingers like a suction cup, and Dijia’s breathing became heavier.

He had wanted to do this the moment he saw the young man at the river yesterday, but the majesty of King Yama had prevented him from doing so.

The young man looked a little frightened, and Dijia’s fingers only touched his collarbone and neck before slowly withdrawing.

He suppressed the stirring in his heart and spoke slowly: “I saved you this time, but you won’t be so lucky next time.”

“You’ll only put yourself in danger if you overestimate your abilities. You won’t always have someone saving you from the fire.”

“This is your punishment,” Dijia held the corner of Bai Lixin’s lips, his eyes darkening as he looked at the young man’s lips deformed by his fingers and spoke harshly, “remember the despair from today.”

Then he let go of the other man’s slightly swollen lips with some reluctance, saying, “I will let you off this time, but if there is another time, it will not be as simple as now.”

Dijia looked into Bai Lixin’s eyes, the white mist covering his eyes was dissipating, and the latter was about to regain his vision.

Without further ado, Dijia stood up from the bed, his cold voice coming out of his mouth against his conscience: “I’m leaving, take care of yourself.”

I’m sorry, Bai Lixin; I didn’t want to hurt you like this, but if I don’t scare you, you’ll surely continue to take risks in the future.

Dijia quietly left a second before Bai Lixin regained his sight.