My Lover, Risen from the Dead, Is a Great Evil God

[This story has been revised many times and carefully proofread. For the best reading experience, please support the official version!] [Fragile, pale, slightly neurotic, gentle lamb-like bottom × possessive, obsessive, theatrical, scheming evil god top] Wen Yan's beloved boyfriend, Jiang Muli, died. He succumbed to a sudden, mysterious illness. Before he died, Jiang Muli held Wen Yan's hand and asked him to take him back to his hometown, Nanhai Village, and bury him on that quiet land far from the world. "And my soul will always be with you, Yanyan." * Nanhai Village still observes the custom of burial. Watching the coffin disappear into the dark earth, Wen Yan thought of how deeply and tenderly Jiang Muli had loved him, and was overcome with grief. * They say the seventh day after death is when the dead return. Wen Yan sat on the sofa, quietly waiting for Jiang Muli's spirit to come back. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled outside. The howling wind blew open the old door. Dragging footsteps slowly approached Wen Yan and stopped behind him. Silence. A cold hand rested on Wen Yan's shoulder. Jiang Muli's voice rang out, deep and pleasant, yet thick with the scent of earth. "Yanyan, I'm back." * Recently, the weather in Nanhai Village had been terrible. On yet another stormy night, Wen Yan nestled in Jiang Muli's arms, sleeping peacefully and happily. If only Wen Yan would open his eyes, he would see Jiang Muli's strange compound eyes blazing with frenzied fire, and the three pairs of black, scaly wings on his back, like shadows from a nightmare. "Ali, don't leave me..." Hearing his beloved murmur in his sleep, Jiang Muli placed a gentle, icy kiss on him. "I'm here. I am here now, I was here before, and I will be here forever." "Because across all of time and space, throughout the entire universe, I love only you." #Sanity-loss warning / Chinese-style horror / folk customs / traditional Lovecraftian flavor #A Chinese horror story, best suited to Chinese babies (just kidding) #Actually, it's a sweet love story with a dark, twisted, frenzied atmosphere ●Coming soon: The CEO's Glutinous Rice Ball Spirit Is Sweet and Adorable [Soft, fragrant, sweet glutinous rice ball spirit bottom × a goofy CEO top thinking, "Hnnng, why is my wife so cute? No, I have to be elegant"] Nuonuo is a glutinous rice ball that gained sentience. The master chef at the pastry shop was so careless that he forgot to fill it, leaving Nuonuo as a hollow rice ball! The shop got busier and more famous by the day, selling heaps of delicious-smelling pastries. Watching his old friends grow plump and round, then lie proudly in pretty gift boxes, Nuonuo could only huddle in a corner and wipe away his tears. Waaah, there can't be a pastry in the world less delicious than me, right? QAQ One day, a particularly luxurious car pulled up outside the shop, and a tall, handsome man stepped out. Nuonuo was stunned. The man was even better-looking than the prettiest pastries the master chef had ever shaped! (Nuonuo is a glutinous rice ball, so of course he can only compare things to pastries.) But Gu Chen Shuo hadn't come to buy pastries. As everyone knows, no domineering CEO likes sweets. Gu Chen Shuo's company planned to develop a new property on this shopping street. All the other businesses had accepted the relocation terms, but the stubborn master chef at this little shop flat-out refused to move. Today, Mr. Gu, famous in business for his iron fists, iron will, and heart of stone, had deigned to come here in person to see just what a mere holdout could possibly have going for him... "Thump!" Mr. Gu's long legs seemed to bump into something soft and squishy. "Tsk." Gu Chen Shuo clicked his tongue in displeasure and glanced down with narrowed eyes. A fair-skinned, pretty young man rubbed his nose, his big, bright eyes filled with tears. In a pitiful voice, he said, "W-Welcome... What would you like? All our pastries are really delicious." Gu Chen Shuo pulled out a black card. "I'll take everything." Secretary: "???" Mr. Gu, do you even remember why you came here? Nuonuo tugged on the man's clothes, his eyes brimming with tears. "Th-Then what about me?" Damn, what is this unbearably adorable creature! Gu's heart churned, but his expression remained calm. He smiled faintly. "Heh." He couldn't let anyone think he was the kind of silly CEO who instantly lost all self-control! Nuonuo's tears fell even faster. Waaah, it really is true that nobody wants to eat me. Even this man doesn't want me. What am I supposed to do... Gu Chen Shuo left with a trunk full of pastries. The man pressed the inner corner of his eye and frowned. Wait, what had he been planning to do again? Late at night, the refrigerator door creaked open, and a little rice ball sprang out with a "boing," transforming into an adorable young man. Nuonuo was doing something bad for the first time. He had secretly hidden among the pastries and followed the man home. Even if he was a defective product, he still wanted the human he liked to eat him. QAQ A big hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and lifted up the little glutinous rice ball spirit. "How did you get in here?" Nuonuo looked helpless and pitiful. "I... I'm a free sample..." Only later did Nuonuo realize that, to Gu Chen Shuo, he wasn't a defective product or a free sample at all. He was the most delicious, sweetest treasure in the whole world. The kind you could never get enough of. #The little glutinous rice ball will be filled to the brim one day (side-eye grin) #A cute, goofy, sweet little romance ●Coming soon: The Abandoned Doll Became My Perfect Lover [Fake gentleman, real monster, obsessive doll top × gentle, beautiful, little albino bird dollmaker bottom] At some point, the trend of "doll lovers" began to take the world by storm. As long as you had enough money, you could hire a dollmaker to create the perfect partner just for you. * There was a doll shop in the city. Its owner, Lin Ruozhi, possessed unmatched skill, yet had never created an ideal partner for himself. * Tonight, a violent storm raged. There shouldn't have been any customers, yet the doorbell kept ringing. Lin Ruozhi opened the door. There was no one there, only a pitch-black wooden box on the doorstep, filled with the scattered, broken limbs of a doll. * At last, Lin Ruozhi had his own doll lover: Yin Zhen. He was like an all-powerful god, yet became nothing but a devoted follower for Lin Ruozhi. At times, he even let his strangely feverish possessiveness show. But Lin Ruozhi knew it was all an illusion. Like every other doll, Yin Zhen had no soul at all. * At the once-in-a-decade dollmaker competition, Lin Ruozhi won the "Butterfly of Psyche," a treasure said to be able to give dolls a soul. That night, he lay in Yin Zhen's arms and placed the treasure inside his warm, broad chest. But the Butterfly of Psyche shattered. Because Yin Zhen's body was already packed full of souls. * Meeting Lin Ruozhi's fearful, trembling gaze, Yin Zhen gave him the same gentle smile as always. "Xiaozhi, do you remember the first defective doll you threw away when you were ten?" "Now, after going through every hardship imaginable, I've finally come back to you." "Are you happy?" #Set in modern society, not Western fantasy For more story ideas and completed works, check out my author page (￣3￣) Theme: Promote cremation, conserve land for funerals, and hold funerals in a civilized and economical manner