The man's name was Wen Fengjin, and his previous life's sleep lamp was a member of the same sect, deeply in love from a young age. In Wen Fengjin's words, they were a match made in heaven.
Originally, the two had planned to travel together for three years and then return to the sect to hold a wedding ceremony.
But they didn't expect that this journey would end in a farewell...
Wang Xiaomie: Couldn't they have not died? Look at this little flag saying "coming home to get married"!
In ancient times, people were very superstitious and pursued immortality. They practiced many medicines and caused a lot of trouble, wasting money and damaging themselves. The emperor and nobles were especially firm believers and sent many people to search for the elixir of immortality.
It was unfortunate or lucky for the two of them during their journey when they happened to save a person covered in blood. According to Wen Fengjin, his and the sleep lamp's previous life, was a person who was cold-faced but kind-hearted. Not only did he heal the man's wounds, but he also repelled several groups of people who came to assassinate him.
But they couldn't have foreseen that more and more assassins would come, and in the end, that person died. It was only before his death that he said he was sent by the emperor to find the elixir of immortality and entrusted the elixir to the sleep lamp.
The sleep lamp and Wen Fengjin knew that this was a hot potato.
But those people seeking immortality wouldn't let them go, even if the elixir were destroyed, those people would not believe it.
They immediately set off to seek help from the sect, but before they reached the sect, they were met with four waves of siege.
In the end, the two were no match, and when they fled into the deep mountains, the sleep lamp was already severely injured and on the brink of death.
Wen Fengjin wasn't faring any better, relying solely on his determination to save the sleep lamp, who was on the verge of death. The pursuers behind them seemed to be deliberately toying with them like a cat playing with a mouse, watching them cling to each other for survival.
At this point, Wen Fengjin suddenly exerted force on Wang Xiaomie's arm, causing him pain, as if he were immersed in his memories. His eyes suddenly turned a crimson color, scaring Wang Xiaomie into silence.
Wen Fengjin continued, later, in order to stay alive, the two decided to take the elixir. They didn't know if the elixir was genuine or fake, but they were pushed to their limits, so it was enough to survive!
Their love was so strong at that time, how could they live alone? They finally made the decision for the sleep lamp to survive as quickly as possible, but the sleep lamp deceived Wen Fengjin and secretly gave the elixir to him...
The elixir was real, but the effects of the elixir of immortality were not all good. Just look at the consequences of those in history who sought to become immortal by taking elixirs.
Although Wen Fengjin survived, the sleep lamp died. And Wen Fengjin also became a creature without a heartbeat, a body that couldn’t feel pain or die. He killed all those assassins and disappeared from people's sight while holding the body of the sleep lamp.
Many years later, the revengeful Wen Fengjin established his own organization and began to plunder rare herbs and treasures on a large scale, using any means to obtain the things rumored to bring people back to life.
Finally accumulating countless wealth, they built an underground mausoleum and discovered the legendary love tree.
But no one knew whether this tree could revive the sleeping lamp. However, despite trying all methods, Wind Jīn chose to accompany a body and lay it down in the ground, entering the coffin...
Under this love tree, the pain of lovesickness passed down for ten lifetimes.
Now, Wáng Xiǎomēi has truly returned to this body for the tenth lifetime and awakened...
After hearing this story, Wáng Xiǎomēi didn't know what to say for a moment.
Subconsciously, he did not doubt Wind Jīn's words. After all, the pain and hatred mentioned when the sleeping lamp died didn't seem fake, and Wind Jīn's actions of lying down in the grave also dispelled Wáng Xiǎomēi's doubts.
However...
"I really don't have memories of that time... and I've always been called Wáng Xiǎomēi, even if you say I'm the sleeping lamp now, I..." I can't make an excited expression like "The old dominant is back, I've missed you so much!"
"No problem," Wind Jīn looked down, showing a shallow smile, "I have what I wanted most by my side now, no matter in what form, you are still... "
"We can start over..." The zombie leader smiled meaningfully.
Wáng Xiǎomēi wanted to cry and show him that we're both like zongzi, what's the point of talking about love? Shall we be called the zongzi couple? !
Wait, no!
Wáng Xiǎomēi suddenly remembered something, "You took the elixir, haven't you become an immortal? Then you are no longer a zongzi, right? Do you have any way to turn me back into a human?"
When he woke up and discovered he had no body temperature or heartbeat, Wáng Xiǎomēi almost scared himself to death. He didn't want to be a zombie, being a zombie meant he could never reach the surface in his entire life.
"Zongzi?" Wind Jīn raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, zongzi means a zombie, hehe, sorry, I read too many novels," Wáng Xiǎomēi scratched his head.
"Zombie?" Wind Jīn furrowed his brow, the red pattern in the middle also moved, "After taking the medicine, I was equivalent to being dead. I don't need to eat, sleep, and can heal injuries quickly, but I lost my heartbeat and body temperature, not much different from a dead person. And you, after being taken care of by the tomb and the divine tree, have become an incorrupt zombie. At the moment, I have no way to resurrect your body."
So, isn't that still a zongzi?
Wáng Xiǎomēi's heart sank.
"Don't worry, even if you're a zongzi, you are the sweetest one," Wind Jīn embraced Wáng Xiǎomēi, again sniffing with his nose and touching with his lips.
Wáng Xiǎomē:"..."
Heh, men, they say it's good to meet you, but in reality, they can't wait to... Despite having expressed his thoughts, Wáng Xiǎomēi looked at the handsome face of the leader, and suddenly became bold—he reached into the leader's chest!
If there's a benefit, you've gotta take it, you bastard!
Even though Wáng Xiǎomēi was still in the dark about his past life, after more than twenty years, he couldn't resist touching the pretty boy he had just captured!
Wáng Xiǎomēi snuck a touch into the leader's chest and felt good about it!
At first, Wind Jīn was stunned, but then his eyes lit up, and he even bent down to let Wáng Xiǎomēi touch.
Sleeping lamp...
You have even begun to desire me...
Feeling the increasingly tender touch on his back, Wáng Xiǎomēi, who had been estranged by the gay community for many years, really felt that having such an affectionate (and most importantly, extremely handsome) zombie leader wasn't bad at all.
But... can zombies stone?
Let me just take a look... cough, no other meaning, just curious to take a peek...
Wáng Xiǎomēi secretly took a look at the leader's crotch.
With his arms around Wáng Xiǎomēi, Wind Jīn, oblivious to his lascivious thoughts, had no idea how bold society had currently become. (Boys must protect themselves when outside).
Still using his husky and magnetic voice, he gently cooed, "Sleeping lamp, call me Wind Jīn..."
What is called husky and sexy?
What is called irresistibly attractive?
Wáng Xiǎomēi didn't know, all he knew was that half of his shoulder was totally numb.
Wáng Xiǎomēi's face blushed, "W-Wind Jīn..." Why should I blush! As an experienced fujioshi for six years, I've seen everything.
Why did I so easily fall to worship his good looks? Heh, I—it's such a good-looking zombie!
"T-Then you can call me Wáng Xiǎomēi too." Calling himself "sleeping lamp" always made him feel like a stand-in.
Wind Jīn tilted his head, with the peach blossoms blooming behind him, his black hair and red crest, the blood-red pattern on his forehead, and the pair of narrow and long black pupils all resembled the final boss in the MMO that Wáng Xiǎomēi played.
Speaking as if he were a big boss, "Xiao Mie."
"..."
The name sounds like the big boss is just playing around with it!
Wang Xiaomie sighed, "Well, let's just call it Dream Lamp."
Just as the boss was about to say something, a ethereal voice suddenly sounded around them, like a faint singing of a woman, echoing eerily in the deep palace underground.
Wang Xiaomie shuddered and instinctively grabbed tight onto the boss next to him. Later, he realized that the person next to him wasn't even alive, and he himself had turned into a zombie, so what was there to be afraid of?
So he let go and, still feeling a bit creepy, looked around and asked, "What's going on here? Could there be other 'people' living in this palace?"
Wen Fengjin shook his head, and effortlessly helped Wang Xiaomie stand up, one hand on his waist, the other shaking his long sleeves, his face gloomy.
He said, "It's tomb raiders triggering the mechanism of the palace."
"Tomb raiders?" Wang Xiaomie subconsciously thought of a pile of TV dramas and novels he had watched before. There was a time when he was quite addicted to this genre of novels.
"Yes, in order to build this palace and revive you, I have traveled the world in search of exotic treasures. The palace contains countless legendary treasures and valuable items. Originally, I wanted to be buried with you. Before we couldn't marry in life, these were meant to be my engagement gifts to you..."
Wen Fengjin finished speaking, tenderly turned his head and caressed his face, "But now that you have awakened, I don't mind these anymore..." he said. His expression was still gentle, but his eyes were filled with distorted killing intent, "But today you've just awakened, they act too recklessly..."
"Dream Lamp, don't worry, I'll go and take care of them, alright?" The boss spoke gently, with an affectionate tone.
Wang Xiaomie almost couldn't hold back his trembling again!
Damn! There's a psycho here!
In front of him, Wen Fengjin looked like a terrifying ghost from a horror movie, exuding a chilling and creepy aura. Anyone would be terrified upon seeing him, as if he was naturally superior, sitting on a throne and smiling at the trembling people below.
"Can you wait here for me?" Wen Fengjin pointed to the coffin, "I will come back to accompany you as soon as I take care of them."
"Sleep in the coffin again?" Wang Xiaomie scrunched up his face, feeling genuinely creeped out by this thing.
"Well..." Wen Fengjin frowned, "Actually, you could have come with me, but you seem to have forgotten the martial arts you learned before, and your body is not like mine. Essentially, you are still a corpse. It's best to stay here to absorb the power of the trees. If you're away from this tree for too long, your body may decay."
Decay?
Wang Xiaomie looked at his pale hands, then touched his face, and finally silently turned over and climbed into the coffin, waving at Wen Fengjin.
The boss didn't say goodbye, nor did he send him off.
"Ha~" Wen Fengjin chuckled softly, looking at the silly look of him for a while, then took a few light jumps, and casually left the towering stone platform and the palace connected to the distant cliffs with a large iron lock.
As Wang Xiaomie lay in the coffin, he looked up at the peach blossoms on the tree, feeling a sense of leisure as if to say, "Ah, it's such a nice day today."
His mind was in a mess, thinking about his past and the things Wen Fengjin told him, as well as the days to come. As he pondered, he unconsciously closed his eyes.
The exquisitely carved red coffin, with the image of an ascending phoenix, was placed under the peach blossom tree, and the person in the coffin had black hair like a waterfall, spreading softly and was still able to reflect light on the soft red cloth in the faint light.
The gem-studded phoenix crown was firmly placed on his head, and the handsome and beautiful man had a body of snowy white and silky skin, which, under the falling peach blossoms, looked even more vivid, like a living person.
The red and black wedding dress was slightly disheveled.
As the peach blossoms fell into the coffin, even in the mysterious tomb, one couldn't help but want to wake up this waiting bride...
On the other side, several disheveled men with large packages and flashlights sat on the ground resting, some even holding guns. All of them had fierce looks, clearly not to be messed with.
The leading middle-aged man took out a map and began to speak.
"Uncle, where are we now? Why can't we see the big guy yet?" a man asked softly.
The middle-aged man frowned, "Now we are at this position," he pointed to a point on the map, "This tomb covers the area of three mountains, the identity of the tomb owner is still a mystery. It took many lives to obtain this simple map, and we've only just arrived here. The true burial chamber is still tens of thousands of miles away! We are currently just in the small courtyard in front of the tomb!"
"What? But we've already lost seven people! We can't afford to lose any more, can we?"
"Lose?" the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, "Let me tell you, even if we just move a stone from the top of the gate inside, we won't be at a loss!"
"This tomb has long ceased to be a secret. How many people have come in and out? Apart from one or two who had real skills and could run, they all died inside! Except for that one or two, who learned the inscription at the door of the tomb, what they sold for was worth it!"
The middle-aged man made a hand gesture to indicate a significant number, and smirked, "As soon as we enter the gate, we're set for life! We won't have to do this in our lifetime, we can enjoy a peaceful life!"
The middle-aged man didn't bother to lower his voice. The others listened and their eyes glowed with excitement, eagerly wanting to hear more from him.
The middle-aged man knew that the first group had lost too many people, and this group might be fearful, so he deliberately talked about the inscription on the tombstone.