"N-negative? " Liam felt her heart ached.
"Yes and-" Old Meng glanced at the gate which was trembling. At any moment her seal would be broken. She needed to hurry.
She turned to Liam. Old Meng's eyes studied the red lines of fate that were tied to Liam's soul. The knot was more complicated than before.
"Hmm..you are confused and you are lost. The influence of regrets in your heart and soul got bigger. "
"Wha-"
"It means you did not pass. You have to enter to the gate again and find it." Old Meng gestured for Liam to enter the gate.
"Wait. I don't get it. How come I-"
"And also-" Old Meng peeked once more at the gate she sealed, it was slowly breaking pieces by pieces.
"Goodluck."
Old Meng then gave a look at Jack and Jill. Jack, the good boy who was holding Liam understood the look, he threw her to the gate without hesitation.
"Wait!!!!! G*ddammit! " Liam's cursing was swallowed by the gate as her soul was sucked into it.
At the same time she vanished, the seal was finally broken.
A man in a bright pink servant gown appeared from the gate. His beautiful face was dark as he stormed angrily towards Old Meng.
He then pointed his jade-like fingers to the bright pink gown he was wearing, "Burn it for me." He said with gritted teeth.
Old Meng, Jack and Jill, looked at him up and down with schadenfreude. Their eyes were bright seeing this rare occasion.
Who would have thought that there would be a day when they would witness this man wear something aside from black and white? They imprinted his figure in the bright pink dress. Old Meng made sure to make a copy of it and sell it to the underworld market. Who would not reject this rare and beautiful sight?
The man felt the three's stare. His quick mind caught on what Old Meng was thinking. His eyes flashed darkly.
"Old Meng, don't test me. After my trial, if I find just one picture of myself in the market, I will make sure to fire you. No matter the cost." He said threateningly.
He loosed the collar of his dress.
This was the dress that that damn woman, whom 'he' loved in that world, given to him.
His damned self clung to this dress like his life was depending on it. He actually killed a lot of innocent men just because of this freaking dress.
He remembered how he put this dress every year to meet her tomb. He would stand there in front of her tomb talking about shitty love and how shittingly beautiful this dress was that was given to him by his dear wangfei. The man wanted to kill that memory. It was such a shame for him!
He even died wearing this freaking dress!
The man had never felt this humiliation in his entire lives. This was the first that something like this happened to him.
As a spiritual being who have higher status than normal souls, he has his own spiritual body and own clothes. When he woke up and came to himself, he realized how f*cked up he was in that world. And he even used his own spiritual ties to this fucking dress!
Now, he can't burn it no matter what. It became a part of him. A part of his soul. Since he couldn't burn it by himself, he needed someone's spiritual strength to burn the dress for him.
Old Meng shook her head.
"I apologize, fellow Daoist. But we, the staff, couldn't interfere when a disciple of god was under trial. I will help you once you finished your trials."
The man's beautiful face contorted to anger.
"You are kidding me. You just have to snap your finger and this disgusting existence will be erased. Don't challenge me."
Old Meng ignored his anger. No matter how outstanding disciple this man was, he could not touched her. A folder appeared in her hand.
"Fellow Daoist, I know you are aware that you have done terrible things in that world, unbefitting of a disciple of one of the twelve great gods."
The man lowered his angry eyes. Of course, he knew. He really screwed up in that world.
And what aggrieved him more was he did those crazy things just for a woman, a not so sane woman to be exact.
"I am aware. This is a shame I will carry."
"Good thing you've done well in your previous trials in different worlds. All of them get A's while this one, tsk, get F. A billion of credit was deducted from your stats."
The man furrowed his brow. He amounted trillions of halo of luck for a thousand of years.
To be an official personal apprentice, just one step below a normal god, he needed to gather countless of halo of luck. That's why chosen disciples like him need to enter different worlds and gathered this halo.
However, they need to drink Old Meng's soup so they wouldn't cheat. They have more spiritual strength than other souls. With just a snap of their fingers, they could kill people. So the trial system made this rule that every apprentice that would undergo retrial needed to drink the soup of forgetfulness.
But sometimes, that rule bites them back. There was once a disciple who was affected by the previous world and hunt a certain soul. He killed the existence of a certain soul because he was wronged and shamed. That disciple was then revoked with his rights. He was then stripped with his status and reincarnated with a great number of negative luck.
For sure that disciple was suffering in his next life.
Now, the man had this bright pink dress that he unconsciously made a spiritual bind to. He had to swallow this shame and let it not affect his mental state.
He took a deep breath. A certain figure filled his mind. That figure smiled playfully at him. The man clenched his fist. How come 'his' heart was played by that damn girl? He took note of that girl. Once his trial finished, once he becomes the official apprentice, he would find her and let her pay for her grave sin she did to him.
But for now, let's throw her at the back of his mind.
"It's time to enter to another world." Old Meng, flicked her finger. A bowl of soup appeared in the air.
The man grabbed it and drank it until its last drop.
"Old Meng, why did you sealed the gate earlier?" The man asked as he threw the bowl in mid-air. It vanished completely.
Old Meng just gestured to him to enter the gate of regrets. This was the same gate that Liam entered earlier. This gate was used for trials and regrets.
"We are in a meeting earlier. " She just answered with a light smile.+
The man looked at her with suspicions. He then entered the gate of regrets with a furrowed brow.
"N-negative? " Liam felt her heart ached.
"Yes and-" Old Meng glanced at the gate which was trembling. At any moment her seal would be broken. She needed to hurry.
She turned to Liam. Old Meng's eyes studied the red lines of fate that were tied to Liam's soul. The knot was more complicated than before.
"Hmm..you are confused and you are lost. The influence of regrets in your heart and soul got bigger. "
"Wha-"
"It means you did not pass. You have to enter to the gate again and find it." Old Meng gestured for Liam to enter the gate.
"Wait. I don't get it. How come I-"
"And also-" Old Meng peeked once more at the gate she sealed, it was slowly breaking pieces by pieces.
"Goodluck."
Old Meng then gave a look at Jack and Jill. Jack, the good boy who was holding Liam understood the look, he threw her to the gate without hesitation.
"Wait!!!!! G*ddammit! " Liam's cursing was swallowed by the gate as her soul was sucked into it.
At the same time she vanished, the seal was finally broken.
A man in a bright pink servant gown appeared from the gate. His beautiful face was dark as he stormed angrily towards Old Meng.
He then pointed his jade-like fingers to the bright pink gown he was wearing, "Burn it for me." He said with gritted teeth.
Old Meng, Jack and Jill, looked at him up and down with schadenfreude. Their eyes were bright seeing this rare occasion.
Who would have thought that there would be a day when they would witness this man wear something aside from black and white? They imprinted his figure in the bright pink dress. Old Meng made sure to make a copy of it and sell it to the underworld market. Who would not reject this rare and beautiful sight?
The man felt the three's stare. His quick mind caught on what Old Meng was thinking. His eyes flashed darkly.
"Old Meng, don't test me. After my trial, if I find just one picture of myself in the market, I will make sure to fire you. No matter the cost." He said threateningly.
He loosed the collar of his dress.
This was the dress that that damn woman, whom 'he' loved in that world, given to him.
His damned self clung to this dress like his life was depending on it. He actually killed a lot of innocent men just because of this freaking dress.
He remembered how he put this dress every year to meet her tomb. He would stand there in front of her tomb talking about shitty love and how shittingly beautiful this dress was that was given to him by his dear wangfei. The man wanted to kill that memory. It was such a shame for him!
He even died wearing this freaking dress!
The man had never felt this humiliation in his entire lives. This was the first that something like this happened to him.
As a spiritual being who have higher status than normal souls, he has his own spiritual body and own clothes. When he woke up and came to himself, he realized how f*cked up he was in that world. And he even used his own spiritual ties to this fucking dress!
Now, he can't burn it no matter what. It became a part of him. A part of his soul. Since he couldn't burn it by himself, he needed someone's spiritual strength to burn the dress for him.
Old Meng shook her head.
"I apologize, fellow Daoist. But we, the staff, couldn't interfere when a disciple of god was under trial. I will help you once you finished your trials."
The man's beautiful face contorted to anger.
"You are kidding me. You just have to snap your finger and this disgusting existence will be erased. Don't challenge me."
Old Meng ignored his anger. No matter how outstanding disciple this man was, he could not touched her. A folder appeared in her hand.
"Fellow Daoist, I know you are aware that you have done terrible things in that world, unbefitting of a disciple of one of the twelve great gods."
The man lowered his angry eyes. Of course, he knew. He really screwed up in that world.
And what aggrieved him more was he did those crazy things just for a woman, a not so sane woman to be exact.
"I am aware. This is a shame I will carry."
"Good thing you've done well in your previous trials in different worlds. All of them get A's while this one, tsk, get F. A billion of credit was deducted from your stats."
The man furrowed his brow. He amounted trillions of halo of luck for a thousand of years.
To be an official personal apprentice, just one step below a normal god, he needed to gather countless of halo of luck. That's why chosen disciples like him need to enter different worlds and gathered this halo.
However, they need to drink Old Meng's soup so they wouldn't cheat. They have more spiritual strength than other souls. With just a snap of their fingers, they could kill people. So the trial system made this rule that every apprentice that would undergo retrial needed to drink the soup of forgetfulness.
But sometimes, that rule bites them back. There was once a disciple who was affected by the previous world and hunt a certain soul. He killed the existence of a certain soul because he was wronged and shamed. That disciple was then revoked with his rights. He was then stripped with his status and reincarnated with a great number of negative luck.
For sure that disciple was suffering in his next life.
Now, the man had this bright pink dress that he unconsciously made a spiritual bind to. He had to swallow this shame and let it not affect his mental state.
He took a deep breath. A certain figure filled his mind. That figure smiled playfully at him. The man clenched his fist. How come 'his' heart was played by that damn girl? He took note of that girl. Once his trial finished, once he becomes the official apprentice, he would find her and let her pay for her grave sin she did to him.
But for now, let's throw her at the back of his mind.
"It's time to enter to another world." Old Meng, flicked her finger. A bowl of soup appeared in the air.
The man grabbed it and drank it until its last drop.
"Old Meng, why did you sealed the gate earlier?" The man asked as he threw the bowl in mid-air. It vanished completely.
Old Meng just gestured to him to enter the gate of regrets. This was the same gate that Liam entered earlier. This gate was used for trials and regrets.
"We are in a meeting earlier. " She just answered with a light smile.+
The man looked at her with suspicions. He then entered the gate of regrets with a furrowed brow.
