When Pamella regained consciousness, she was in a highly, beautiful, and not to mention, expensive looking bedroom. The room was illuminated by some candles placed on top of the night desk at the side opposite to hers. As she straitened herself to sit and have a better look at her surroundings a wet piece of cloth had fallen from her forehead, landing on her bedsheet covered lap. She picked it up, noticing that it had gotten warm, she thought,

I must have gone through a severely high fever...I can't believe that even with Chinese magic powers, this body could get into such physical state!

A breathing sound beside her grabbed her attention.

Pamella had to admit that Xián Leng looked cuter when sleeping. Sure, he looked badass handsome when he was all dangerous looking, and serious, but this part of him only she had gotten to see made him, an adorable child man who she would gladly hug tight all day and night; giving him lots of chick kisses, stretching his cheeks, and...

Why am I thinking this...? No, No, N.O. This is NOT right! I should not be thinking this way, and I shall stop thinking this way!

She decided to stop rambling nonsense; the fever had made her brain a mess, there was no time to be all dreamy wishing where she was. She couldn't keep losing time. All she needed was her real body, and to get back home; no other thing.

She tried to stand up, but her feet wouldn't budge.

Damm it! I so want to beat this body up!

She ignored the promise she made to herself about not using Qi for self-med aid, and concentrated Qi in her worn out bones and muscles. As soon as the revitalizing ended, she sprang up, not making any noise that would wake up "Sleeping Beauty". One of the few things she got to learn about Xián Leng, other than his historical background from books was, that when he slept, he wouldn't be wakened that easily.

As Pamella closed the door behind her, she gaped at the height of the ceiling. The Imperial Palace was a big place, both in height and length. Red and golden yellow adorned the walls, and every space that normally in the modern times, didn't need to be ornamented. Pamella felt the bronze, and silver, and gold pillars, and miniatures that decorated them. The miniatures represented both humans, and creatures that resembled some she knew from her World but were naturally biologically impossible; only genetic modification could explain such bizarre hybrids. Scientists from the twenty first century would have been skeptical if such creatures existed; even she had paralyzed both mentally and physically when she encountered the yellow eyed, leech creature from the forest.

She went here and there; left, and right; up and down, until she became restless. The place was indeed beautiful, but she wasn't there to admire how rich the imperial family was. She asked herself why she hadn't felt dizzy yet. She had gone everywhere in the palace, and almost encountered herself with two bored imperial guards, that if she judged correctly, were to asleep to even feel her spiritual presence.

She thought she had better rest a little and think of anywhere in that big building she hadn't yet investigated. She leaned on an old scroll, and book shelf, and pondered on the idea of giving up her look out. Maybe, she was wrong about her body being somewhere in the Palace, and had some Qi short circuit?

After finishing in convincing herself to let her pursuit go, and lay back to sleep on that gorgeous bed she had waken up on, she put both her hands on the back of her, and with the surface the books, and scrolls created, she propelled herself to start walking. But a clanking sound that came from her back captured her complete attention. Two of the books had been pushed further into their shelf place, and what was now a book shelf, had cracked open, revealing itself as two secret doors. She walked nearer to the opening.

Well... That was easily unexpected. It wouldn't hurt to look inside would it? Anyways, I don't even remember how to get back to the bedroom.

She pulled on one of the doors, and slowly stepped in. The air was impregnated with humidity, dust, and maybe fungi. It didn't smell bad, but it wasn't a healthy environment for her throat; later on she knew this body of hers would become sick again, and she'll had to rely in ancient Chinese remedies far less effective to cure her as fast as the medicines in the twenty first century.

She walked along the dark bricked passage blind eyed. She tried to do the "trick" she read in one of the books on Master Weng's library. It was a "Fire Release" Qi jìshù she had memorized, and had little time to practice it, resulting in some trees being burnt, and evaporated fish ponds. But she at least needed to try and apply not too much, or to little Qi into her hand.

She put her thumb and index together into that heart shape young Asians had been putting up on Instagram, and You Tube, and concentrating her mind into just one thing, she said in her mind,

Light up!

There, a small but decent flame of fire appeared over the intertwined fingers. Pamella was internally crying of joy. She believed that learning how to control the energy put into Chinese "magic tricks" was going to be difficult but look at her now World. As she praised herself nonstop, she continued her walk along the secret passage. It felt endless! She didn't have a watch on her, but she could tell she had been at least walking for almost an hour, and there was no sign of anyone, anything, or even her body. She sighed helplessly.

Pamella walked for at least fifteen more minutes, and how well did it result in, as well as bad.

She remained with her free hand on her head, looking at an old bronze door. Her vision wavered.

My body... Is definitely in there!

She was ready to pry it open, until a thought hit her. Why would only a door be in a bad kept place as the one she was now. Especially, uneasy to get access to. Also, there was a smiling, sharp teethed demon looking bronze face on the door. Wasn't she doing exactly the same thing the idiots who died at horror movies did; there could be millions of signs telling you to "GET OUT", but you would still check out, because that's how you were, mentally retarded? Even if there were signs telling her to walk back out from there, they weren't million though, only let us say, three?

I should get back...

But her body acted against her words; the more she told herself to go back the way she came from, the more her hand pushed opened the door. When the door was completely opened, what was inside made her feel confused. She was waiting to find some hideous creature, or weird evil things inside, but instead a warm, equally expensively decorated, and lighted room. As she stepped in to examine everything better, the door behind her slammed shut.

She jumped and gave out a yelp.

What the F**k was that?!

She heard a deep chuckling voice that came from one of the side room's spaces. She gave some steps forward and turned her head towards its direction.

There was a big sofa; covered in red cloth and lined with silver gold welts. Resting his body on top of it, a man with a surreal beauty that could kill, welcomed her with a fanged cunning smile.

Wait! Fanged cunning smile?!

The man also had red glowing eyes which shifted between dark and light as he adjusted himself into a sitting position. He leaned back and rested his head in his right hand. The dark violet color in his hair brought her attention. Both his hair, and black golden clothe were impaired, and gave him the appearance of a circus clown. Both handsome and funny looking, still he had something sinister about him, that made Pamella retain her guard.

The man looked at her up, and down, as if he had some X-ray sight that would let him see who the strange person was, that had invaded his sleeping sanctuary. He was frowning, but suddenly his eyes lighted up, and shined as a kid who had been given a candy. The smile returned to his face and noticing the immediate change in the man's expression towards her, Pamella knew that from here on, the things weren't going to be pleasant.

Pamella was both right and wrong in her last statement. The man had remained silent, looking at her dark brown eyes, that showed both, distress and a pinch of braveness.

The silence was killing Pamella internally. Her dizziness had intensified, which meant in this room is where her body was, but where would a body fit in it. Strangely enough, the room didn't appear like an evil lair, or torture dungeon; instead of being cold, dark, and full of dark energy, it was warm, bright, and comfy looking. That was the thing that made Pamella uneasy. Her Qi level didn't permit her to feel those dark energies of high leveled Qi , or evil creatures. In other words, she didn't know if he was either good, bad, or maybe both. The only thing she knew and felt was nausea, and a floating sensation.

The purple haired man tilted his head in amusement to what was taking place in front of him.

Pamella suddenly felt better, and lighter. It was as if she was hovering. Literally, she was hovering over Wu Chu Zhi's lifeless pale body. She was lost, how was she there looking at "her" body, and not unconscious like how it appeared to be from the height she was.

I didn't... Did I?... I don't think... IMPOSSIBLE!

She tried to push herself back into the lifeless body, but to no avail, the body wouldn't accept her soul. This time she really began to freak out. She remembered what Master Weng had told her about her soul's preservation outside a body. She would disintegrate if she wasn't fast enough to get into a body.

The strange man laughed wholeheartedly. You could tell it had been long since he'd have such fun; no one would ever laugh at a life or death situation as the one Pamella was suffering.

Pamella looked at him both angry and scared; not of him, but for her.

This ass**** knows about me and my current situation. He takes this matter as funny! And doesn't even lend a hand out here! What a despicable...?!

While she was internally cursing at him, she didn't notice he had stoop up, and now grabbing her mist like wrists, pinned her down on the sofa.

HOW IN THE WORLD COULD HE TOUCH ME AS A HOVERING SMOKE?!

It hadn't hurt, but from the position she was, things weren't looking as bright as the room they were in.

The man on top of her leaned unto her misty neck and inhaled. His eyes became blood shot, as he inhaled and dug his face into all parts that constituted the upper part of a body. Incredibly, Pamella had felt each of those shameful actions towards her. She had to deal with getting back into her body in less than forty minutes, and now she had to deal with the non compos mentis lunatic sniffing at her as if she was food.

This guy is not human, that's for sure. How many minutes have passed?

She was wasting time; even forgot about her body. Pamella was only thinking of escaping existential annihilation and feeling how helpless her strength was against the one on top of her, she wanted to cry.

Sensing a change in the spiritual energy's nature, the man pulled himself back, and grabbing, with Qi flowing on his hands, hold of Pamella, he took the limp body on the floor, bumping them together.

Pamella abruptly opened her eyes, and tried to spring up, and make a run for it, but she easily fell back onto the floor. The evil man chuckled and went back to the sofa. He served himself something that smelled pungently sweet, like liquor. Pamella could only wait for him to chug the thing down and explain himself.

At least, I'm back into "my" body. Jesus... This bastard... I almost died because of him! Who the Hell is he?!

When the man finished gulping the last remanence of alcohol, he directed towards Pamella in a joking manner.

- Who would have thought that your soul would end up in a man's body. I didn't think the necklaces power, even without the five charms, would be to strong enough to deviate your spiritual energy.

Pamela thought,

What is this guy talking about?

The man gave out another playful laugh before continuing his speech.

- Judging by your expression, you have no idea what's going on, and are impatient for answers. Of course, I'll give answers to such a delicious smelling pure soul as you. But... Not everything. Where's the fun in bringing you here?

Pamella was bewildered.

- You... You brought me here.

Rising his hands up to his shoulders height he commented,

- I just did this and did that. Most of the doing was the necklaces power. I only amplified it.

- ...

The man clicked his tongue and waved away.

- Enough of all this non important things. I am Zuì'è Bùxìng, master of lost souls, dark spirits, and demons; the King of Hell. Just like any other immortal, I am in every time and space; I am in the past, present, and future. I was with you even when than Jin asked you if you wanted coffee. Poor guy, he loses the necklace to a thieve girl, and now has to confront trials to no end about both the whereabouts of you, and that.

He said the last sentence pointing towards Pamella's ragged and stained bag.

- Love how you combine both, beauty and ugly in an outfit, totally refreshing. Anyways how about I tell you why I brought you to this time and place?

Pamella could only glare at him, while clutching the ugly bag on her hands tighter.

- I brought you here... because... I... wanted too~

Pamella exclaimed in response to such preposterous statement.

- Huh?! What kind of stupid statement is that?! Just because the Devil himself was bored it didn't mean for you to do as you please and take to wherever THIS is! I've almost died four times already! That's why you were thrown to Earth and denied walk among heavenly immortals.

The King of Hell didn't like the last line he heard from her. He stood up from where he was sitting, and grabbed and raised Pamella by the collar of her top garment.

- You better watch it love you shouldn't push me to be angry. Trust me... You don't want to see me angry, or if you do, don't mind me if you die on your fifth time.

Pamella was clenching her teeth, as her feet hovered above the ground, and dragged by the King of Hell towards an empty section of the room. He threw her to one side and rotating his hands to opposite sides, dark energy gathered on them, and in a swift move he lowered them on the floor's surface. A pentagram with strange symbols appeared and went through it.

As Zuì'è Bùxìng straightened himself, and again took Pamella from her collar, the floor cracked itself open, revealing a dark hole.

Pamella looked at him wide eyed.

He isn't going to throw me in there is he? No. He wouldn't. I am an important piece for his little "game", he cannot just throw me into Heaven's knows not where!

The King of Hell delighted with her perturbed expression chuckled and jumped into the hole.

As the two fell, Pamella was internally screaming, both at him, and to herself for being as stupid as to not count three signs as enough threats to get back into the safety of the bedroom, and Xián Leng. Now, she got herself kidnapped because she was damme persistent. She now could be considered the same as those idiots from the horror movies.

Once solid ground was close, Buixing pulled her into his embrace; having one hand on her back and the other under her legs. He stopped themselves in a fast but graceful kneel.

Wow...

Buixing straightened himself, and as soon as Pamella thought he was going to carry het to wherever he was taking her limp body, he threw her back into the flor like a rad doll.

- OW! HEY!

With some flow of Qi, the King od Hell lighted some candles, that were in what it seemed an old study room. It had many scrolls and books neatly tucked in their shelf space. There were of many kinds, from how to control Qi flow, how to use it, curses, healing, light and dark creature lists, war strategy, and fighting documents. There was even sèqíngpiàn literature, calling to be opened and read by the curious Pamella on the floor, but there were other things to attend to.

Maybe, another time?

The King of Hell sat on a wooden used up chair and continued the conversation the two were having some time ago, while he played with a strange blue glowing crystal ball.

- You know, when things that were supposed to happen get ruined, Destiny and history become well, as you twenty first century mortals say, fu**** up. It all gets boring, because there is too much peace between the realms. I do things to create chaos between them and make history interesting and fun!

Pamella inquired with a raised eyebrow.

- Fun...?

He explained,

- Yes! Fun! Take for example the Bubonic Plague, or how they called it in medieval times, the "BLACK DEATH!". It was amazingly cool to see such a simple bacterium take almost all of the World.

Pamela cleared her throat and looked at him through the side of her eyes.

- Technically, it was almost the whole occidental continents, not the whole WORLD.

He ignored her contradiction and continued.

- Take World War I, and World War II. To see many innocents, die at the hands of their own, and for obviously absurd, and unreasonable reasons. Certainly, it was a show to behold with popcorn.

As he continued to talk things that Pamella was not interested in, she glanced over the room she was in for signs of her body, ever since her soul separated from Wu Chu Zhi's body and reconnect ted to it, she hadn't felt weird again. Could they have gone down to far, and her body was back at the place before he dragged her to this confined room. Either way, she'll get to know soon, what he wanted with her.

- Stop frowning so much love, you'll get a permanent expression mark on that pretty boy face of yours if you don't. What if I don't give your body back, and you remain trapped in that body you have now, all grumpy, and mean looking.\

Pamella quickly relaxed her face, but worried asked,

- Give back my body? You... You have my body?!

She tried to stand up, but she couldn't. Her body felt heavy, and her spiritual power wasn't flowing correctly. Buxing took the crystal ball on his hands and threw it into the air. The, he pointed one of his fingers and threw a shot of Qi that made the ball explode into millions of pieces. In the air remained a black smoke, that started to acquire the small figure of a long-haired young woman. It was her.

MY BODY! Is not disintegrated or covered with maggots! It's there, healthy and...

Suddenly all this looked familiar. Every time she saw a series, or read a novel, there was always this obnoxious character that manipulated situations, and people to do what he wanted; offering something in exchange. She interrupted him.

- What do you want in exchange for my body and getting myself back home?

Buxing wickedly smirked. He liked how straight forward this woman was. For him, things were going to turn out fun indeed.

- Hmmmm... What do I want? What do... I... want? I want you and Xián Leng to mend back the five wise spirits gold charms back onto the necklace of course! I want you to end Xián Leng's fate; either he destroys me, absorbing all my spiritual power, and becoming the rightful "Lord of Darkness" he was destined to be, or...

Pamella waited upon the excruciating suspense.

- Or... He is killed by me; that includes getting a hold of his useless soul, ripping it to pieces, and scattering it over the "Void of Iniquity" to be eaten by savage condemned lost souls. The Void is like a big vast trench dark, both on its surface, and inside. None of the souls that reside in it can see how they look like. They only like to viciously eat themselves; never getting satiated.

Pamella felt something gather up on her throat. She felt both horrified and nauseous.

- Is that all you want me to do? No playing dirty?

The King of Hell thought,

She sure thinks ahead of others. Nice~ Very nice~

- OH! I can't guarantee that. It wouldn't be as fun as I want it to be if things become easy for you. You do have the "Lord of Darkness" watching for you.

He started to laugh again, but then turned serious. He lifted himself from the chair, and enclosed Pamella's real body again in a new crystal ball. He lowered himself to be face to face with Pamella. He lovingly took one of the hairs that stuck itself on her face and accommodated it with the rest on her head.

- It's almost time for the main event of this stupid festival thing. It'll be interesting to see what in that new body of yours you could do to impress my guests. Win and I'll let you know something vital that could, or maybe, couldn't help with your task. Now...

As he gathered energy on his right hand he said while giving her a handsomely cunning smile,

- Shall we go ?

Did he say "MY guests" he couldn't be... could he also be...?

Just as she was putting her conclusions together, Buxing's right hand slapped her across the face, and she lost consciousness.

[jìshù]- Vhinese for "technique".

[yāo]- Chinese for "demon or devil".

[non compos mentis]- Latin for "crazy or better say out of one's mind".

[sèqíngpiàn]- Chinese for "porn". (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

[qíngrén]- Chinese for "love". "Miamor" for Spanish.