Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

"First of all," Conan said seriously.

"The Grim Reaper Shen Jue has an ambiguous relationship with Yoruichi, the dark-skinned tomboy from Bleach."

"This notorious lecher didn't even lay a finger on Ye."

"This shows that this guy has developed genuine feelings for Yoruichi."

"And Yoruichi Shihouin, apart from being able to transform into a pure black cat."

"It can also transform into a beastman!"

"Shen Jue, the Grim Reaper, is a complete Fury fanatic!"

"Hiss!" All the Shen Jue hissed in unison, and their expressions as they looked at the Grim Reaper Shen Jue changed.

Death God Shen Jue was furious and about to start yelling when Conan Shen Jue interrupted him again.

"Secondly!"

"One Piece King Shen Jue!" Conan looked at Shen Jue, the One Piece King among the group of Shen Jue.

Many Shen Jue members ran away, leaving the speechless Pirate King Shen Jue to receive Conan Shen Jue's diagnosis.

"This guy nominally has a beautiful navy girlfriend!"

"Actually, all my attention was on that enormous mermaid princess!"

"Shen Jue from One Piece is even more monstrous!"

"This guy doesn't like mammals, Fury!"

"He likes fish!"

"Holy crap!" Upon hearing Conan Shen Jue's words, many Shen Jue members exclaimed in surprise and immediately moved even further away from One Piece Shen Jue.

Pirate King Shen Jue held his forehead with his hand, his expression solemn.

"Can you three, Naruto, Bleach, and One Piece, be normal for once?"

"What if we create a harem of thousands or tens of thousands of humans?!" Shen Jue from the club stood up at this moment.

As a staunch advocate of human harems, Shen Jue of the club has already tasted the best beauties of all types and regions around the world.

Therefore, he also stood up and angrily denounced the actions of the three members of the Death, Fire and Sea.

"It's alright now."

"Whether it's Yoruichi, Princess Shirahoshi, or Nekogen."

"Human features make up the majority."

"but!"

"I mean, but!" Shen Jue from the horror film said in a dangerous tone.

"The condition of Furekin can worsen!"

"You three, you're not going to give up on being half-human, half-beast one day, are you?"

"Why don't you go and have a wild time with Fury, who's no different from a wild beast?!"

"Damn it!"

"Our tastes aren't that weird!"

Shen Jue's words in the horror movie instantly stirred up the emotions of many Shen Jue fans, who angrily denounced the despicable fetish of the Death, Fire and Sea trio.

Hokage Shen Jue barely managed to maintain his indifferent expression. He wanted to burst out laughing, but he was worried about being ganged up on.

After his initial rage, Death God Shen Jue acted as if he were a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, ignoring all the condemnations from the crowd.

As for Pirate King Shen Jue, he has the highest moral standards among the characters from Bleach, Naruto, and One Piece, so he is the only one who feels somewhat ashamed and covers his cheek with his hand at an angle.

Just then.

A bald figure appeared in the white space.

He was dressed in a plain white cassock, his face was so handsome it was almost otherworldly, yet there was a hint of evil in his eyes.

Shen Jue, the Pirate King, who was originally covering his face and immersed in shame, suddenly raised his head like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, his eyes gleaming.

He rushed over almost immediately, grabbed the monk Shen Jue's robe, and shouted, "Brother!"

"You've finally arrived!"

"Come on! Let's exchange memories!"

The monk Shen Jue was slightly swayed by the sudden impact, and a look of astonishment appeared on his handsome yet sinister face.

"Benefactor, are you so similar to this monk in your past lives?"

"Could it be that some great demon has captivated this humble monk's mind?"

"Stop with the nonsense, bro!" One Piece King Shen Jue shouted, "Let's exchange memories!"

"No time for small talk."

Before the words were finished, their fingertips touched, and a warm current instantly surged into the monk Shen Jue's sea of ​​consciousness.

The initial shock faded from his handsome yet sinister face, replaced by a complex expression that mingled with pity and absurdity.

The monk Shen Jue's memories began to flash back.

A gaunt child huddled beneath the ruins, wrapped in tattered rags whose color was now indistinguishable, staring blankly at the sky above, blackened by smoke.

He was a few years old when he came from a poor peasant family. At an age when he should have been running around in the fields, his peaceful life was shattered overnight by the iron hooves of bandits.

His parents lay in pools of blood, and the house was reduced to ashes. He hid in the ruins for three whole days, barely surviving by licking the dew off the rubble.

He was pulled back from the brink of death by a passing monk who cleared away the wreckage.

The monk didn't say much, but simply touched his dry, yellow hair with his rough hands and took him back to Jinshan Temple.

He was ordained, given a name, chanted scriptures, and learned martial arts, becoming an ordinary novice monk in the temple.

But within this body lies a soul that does not belong to this era.

He was exceptionally intelligent, possessed a photographic memory, and his martial arts training was divinely aided, allowing him to rise to the ranks of the world's top masters in just over a decade.

With his secret support and guidance from his past life memories, Jinshan Temple became increasingly popular, attracting a large number of monks and becoming the largest temple in Jiangnan.

He originally thought he was given a script for a fantasy novel where he defied fate and revitalized his sect.

Until that day, he heard about the Lanruo Temple next door, which had long since turned into ruins, and also learned that the current imperial preceptor, Pudu Cihang, was holding a grand ceremony and accepting many disciples.

At that moment, standing atop the Sutra Repository of Jinshan Temple, gazing at the hazy sky in the distance, he suddenly understood something.

This was neither any history he knew nor any martial arts world he remembered.

This is the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, a chaotic world where demons roam freely, humans and ghosts are indistinguishable, and even the imperial advisor might be a giant centipede demon in disguise.

"So that's how it is," the monk Shen Jue slowly opened his eyes, his voice as soft as a sigh.

"My golden touch has only just arrived."

"Damn tree demon granny, you're so merciful, I'm going back to slaughter you all right now."

Shen Jue from Liaozhai sighed softly, his words crude, yet they made him burst into laughter.

Pirate King Shen Jue didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.

That nod contained no pity or sympathy, but only a profound understanding.

He reached out and patted his shoulder hard.

Shen Jue from Liaozhai stood still, laughing as he looked at the crowd of Shen Jue.

Many Shen Jue also came forward to share their memories of Shen Jue from Liaozhai.

Shen Jue's laughter echoed in the white space. There was no trace of the compassion and restraint of a Buddhist disciple in that laughter. Instead, it carried a wildness that had crawled out of the ruins, mixed with blood and soil.

He laughed as he stepped forward, grabbed Shen Jue's head, and vigorously rubbed the furry dog's head.

"Good brother!" He laughed until tears streamed down his face, his voice still carrying the lingering crudeness and unbridled joy.

"Your head is harder than the wind that blew on the roof of the Sutra Repository at Jinshan Temple!"

The sword-wielding Shen Jue's head tilted to one side as he rubbed it, his dog ears drooping, but he offered no resistance.

He gently rubbed his wet nose against Shen Jue's wrist, as if responding to this sudden and unreserved intimacy.

The arrival of Shen Jue from Liaozhai interrupted many of Shen Jue's denunciations of the Dead Fire Sea trio.