Afterwards, Cheng Hui went through several reincarnations… Well, let’s just call it reincarnations. Even though he transformed into different species, he never managed to live long.

The longest he lasted was five minutes, thanks to being reincarnated as a big tree, which didn’t burn down too quickly even when set on fire.

During these bizarre reincarnations, he noticed that almost every time, he could see that beautiful woman appear.

—Although it was always after he died.

He couldn’t help but feel sorry for this beautiful woman.

What a tragic fate, only being able to see his corpse every time…

If he had the chance, he would like to advise this beautiful woman to give up. After all, it’s said that humans and ghosts walk different paths. Seeing him once means enduring a blow once.

Cheng Hui didn’t know what kept her going, but he thought that even the deepest love should be let go once someone dies.

Of course, it’s easy for him to say, as an outsider. He didn’t know what kind of experiences this beautiful woman and his original self from the first crossing had, even if the other party wanted to find his reincarnation again and again after death.

Unfortunately, fate is unpredictable. Each time, she was a step too late, resulting in the beautiful woman becoming more and more haggard.

In his most recent reincarnations, she appeared later and later, sometimes only showing up when Cheng Hui’s bones were already gone.

Don’t ask how Cheng Hui knew the beautiful woman appeared even when his bones were gone. Just call it metaphysics; Cheng Hui himself couldn’t figure it out.

Finally, when Cheng Hui reincarnated as a mouse and was crushed to death by a plump orange cat, he waited a long time but didn’t see the beautiful woman appear.

Cheng Hui breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn’t quite tell if he was disappointed, but he was glad the beautiful woman was no longer obsessed with this hopeless love.

People, after all, should look forward. Girl, you’re so pretty, you must have countless admirers. Why be so stubborn?

Besides, if that unlucky little handsome guy really loved you, he wouldn’t want you to be so miserable.

As darkness enveloped him again, Cheng Hui let out a long breath, finally able to fall into a deep sleep.

Honestly, dying over and over was a heavy burden for him. If he hadn’t been used to self-consolation, he might have completely broken down under such pressure.

Back before he crossed over, his life wasn’t great either, but he managed to hold on with an optimistic spirit.

Unfortunately… before he could get his diploma, he was in a car accident and didn’t have the chance to show it to his grandma.

Hopefully, if grandma knows in the afterlife that he broke his promise to save some kids, she would forgive him, right?

Hmm, by the way, I wonder how those kids are doing now? They must have some psychological shadow left. That truck was so big, his death must have been gruesome, probably scaring the kids.

But maybe that’s a good thing, learning from mistakes. Next time, those kids shouldn’t play in such dangerous places, right?

Uh… why hasn’t he died completely yet?

Cheng Hui pondered the darkness before him, still unable to figure it out.

Logically, even if a person’s thought process is fast, how could he think of so many things?

He tried to open his eyes… emmmm, the surrounding ruins looked a bit familiar.

Is he… back here?

Don’t get it wrong, not back to his original world, but back to the body he was in when he first crossed over and got stabbed and had his heart dug out.

His chest was still open, feeling a bit chilly, but the bodies of those demon sect disciples around him had already turned to bones. Who knows how long it’s been or if the red mist that killed them had some special properties.

Rustle—

Cheng Hui, lying quietly on the ground, questioning life, suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the ruins not far away.

He turned his head to see a cabinet being pushed open under a half-collapsed room.

A dusty little child crawled out from inside. Cheng Hui wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but the child’s face looked pale and blue, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Cheng Hui wasn’t afraid. Just a child, even if he turned into a zombie, he’s still a child. As a corpse, should he be afraid of his own kind?

Unfortunately… it turned out Cheng Hui was mistaken. The child struggled to crawl out from under the cabinet, which seemed to have a hidden chamber below. He slowly walked over to Cheng Hui, holding his corpse tightly, tears streaming down his face.

“Hui Hui…”

Cheng Hui: …? Wait, shouldn’t you be calling me uncle or brother? What’s with Hui Hui?

Cheng Hui was puzzled about his relationship with this child.

The child wiped his face hard, leaving black and white streaks. Cheng Hui then realized that the child had been hiding in a secret chamber under the cabinet, but because the room collapsed, he ended up with a face full of dust, making him look unwell.

With the tears washing over him, he wiped with his sleeve, revealing a fair and cute little face.

No wonder they say good looks are always appreciated. Even though he cried into a little kitten, this child still looked very cute.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, a blue-robed Daoist descended from the sky, looking at the little boy with surprise.

The little boy seemed stunned, staring blankly at the blue-robed Daoist.

“Good, good child, come, let grandpa touch you.” The blue-robed Daoist reached out and grabbed the little boy’s arm.

What the… you bastard, what do you think you’re doing!

Cheng Hui was suddenly anxious. This Daoist looked decent, but who knew he was a pedophile!!!

Let go of that little boy!

If this were before he crossed over, encountering such scum, he would have broken the guy’s hand!

But now he’s dead, unable to do anything but lie there and watch.

“Not bad! Very good!” The blue-robed Daoist touched the little boy’s arm several times, happily stroking his beard, “I didn’t expect to find such a pure blood fiend body in this small city!”

Cheng Hui: …

Ahem… so it was bone-touching, why say something so easily misunderstood.

He forgot, this is the cultivation world, those demon sect people wouldn’t reason with you. If they fancy someone, they just take them away, who would bother to discuss it with you.

“Kid, do you want to become my disciple? If you can learn even a fraction of my skills, it would be enough to avenge your family; if you learn half of my skills, many would willingly help you find your enemies. If you learn all my skills, countless people would bring your enemies to you.”

“What if I surpass you?” the little boy suddenly asked.

“Surpass me?” The blue-robed Daoist laughed heartily, “If you can surpass me, you can go anywhere in this vast world!”

The little boy stared at the blue-robed Daoist, as if judging the truth of his words.

The blue-robed Daoist wasn’t in a hurry, just stood there, quietly stroking his beard, looking confident.

“Disciple greets Master.” The little boy suddenly knelt down, kowtowing several times to the blue-robed Daoist.

The blue-robed Daoist was overjoyed, quickly helping the little boy up, smiling, “Good disciple, I am Wu You, an elder of the Corpse Puppet Sect. From now on, you are my disciple under Wu You.”

Cheng Hui: …???

WTF! Say that again?

You look so immortal-like, with such a nice name like Wu You, and you’re from the Corpse Puppet Sect? That doesn’t sound like a proper sect at all! Is it too late to back out now?

It’s not that Cheng Hui is overly saintly, he just can’t bear to see such a young child fall into a demon sect.

Look at how those demon sect disciples behaved—killing and exterminating families, using you as materials for their ancestor if they’re short… think about it, what kind of good place could it be?

An ordinary little boy going in, wouldn’t he be skinned and dismembered within three days?

But… Cheng Hui had a belly full of curses he couldn’t voice, only able to watch as the blue-robed Daoist happily accepted the disciple, even taking out a storage ring as a gift, looking eager as if afraid the disciple would run away.

Cheng Hui watched helplessly, it’s over… seeing the child’s delighted expression, he’s definitely going to be taken away.

“Uh… right, I haven’t asked, what’s your name?”

The blue-robed Daoist, after accepting the disciple, became very amiable—though he was quite kind before, after accepting the disciple, he seemed even closer, apparently very satisfied with the disciple, not like what Cheng Hui imagined, using the disciple as a furnace, a possession vessel, or some other nonsense.

“Master, my name is Lin Qingqiu.”

“Hmm?” The blue-robed Daoist frowned slightly.

The little boy nervously bit his lip, asking softly, “Master? Is there something wrong with my name?”

“Nothing.” The blue-robed Daoist shook his head, “It’s just that you share a name with a demon lord… well, never mind, I’ll give you the Daoist name Qingyang, from now on you can call yourself Lin Qingyang or Qingyangzi.”

“Yes.” The little boy… no, now he should be called Lin Qingyang… responded.

Wu Youzi glanced around, waved his sleeve, and the bodies on the ground, except for the demon sect disciples, began to sink into the ground.

Cheng Hui was no exception, he was anxious, not understanding why he returned to this body, but if he was buried like this, would he never see the light of day again?

No! He didn’t want to be locked in a dark room!

“Wait!” Luckily, Lin Qingyang stopped Wu Youzi’s actions in time.

“What is it?”

“Master… I want to take him with me.” Lin Qingyang pointed at Cheng Hui’s body.

Cheng Hui: ???

Wu Youzi paused, puzzled, looking at Lin Qingyang.

Lin Qingyang silently walked over to Cheng Hui’s body, hugging him tightly.

Cheng Hui: …???

No, you’re a seven or eight-year-old kid, hugging a corpse? Aren’t you scared? He remembered his death was quite gruesome, doesn’t this child feel anything?

“Who is he…?”

“My fiancé,” Lin Qingyang said in a sorrowful tone.

Wu Youzi: …

Cheng Hui: ???

Cheng Hui: !!! Σ( ° △°|||)︴