Chapter 1

"Sorry, we've done our best. Prepare for the aftermath."

The doctor's voice outside the ward was soft, but Lin Yu, lying on the bed, heard it clearly.

Perhaps before death, one's hearing becomes especially acute, especially the sharp cries of his mother.

Lin Yu was not the first to pay with his life for a righteous cause, and he did not regret it. He just felt sorry for his mother.

His father had died early, and his mother had raised him alone, enduring untold hardships. Now, with his excellent grades, he had been admitted to Qinghai City People's Hospital, and their life was about to brighten up. But unexpectedly, this kind of accident happened.

"Damn it."

Good people really don't get good rewards, Lin Yu muttered, his eyelids unable to stay open any longer, and he slowly closed them.

"My child!"

A piercing cry suddenly woke Lin Yu. He opened his eyes and found himself standing at the foot of the bed, while his mother was sobbing uncontrollably on the bed.

"Mom, why are you crying? I'm right here, aren't I?"

Lin Yu was overjoyed, thinking he had miraculously recovered. He reached out to pat his mother, but his hand passed right through her body.

His mother showed no reaction and continued to cry.

Lin Yu's expression changed, and he looked up to see another version of himself lying on the bed, his face pale and lifeless.

Am I dead?

Lin Yu looked down at the figure standing at the foot of the bed, noticing that his body was somewhat pale and slightly transparent.

Lin Yu was shocked; it turned out that after death, one really did have a soul!

No matter what he said or did, his mother couldn't sense him.

With the help of the nurse, his mother, in pain, dressed Lin Yu in his funeral clothes. Then, the orderlies carried his body to the hearse.

His mother got into the car, sitting next to his body, tightly holding his hand, tears streaming from her swollen eyes, "Fei'er, you can go in peace. I'll finish the arrangements here and come down to be with you."

To her, her son was everything. With his death, her life had no meaning.

Hearing that his mother wanted to commit suicide, Lin Yu panicked and tried to revive himself by lying on his body, as seen in movies, but it had no effect. Every time he tried to sit up, only his soul rose.

The car soon arrived at the crematorium. After paying, the staff gave Lin Yu a simple makeup job and handed his mother a number. Then, the cremation personnel pushed Lin Yu's body into the cremation hall.

"No!"

The moment his body was pushed into the cremation furnace, Lin Yu instantly collapsed.

As his body burned, Lin Yu felt his consciousness weakening, and countless faint light points were dispersing from his body, his soul gradually fading.

At the same time, another world began to appear before his eyes, filled with endless darkness, red flames, and piercing screams.

Hell!

This was the first thought that flashed through Lin Yu's mind, and a powerful sense of fear instantly engulfed him.

His soul instinctively crashed around in the air, and the light points continued to float out of his soul, the rate increasing.

The hellish world before his eyes became clearer, and he could hear a mysterious, hoarse voice calling him.

At this moment, Lin Yu's body in the furnace was almost completely burned, and a jade pendant suddenly emitted a brilliant light in the ashes.

This pendant was left to him by his grandfather when he died and had been worn by Lin Yu since childhood. His mother had deliberately not removed it when dressing him in his funeral clothes.

The pendant's light grew brighter, and with a bang, a greenish light shot out and attached to Lin Yu's soul.

Then, a hoarse voice echoed in his mind, "I am your ancestor, a sage. From today, you are my successor, inheriting my medical and mystical arts, to heal and save others and yourself..."

The voice faded, and a massive amount of information suddenly flooded Lin Yu's mind: medical and mystical arts, cultivation techniques, and some of his ancestor's travel experiences.

Reading the information in his mind, Lin Yu felt extremely excited, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

But this excitement quickly faded. What good was inheriting secret arts if he was about to go to hell?

This thought flashed through his mind, and a memory of a soul-reviving technique suddenly appeared.

The memory showed that through this technique, a soul that had not dispersed after death could be reborn by possessing a body.

However, Lin Yu's body had been reduced to ashes in the fire. Fortunately, there was a method for reviving when the body was damaged: "Body destroyed, become a ghost, find a living body, and possess it."

Lin Yu took a deep breath. It meant that with his body destroyed, to revive, he had to become a ghost and find another body to possess.

In human consciousness, ghosts were the embodiment of evil, and possessing someone else's body would be like indirectly taking their life.

While hesitating, Lin Yu's soul became increasingly faint, leaving only a shadow, and the voice from hell became clearer.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth, looking at the bodies being pushed into the cremation hall one by one, and suddenly had an idea. If dead bodies wouldn't work, maybe living dead bodies would.

A few minutes later, Lin Yu arrived at the largest vegetative state care center in Qinghai City.

Many vegetative patients had no consciousness and would never wake up. They were alive only in body. Lin Yu thought that possessing such a person wouldn't be considered murder.

At first, Lin Yu searched room by room for a suitable body.

But as his consciousness became increasingly faint, the call from hell became more urgent.

Lin Yu didn't have time to think and chose a male vegetative patient in his twenties, reciting the soul-reviving technique. Suddenly, he turned into a wisp of white smoke and plunged into the body.

"You can't escape!"

At the same time, the call turned into a piercing scream, and Lin Yu lost all consciousness.

When Lin Yu woke up again, he felt a blinding light. After a moment, he adapted and looked down to see himself lying in a hospital bed.

He succeeded!

Lin Yu was so excited he almost shouted, sitting up and looking at his new body. He eagerly tore off the IV and jumped out of bed, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he stumbled and fell.

The young man's muscles had atrophied slightly due to prolonged bed rest.

Lin Yu staggered to his feet, looked at the calendar on the wall, and saw it was the next day. Touching the bed and the wall, he felt the cold temperature, and it felt like a dream. He had died yesterday and was now alive again.

After a bit of movement to adapt to his new body, he rushed out of the hospital, with only one thing on his mind: to see his mother.

The bun shop was crowded with people, and a dozen thugs were demanding money from Lin Yu's mother.

To pay for Lin Yu's surgery, his mother had been forced to take out a high-interest loan of over 100,000 yuan. Upon learning of Lin Yu's death, the thugs had come to collect the debt.

"Don't worry, I'll sell the shop in a few days and pay you back. Please leave now," Lin Yu's mother pleaded with red, swollen eyes, hoping to get rid of them quickly. She didn't want her son to leave in peace.

"Shit, your lousy shop isn't worth much. Your son is dead. If we leave, and you run away, who will we ask for the money?" the leader, a punk with yellow hair, cursed.

"I won't run. I'll gather the money and pay you back as soon as possible," she said.

"No way, we want the money today!" the yellow-haired punk insisted.

"But I really don't have any money. You know, I spent it all on my son's treatment..."

Lin Yu's mother's heart ached, her voice hoarse with pleading.

"Fine, how about this: transfer the deed of your old house to us, and we'll consider it paid off." The yellow-haired punk's eyes darted, revealing his true intentions.

Lin Yu's mother was stunned. The house was left by his grandfather, though old, it was in a good location. At current Qinghai prices, it could sell for 2 to 3 million yuan. This was outright robbery.

But with her son dead, the house had no meaning. Paying off the debt would allow her to leave in peace.

Thinking this, Lin Yu's mother, feeling utterly hopeless, nodded, about to agree, when a voice from outside the door shouted.

"No! Our house is worth millions. You're robbing us!"

Then, Lin Yu, in his new body, burst in.

"Who the hell are you, punk? What's it to you?" the yellow-haired punk, seeing Lin Yu in a hospital gown, thought he was a lunatic and slapped him.

Lin Yu instinctively dodged and pushed, sending the punk flying several meters, crashing into a table.

"Kill him!"

The yellow-haired punk, clutching his chest, ordered the other thugs to attack. They surrounded Lin Yu, punching and kicking, but Lin Yu fought back.

The bun shop filled with screams as the thugs cried out in pain.

Despite their numbers, they couldn't even touch Lin Yu, while his punches and kicks felt like being hit by a car.

One punch was enough to incapacitate them.

Lin Yu was also shocked. Ghosts were said to have immense strength, and it turned out to be true. The thugs' movements seemed slow and easy to dodge.

"Call the police! Call the police!"

The yellow-haired punk, terrified, ordered his men to call the police. He had seen tough guys, but never one this strong, almost inhuman.

Hearing this, Lin Yu's mother rushed over, grabbing Lin Yu's hand, "Young man, they're calling the police. You should leave. I'll handle this."

"Mom, what are you saying? How can I leave you?"

Lin Yu was so happy he almost cried. Being alive to see his mother again was wonderful.

Hearing his call, his mother was stunned, looking at him in confusion.

Seeing her expression, Lin Yu realized he was alive but in a different body, and his mother didn't recognize him.

"Sorry, ma'am, seeing you reminded me of my mom. I blurted it out. Don't mind me."

Lin Yu, fearing his true identity would scare his mother, quickly made up a lie.

"It's okay, young man. You should leave. We can't involve you in our problems." Lin Yu's mother, while pushing him out, felt a sense of familiarity with this young man.

She wasn't surprised that Lin Yu knew her surname. Many netizens knew about her son's heroic death, and her name and contact information had been exposed. Many kind people had offered to pay their respects, but she had declined.

"Alright, you said it. Give us the money," the yellow-haired punk said, not caring why Lin Yu was paying, as long as he got the money.

"Give me three days," Lin Yu said.

"..." The yellow-haired punk was speechless, expecting Lin Yu to pay immediately.

"What? Don't you believe me?"

Seeing the punk's silence, Lin Yu frowned, his tone cold.

"Believe, believe, but can you tell me your name, sir?" The punk shivered under Lin Yu's cold gaze.

Name?

Right, in his rush, he hadn't even seen this person's name.

"Trust me, I'll do what I promise. In three days, here, I'll pay you back with interest."

Lin Yu was confident because of his new body.

He thought that since the young man was in a care center, his family, though ordinary, could at least provide 100,000 to 200,000 yuan. He would borrow it and return it after earning money.

Impressed by Lin Yu's skills, the punk didn't argue, about to agree, when he suddenly stared outside, as if captivated.

Lin Yu followed his gaze and saw a red BMW X5 parked outside. The door opened, and a pair of long, slender legs stepped out, followed by a tall, beautiful woman in a white bohemian dress.

The woman, with her black hair and sunglasses, had flawless skin and a stunning face, leaving the punk and his men speechless.

Lin Yu was also captivated. This woman was truly a beauty.

The woman looked at the bun shop, frowned, and walked in.

"Beautiful lady, would you like some buns? What flavor?"

Lin Yu blurted out, a reflex from helping his mother sell buns.

"What did you call me?"

The woman glared at him, displeased.

"Beautiful lady."

Lin Yu, confused, didn't see what was wrong with the term.

The woman sized him up and said coldly, "Impressive, He Jiarong. Comatose for two months, and you don't even recognize your wife."