This Landlord Isn't Human

That year, Chen Xiaoshan was sixteen. His uncle, Chen Zhongyi, who had raised him single-handedly, died horribly in a car accident in Xijing City. By the time word finally reached Xiaoshan, ten days had passed. That day, Xiaoshan was in class at his high school when Liu Daqing from the village shouted through the broken window with no glass: "Chen Xiaoshan! Chen Xiaoshan! Your uncle died in a car accident. Go take care of the funeral arrangements." The classroom was noisy, but Xiaoshan heard every word clearly. His mind instantly went blank. He could no longer hear anything; all the noise seemed to fade away. He toppled straight backward.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.