I Heard I Came Back to Life Again

This story is told in the third person! Here is the blurb: My name is Ji Wushuang. I died an hour ago. A crowd of people surrounded my bloodied corpse. They were all my neighbors. "He's finally dead! Took long enough." That was Grandma Wang next door, who always brought me food. "This kid was one of the hardest to kill in all the hundreds of years I've worked here. I'm exhausted." That was Uncle Li from upstairs, who often walked me to school since it was on his way. After my acquaintances chattered away, relieved that I was dead, my corpse slowly floated into the air and drifted back to the bed in my own room. Then my acquaintances all left. I didn't know why they had to carry my corpse back, but I felt that my worldview, outlook on life, and values had all shattered in the space of a few hours. But the biggest problem was that I had come back to life. What was I supposed to do now? Theme: