Chronicles of a Hundred Ghosts

A thousand years later, Lin Haochu's coffin lid could finally hold him down no longer. He awoke from the darkness, eager to feel the spring breeze of the twenty-first century on his face.

But before he could climb out of his coffin, a sticky little creature wrapped itself around his leg.

"Let go." Lin Haochu bared his vampire fangs. "If you don't, I'll bite you!"

The little ghost's big eyes blinked. Its chubby wrist turned over, and in an instant it transformed into a handsome young man in red.

The youth leaned over Lin Haochu and pressed him back into the bottom of the coffin.

"Sure. The bite marks you left on me in my last life haven't even faded yet. I don't mind adding another one."

The thousand-year-old vampire blushed, his old face thoroughly disgraced.

Lin Haochu asks: The little ghost I teased years ago has grown up and holds a grudge like nobody's business. What do I do?

Zhou Zhi answers: Thanks for asking. It's simple. Give in to him.

(Blurb provisional. Screenshot taken on January 15.)

Theme: Promoting the core socialist values.