How Is He Not Human Again?

[This novel has been officially signed. For updates, follow vb@Yi Jie Ouou] Jiang Jूबai’s childhood friend was beaten up by someone named Xu Luan, a rich second-generation heir. To stand up for his friend, Jiang Jubai went to Xu Luan’s house to confront him. When he arrived, he discovered that Xu Luan had already been dead before they got there! As he fled in a panic, he blundered into a bizarre funeral hall: an ever-burning lamp, copper coins stained with blood, and a blurry memorial portrait… After going through hell to escape the funeral hall, they returned home. Jiang Jubai fell seriously ill, and when he woke up, a strikingly familiar handsome young man was sitting beside his bed. Jiang Jubai asked, bewildered, “Who are you?” The handsome young man smiled faintly. “Xu Luan.” Only then did the boy remember that the dead rich heir had been named Xu Luan. - Once an exemplary student, now a ghost, he has no interest in reincarnation. All he wants is to figure out how to get Jiang Jubai into bed. “Are you sick?” Jiang Jubai asked. “A little,” Xu Luan admitted. Jiang Jubai killed it, fled his hometown in a panic, and found himself a respectable job. But at his workplace, thousands of miles from home, he came across a person who looked exactly like it. It pinned Jiang Jubai down and tore off its human skin. Its face was impossible to make out. “I found you, baby.” A bottom who can never escape x a clingy, relentless ghost top The bottom has a bit of a temper (I think he’s lovely, a good boy); the top is pretty unhinged (genuinely unhinged) - I want to write this one next, so please add "After My Husband Died, I Got Another Dead Husband" to your reading list: gentle, wisecracking bottom x a vengeful ghost top who was a social outcast, overlooked by everyone when he was alive (younger top) Blurb: Less than a year after Chi Renzhen got married, his husband died. His husband’s family called him a jinx and chased him away, and he had no way of finding out where his husband was buried. At last, after following a maze of social connections, he found out which cemetery held his husband’s grave. His husband’s grave stood alone at the very back of the cemetery, tall and imposing. Even among tombs, it was practically an eight-thousand-square-meter mansion. Poor thing, his husband had died young. Chi Renzhen often brought incense, paper offerings, fruit, and flowers to visit him, and would sit before his grave for two hours at a time. After three months of this lonely but regular routine, Chi Renzhen went to a class reunion. When it was over, everyone cried their eyes out over his husband’s death, then, caught up in the moment, rushed off to pay their respects. Their old school friendships brought them all to tears around his husband’s grave. But Chi Renzhen stood there stunned, unable to cry at all. There was a photo of his husband on the headstone. This really was his husband’s grave. But it was his first time here Chi Renzhen’s heart churned. This was his husband’s grave! Then whose grave had he been visiting for three months, the one without a photo? - Top: “Your husband is dead. I’m your husband now.” Chi Renzhen: “...Aren’t you dead too?” Top: “Oh... I forgot. Then I’m your dead husband.” Theme: No matter what, as long as you’re alive, hope is endless