The Corpse Driver [Transmigration]

Legend has it that a tribe in the Nanling Mountains can bring the dead back to life, restoring flesh to bare bones. Wherever the white crows pass, paper money is scattered without end.

People call them corpse drivers.

Duan Yan died on the march.

He was the Xia Empire's Third Prince, ambushed on his way to reinforce Anping Commandery. His three thousand golden-armored guards were wiped out. He had thought he would be left to rot in the wilderness, but someone gathered his bones for burial. More surprising still, three months later, someone dug up his grave.

As a corpse, he looked at the handsome boy standing before him, who was younger than he was, and struggled to ask, "Did you dig up the wrong person?"

The boy replied expressionlessly, "No. Someone paid me to dig you up."

Duan Yan was stunned. What a scoundrel, hiring someone to rob a grave.

The boy took him to Pingdu, passing through Anping Commandery and an unnamed village. Only then did he discover what this war had truly done to the people.

He wanted peace, a peace that belonged to the people themselves.

San Buyan crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He paid a terrible price to break through the limits of time and space, all to find Yi.

But he was still too late.

When he dug that person out of the grave, he felt that spring in the human world was still beautiful.

If he could see you again, what would it matter if he had to give up everything?

A story about an irreverent corpse driver and an irreverent corpse making their way home.

1. Duan is the gong, and San is the shou.

2. A timid, wooden gong x an incredibly powerful yin-yang shou.

3. The shou is a tease. The gong likes him from the start, but the clueless fool doesn't know it himself.

4. A short story with 80% already written. There won't be any hiatuses or abandonment, so read with confidence.

5. I'm fixing typos lately. If there's an update, it means I'm working on edits.

Theme: Cherish life and live it well.