Nian Xisu is an ancient zombie who was sealed away thousands of years ago. Thousands of years later, a group of tomb raiders break into his tomb and awaken him with their blood. The Heavenly Dao will not tolerate his existence, so it sends down three bolts of heavenly lightning. But the Heavenly Dao has weakened, and the lightning fails to kill Nian Xisu, merely leaving his zombie body battered and bruised.
Only merit and fortune can repair his body. Zombies have two ways to obtain merit and fortune: one is to drink blood, and the other is to enter the mortal world and help people avert disasters and overcome calamities.
Nian Xisu is a picky zombie. He won't drink just anyone's blood, so he has no choice but to enter the mortal world and help people overcome their troubles.
Story One: A daughter-in-law returns as a vengeful ghost on the night of her resurrection to take revenge on her mother-in-law and husband. The reason? They favored boys over girls and even used a steel nail to kill their own granddaughter.
Story Two: A brat wakes up from a nap with a limp. It turns out a weasel has bitten through the bones in his soul's leg, so Nian Xisu has no choice but to visit the underworld and bring a Yin doctor back to treat him.
Story Three: A male celebrity has his leg broken in his sleep. The culprit turns out to be a lesson from his ancestors...
Story Four: A female celebrity's son is born mentally disabled. People criticize her, claiming she extracted one of her son's souls to make an ancient vine child. The truth is that his Earth Soul was taken when he was born...
Story Five: A weasel asks someone to grant it a title, but ends up having a title demanded of it instead...
Story Six: A plea for help from a living soul...
New novel coming soon: The Surgeon-in-Chief Transmigrates into a Pitiful Boy in Ancient Times
Mo Jiao is a top medical expert of the twenty-first century. High-ranking officials and wealthy magnates have to book his surgeries a month in advance, and whether they can get an appointment depends on whether he feels like taking them.
At thirty-five, Mo Jiao reaches another peak in his career and wins the Nobel Prize in Medicine. He thinks his future is boundless, but then his life is cut short.
When he opens his eyes again, Mo Jiao finds himself in ancient times, in the world of a book.
He can put up with all that. What he can't accept is that he's transmigrated into the book as its pitiful little character.
The pitiful boy comes from a distinguished family, the Mo clan, the foremost of the four great houses of the time. Even the ruler has to show them considerable respect.
Before long, the boy's mother will die in childbirth. His father will then follow her in death, overcome with grief.
The young boy will be left alone, like a child carrying gold through the world. A pack of wolves, already lying in wait, will tear him apart and devour him. In the end, he'll be reduced to begging on the streets, then starve to death on a rainy night, miserable and alone.
Mo Jiao shudders. He may be doomed, but he isn't going to die until the very moment he's supposed to. It's just a simple C-section. How could that stump the deputy chief surgeon of a major hospital? He'll make sure his mother gets one.
No surgical disinfectant? No problem, we'll make some. No equipment for IV drips? No problem, we'll make it. No anti-inflammatory drugs? No problem, we'll make those, too. What medical student hasn't grown all kinds of bacteria in the lab?
Somehow, while making all that, he accidentally starts a rebellion. His father ascends the throne, and Mo Jiao becomes the crown prince.
Fine, the crown prince it is. It won't stop him from doing surgery, or from... well, no, from loving the person by his side.
Blurb One:
Someone: The Daoist Wen is so beautiful!
Someone else: Dead!
Wen Rujun has always hated people calling him beautiful.
But Mo Jiao says Wen Rujun looks stunning in black robes and white clothes, enough to make anyone swoon!
The next day, Wen Rujun wears black robes and white clothes for three days straight.
Blurb Two:
Wen Rujun asks Mo Jiao, "Which is more beautiful, me or gold and silver?"
Everyone knows Mo Jiao has only three loves in life: good food, gold and silver, and Wen Rujun.
Mo Jiao's round, bun-like face scrunches up, clearly torn by an agonizing dilemma.
At last, with a look of profound anguish, he says, "You are the most beautiful."
And so Wen Rujun is satisfied.
Other upcoming novels in the same genre: My Husband Is a Pitiful Little Star in the Entertainment Industry. Upcoming rule-horror novels: They Say I'm an NPC in the Horror World and I Want to Immigrate to the Horror World.
Theme: Everyone is the protagonist of their own world
Preview of the new article "The Director of Surgery Dresses up as a Poor Little from Ancient Times"
The same type of metaphysical literature has been pre-released: "My Husband is a Poor Person in the Entertainment Industry", pre-releases of rules-based ghost stories are "They All Say I'm an NPC in the World of Ghost Stories", "I Want to Immigrant to the World of Ghost Stories"
Why hasn't it been updated yet? It's been too long.
"Gu Ang shouted obediently, "Caught a big bug for the author~
Gu Xu
"You don't have to be afraid, you are not a master" is a big bug for the author~
It's "not a big deal"!
Preview of the new article "The Director of Surgery Dresses up as a Poor Little from Ancient Times" The same type of metaphysical literature has been pre-released: "My Husband is a Poor Person in the Entertainment Industry", pre-releases of rules-based ghost stories are "They All Say I'm an NPC in the World of Ghost Stories", "I Want to Immigrant to the World of Ghost Stories"
Why hasn't it been updated yet? It's been too long.
"Gu Ang shouted obediently, "Caught a big bug for the author~ Gu Xu
"You don't have to be afraid, you are not a master" is a big bug for the author~ It's "not a big deal"!
Ah [touch head][touch head][touch head] Taoist priest Xiaoqiang is really really~
The writing in the front is quite good, but why is the word count so low in the back?
It's a pity that the second fate line cannot see what happens after death.