An Ordinary Person Joins the Funeral Studies Department

The good news: Liu Ying was reborn.

The bad news: The place was wrong, he had no memories, and even his character was all wrong!

He watched the tender shoots that occasionally sprouted from the top of his head and performed photosynthesis, silently crossing out the idea that he had been reincarnated before drinking enough of Granny Meng's soup.

It seemed he'd been disqualified from being human in this life...

But in this life, Liu Ying discovered that he could see ghosts, so from childhood he chased all kinds of wandering spirits around to play. This terrified his parents.

They promptly dumped him on an itinerant old Taoist priest.

After finishing the college entrance exam, Liu Ying applied to Tianqing University for its folk customs and funeral services program, scoring exceptionally highly. Most people couldn't understand what he was thinking.

But before long, Liu Ying proved himself through his actions, leaving everyone in agreement that this obscure major and this kid were a perfect match.

It began when someone saw him talking to himself and folding gold ingots in the folk customs and funeral services classroom late at night. The witness's pants retired on the spot.

Later, someone ran into him in the elevator of the lab building in the early hours, twisting his limbs and acting strangely. The student on duty in the security room recited materialism twenty-four times on the spot.

So when Deng Xuandu, a renowned provincial psychologist, came to study and give a lecture, Liu Ying's classmates forcibly hauled him to the counseling room.

Liu Ying looked up. So the modern metaphysics world's top authority, who had dragged him to the police station for sneaking into a crime scene and "forced" him to sign a contract to work like a pack mule without giving a damn about his mental health, was also a psychologist.

Liu Ying: Sorry, even though you've changed your secret identity, I still can't stand you.

But... the little shoots on his head had become rebellious again. Whenever they saw this big shot, they would sprout uncontrollably and stretch toward him, even blooming into a little white flower.

Pollen drifted everywhere, inevitably affecting other people. The one who suffered most, of course, was Deng Xuandu.

He took Liu Ying's hand and placed it on a patch of unusually rough skin.

"Feel it. Doesn't it feel nice?"

"It feels great."

While the former was enjoying himself, Liu Ying finally couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away.

Deng Xuandu's temperature was extremely abnormal, as hot as a red-hot iron. And on the patch of skin he'd touched, red-black scales had appeared.

Liu Ying: You aren't human either, damn it.

A few reading notes:

* One-on-one, happy ending, both leads are each other's first and only. A little past-life and present-life content.

* A warm little white flower in public, but actually a scheming idea machine and funeral services freshman bottom x the top authority in metaphysics, top.

* The metaphysical elements in this novel are fictional. Don't take them seriously! Don't take them seriously!

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My Corpse Was Collected by an Evil God

In the first year of evolution, life returned and the order of the world was reshuffled. Humanity was on the verge of extinction.

But for Cen Biexu, it no longer had anything to do with him.

Cen Biexu was a researcher at a biology institute. His talent had earned him a place on his advisor's drug research project ahead of schedule, leaving him so busy every day that his feet barely touched the ground.

When a patient who'd secretly used an unfinished drug broke into his home and held a knife to his neck, Cen Biexu didn't feel much like struggling anymore.

The outside world was in chaos, while Cen Biexu quietly contemplated life beside his stinking corpse. What was the procedure he had to follow now?

Oh, right. The Black and White Impermanence...

But instead of the Black and White Impermanence, a smug System showed up.

The System chattered on and on, but Cen Biexu only caught one thing: he could stay alive, but he had to possess another object. The higher the object's level, the stronger the supernatural ability he'd randomly obtain.

Cen Biexu: Great. I'm ready to possess a nuclear bomb and destroy the whole world.

Cen Biexu stood up, dizzy, and grabbed the wall.

The System let out a piercing shriek. Aaaaaah! You turned into a brick? Could you be any stupider? You could at least have gone outside and touched a blade of grass!

Cen Biexu: ...

Thanks to an incredible stroke of luck, Cen Biexu met the pinnacle of human combat strength, the only evil god who hadn't been killed because of his power, Satan's Listener, and his direct superior, Xie Tingzhuo.

Demons needed beautiful appearances to bewitch humanity. From then on, Cen Biexu deeply agreed.

After going to great lengths, Cen Biexu was taken home by Xie Tingzhuo.

But why did his superior have the corpse of his former human self at home?

Seeing his own perfectly preserved corpse, Cen Biexu's mind was filled with a stampede of profanity.

Xie Tingzhuo: I don't remember clearly, but I know he's my beloved.

With that, he kissed the back of the corpse's hand in front of Cen Biexu, reverent and worshipful.

Cen Biexu: ? I was married.

Theme: Break through the darkness and reach for the light