"Hey, buddy. When I die, you can compress my ashes into a die. Then whenever you're lost, you can roll it and see what comes up. Think of it as my advice, since I've lived a virtuous life."
"Don't roll it for exams. I wouldn't know the answers either."
Later, please Zhong really did have Xian Yunshu's ashes made into a die. The first question he asked was:
What should you do if you get dumped?
The die: 6
This novel is also known as The Virgin Widower Lies in His Coffin, Obsessively Playing with His Wife's Ashes for Five Hundred Years
Xian Yunshu had a birth chart entirely of yin energy. At night, his soul would often leave his body and travel through different times and spaces.
He treated it like a nightly vacation and had the time of his life.
But tonight's destination seemed a little different.
He was being held in someone's arms, pinned to a bed draped in bright red silk. The man gazed at him with desire surging in his eyes, his red lips moving in a vision of breathtaking beauty. But the words he spoke made Jin Xiangshu tremble with fear, as if plunged into an icy cavern.
"Don't be afraid, darling. Your husband will make you feel very good..."
Feel good, my ass! I haven't even finished my group project!
With the last of his willpower, Xian Yunshu forced his soul back into his body and lay limp on the bed, gasping from fright. His throat was so dry it felt like it was smoking. He wanted to get out of bed and pour himself some water, only to find his inner thighs sticky, with faint red marks on them.
Xian Yunshu: "?"
In the darkness, his round, startled eyes met those of his roommate across the room. His once sunny, cheerful, and considerate junior now stared at him with a cold gaze that made his skin crawl.
Because he had just seen those peach-blossom eyes on the bed.
Hey, man, what the hell?!
"Calling you 'gege' was a lie. Calling you 'senior' was a lie too. Being sunny and considerate was also a lie."
"I'm five hundred years older than you. I'll haunt you even after I'm dead. (finger heart)"
After his lover died, please Zhong ended his own life, clutching his lover's ash die as he waited in his coffin for a hundred years.
He had once entered his life. This time, it was his turn to drag him back.
We exchanged vows. We married. We drank the nuptial wine together and lost ourselves in passion. In life, I am your husband. In death, I am your ghost. In every life to come, I will be bound to you.
The ace book-framing student in calligraphy and book restoration, an amateur ghost-catching expert, is the shou. The laid-back aerospace engineering student who hates early mornings is a modern man crossing over to undergo tribulation as a true Taoist, and the gong.
A ghost-magnet, timid, chatty, cheerful oddball * a creepy but reliable old-school daddy with peculiar tastes
A love that transcends life and death + faked death + amnesia + secret identity revealed (size difference / cross-dressing / boiled dumplings / both virgins / one-on-one romance)
One-line summary: I've got something on my mind, but I'm not saying
Theme: Nobody can beat me
