Bloodthirsty Demons, Episodes 1-7 (Complete) Author: Shotgun [Hetu Entity]

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Episode

1 Chapter 1 The Body is Missing

Fangzi rushed to the hospital, wanting to see Ding Jun one last time. By this time, she had stopped crying, because crying was pointless. Besides, she had no more tears. Her tears had long since dried up.

As she got out of the taxi, a black sedan pulled up. Two people got out, people Fangzi recognized—Zhen Ji and her boyfriend, Jack. They also saw Fangzi. Neither spoke, only nodded, and then they rushed to the hospital together.

Before entering the ward, Fangzi's heart was breaking. She forced herself to remain calm and followed the other two into the ward. She was terrified to see his thin, pale face, and couldn't accept life without Ding Jun.

The ward was as quiet as the dead of night, with only occasional low sobs, which added to the already solemn and heavy atmosphere. Fangzi saw Ding Jun's relatives and classmates gathered around the bed. The one sobbing was Ding Jun's mother. Ding Jun's father wasn't crying; he just sat blankly in a chair to the side, like a statue. His empty eyes made one wonder if he was still alive.

Fangzi ran over, hugged Ding's mother's arm, and whispered, "Auntie, is he any better?" As she spoke, she glanced at Ding Jun on the hospital bed. That glance made Fangzi burst into tears as well. Ding Jun on the bed was ashen-faced and so thin he was almost unrecognizable. The doctors had already removed all the resuscitation equipment. Because resuscitation was futile, it was better to give his loved ones more time to say goodbye.

Ding Jun half-closed his eyes, taking a long time to catch his breath. His high nose and delicate features made people sigh with regret and pity. Everyone remained silent, as if waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Fangzi bent down, her voice trembling with tears, and called out, "Ding Jun, Ding Jun, it's me, Fangzi! Can you hear me?"

Ding Jun suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Fangzi, I heard you. I'm so happy you've come to see me. Where's Zhenji? Is she here too?" As he spoke, Ding Jun's eyes suddenly lit up like light bulbs, and a blush appeared on his face.

Seeing his joyful expression, Fangzi thought Ding Jun was getting better. She grabbed his hand and said, "She's here. She came with me." She turned and called to Zhenji. Zhenji walked in from outside the crowd, her face filled with sadness. Behind her followed Jack, tall and imposing like a bear.

Upon seeing Zhenji, Ding Jun's life seemed to reignite like a flame. But when his gaze passed over Zhenji's head and landed on the aloof Jack, his flame seemed to suddenly go out.

He sighed deeply, closed his eyes, and two tears rolled down his cheeks. Seeing Zhenji with another man was naturally not a pleasant experience for him. Even though he was about to die, he couldn't accept the fact that Zhenji was with someone else.

Seeing her son in tears, Ding's mother felt even more distressed. She bent down, touched her son's thin face, and said affectionately, "Ding Jun, my good son, is there anything else you want to say?"

Ding Jun gasped for breath and said, "Dad, Mom, my death is nothing, it's just that you've suffered. You raised me until I was nineteen, and I haven't even had a chance to properly repay your kindness..."

Hearing this, Ding's mother burst into tears and threw herself into her son's arms. Ding Jun's elderly father also came over from his chair, looking at his son with tears streaming down his face. He said, "Son, you've always been a good child. Having a son like you

makes your mother and me very happy." A smile appeared on Ding Jun's face. He turned to Fangzi and said sincerely, "Fangzi, you've always been deeply in love with me, but I haven't appreciated it and have failed to live up to your kindness. If I could live again, I would definitely marry you."

Fangzi was deeply moved. She gripped Ding Jun's hand tightly and said emotionally, "Hearing you say those words makes me incredibly happy. If you weren't here, I would never be with anyone else. My whole life belongs to you alone."

Ding Jun shook his head and said, "No, don't do that. If you do that, I won't be able to die in peace." His breathing became rapid.

Ding's mother knew her son didn't have much time left, so she asked, "Ding Jun, is there anything you wish for?"

Ding Jun thought for a moment and said, "I have two wishes. The first is that I want to hug my toy lion again, and the second is that Zhen Ji wants to kiss me."

Fang Zi immediately stood up and said, "I'll take care of the first one." Ding Jun's father handed the house key to Fang Zi. Fang Zi glanced at the nervous Zhen Ji, then rushed out of the ward to get the "lion."

In the ward, Zhen Ji blushed instantly when Ding Jun asked her to kiss him. Her dark, crystal-like eyes looked at Ding Jun on the bed, then at her classmates beside her, and then back at her boyfriend behind her. Her boyfriend was glaring at Ding Jun. Jack was a petty man; he wouldn't allow his girlfriend to kiss another man, not even if that man were to die.

Seeing her son looking at Zhenji expectantly, while Zhenji looked troubled, Ding's mother felt a pang of sadness and suddenly knelt down. Zhenji was startled, her body trembling, and she cried out, "Auntie, please don't do this! I'll agree!" She hurriedly helped Ding's mother up. This time, without even glancing at her boyfriend, she bent down and kissed Ding Jun on the cheek. The classmates around couldn't help but gasp, staring at Ding Jun with envious eyes. In that sensual moment, some boys couldn't help but think, "If only I were Ding Jun lying in bed!" To win a kiss from a beauty, even death would be worthwhile.

Ding Jun, on the bed, closed his eyes contentedly. When Zhenji straightened up, her face was burning. In all her life, she had only kissed two people: her boyfriend and Ding Jun. To do this in front of so many people was truly shameful.

Before Zhen Ji could think any further, a snort came from behind her. Zhen Ji turned around and saw Jack's face filled with anger, his eyes red. He gritted his teeth, raised his fist at Ding Jun on the bed, hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran. Zhen Ji called out, "Wait for me!" and chased after him.

Ding Jun sighed weakly, "She still doesn't love me." Then he closed his eyes in despair. A while later, Fang Zi rushed in like a train, carrying the toy lion that Ding Jun had wanted.

As soon as the toy was in Ding Jun's hands, he suddenly became agitated. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he suddenly sat up, tightly hugging the palm-sized toy, repeatedly crying out, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to..." His voice grew faster and weaker until finally, he fell silent. Then, his body slumped to the side, and he knew nothing more.

"Doctor, call the doctor quickly!" Mr. Ding reacted quickly. Even knowing it was useless, he still called. It was as if his shout would bring his son back to life.

After what seemed like an eternity, a doctor and nurse finally strolled in lazily. The doctor touched Ding Jun's chest, listened to his breathing, checked his eyelids, and said indifferently, "Take him away." He then turned and left

. Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ding collapsed backward. Fangzi and her classmate quickly supported her. Mr. Ding couldn't accept this cruel reality. His son was not even twenty years old and had died. He had a son late in life, hoping to enjoy the joys of family life, but fate had been so cruel. He, surnamed Ding, had always worked diligently, lived an honest life, and never done anything wrong. Why was God treating him this way?

Just then, hospital staff arrived. They brought a trolley and a body bag. While loading the body, they discovered that Ding Jun's hands were tightly gripping a toy lion. They tried their best but couldn't snatch the "lion" away. Having no other option, they had to pack the toy and the toy into a bag. As they packed, they grumbled, "I've been doing this for so many years, and I've never seen anything like this! What kind of 'lion' is this? Is it golden? Why is it being held so tightly?"

After Ding Jun was taken away in his hearse, his relatives and classmates also left. Only Fangzi and Ding Jun's parents remained in the room. Fangzi woke Ding's mother, who, after catching her breath, sighed, "It's fate! This child's lifespan was so short." Then, looking at Ding's father, she said, "Old man, go and collect our son's ashes." Ding's father

gritted his teeth, agreed, and stood up to leave. Suddenly, Ding's mother said, "Wait, I'll go too. I want to see my son off one last time." Fangzi quickly helped her and went with her.

Soon, they arrived at the funeral home in the hearse. They thought they would be cremated there, but there were many more dead that day, as if everyone was rushing to be reborn. They arrived around noon and started queuing. They waited until sunset, but Ding Jun still hadn't been called.

Fangzi thought to herself, "It seems even Heaven doesn't want Ding Jun to leave. If I had known he would leave so soon, I would have treated him better these past few years." How could someone as good as him get cancer? From diagnosis to death, it was only two months. Human life is so fragile.

Finally, it was Ding Jun's turn. According to custom, the deceased undergo a cosmetic procedure before cremation, allowing them to be beautiful one last time before their physical body disappears. Ding Jun was no exception. After the cosmetics were applied, they went to see Ding Jun one last time. At that moment, Ding Jun lay in the glass coffin, peacefully as if asleep. He was as handsome and refined as ever. His complexion was rosy, his features dignified; he didn't look like a young man who had lost his life.

Ding Jun's parents pretended to be strong. After seeing their son, they returned to the waiting room and slumped into their chairs like deflated balloons. Fangzi thought despairingly, "I'll never see him again. What's the point of my life? Although I have parents, I don't like them at all."

After they finished looking at Ding Jun's body, it was time for him to be placed in the crematorium. Just then, everything went black; all the lights went out. Everyone found it strange; they had never heard of a power outage at the funeral home in all these years, yet today it was. They overheard a staff member say, "I've been here for forty years, and this is the first time I've experienced a power outage. It's unbelievable. The sun might rise in the west tomorrow."

In Fangzi's experience, the residential area experienced power outages two or three times a year, but each time it only lasted a maximum of five minutes. So everyone thought that the power at the funeral home would be restored quickly.

They waited in the dim light for the power to come back on. The waiting was unpleasant. Everyone assumed that a power outage in a residential area would last at most five minutes, and this wouldn't exceed ten minutes, right? But they were all wrong. The wait seemed endless. They waited until the sun set and the moon rose, but the power still hadn't returned.

The funeral home staff informed everyone that they didn't know when the power would be restored that day, so they couldn't work normally and asked the deceased's family to come back tomorrow.

Ding Jun's father sighed, "Even in death, my son's death wasn't peaceful."

Ding's mother said dreamily, "If only he could come back tomorrow." Her voice was hoarse.

Ding's father scoffed, "Don't dream."

Fangzi thought that if he really came back, it would be a ghost. An undeniable fact was that Ding Jun was dead. That vibrant nineteen-year-old life had ended, like a flower withering, a candle burning out. He would turn into a small pile of ashes, never to return! My beloved has gone to another world. Thinking

this, Fangzi felt utterly drained. Heartbroken, she wished she could go with Ding Jun. But she couldn't die; she had to take care of Ding Jun's parents. They were almost seventy; the loss of their son had truly taken their lives.

Fangzi accompanied Ding Jun's parents out of the funeral home, into a taxi, and headed home. Along the way, the streetlights shone brightly, colorful lights illuminated the scene, and people enjoying themselves seemed to be having a good time. Upon seeing this, Ding Jun's parents closed their eyes and refused to look.

They arrived home quickly. Fangzi didn't go home either, staying with them at Ding Jun's house. Although she was a girl, she didn't collapse. She had known this outcome all along. She had promised Ding Jun that she would live strong and take care of his parents. She had to keep her promise.

In the Ding family's living room, Old Yu sat down and couldn't get up. They seemed to have used up all their energy, not even wanting to eat a bite. After comforting them for a few moments, Fangzi went to the kitchen to cook. Don't let her gentle appearance fool you; she's quite skilled at cooking. Ding Jun had once said that whoever married her would be blessed with good food.

Today, Fangzi was in a bad mood and couldn't concentrate on cooking. Therefore, she spent two hours in the kitchen, finishing what should have been a half-hour task. When she finished cooking and went to the living room to greet Ding Jun's parents, she found them already asleep. The living room light shone on their gray hair, their aged faces, and their tear-streaked cheeks, filling Fangzi with a pang of heartache.

She found a chair and sat down, trying to gather her chaotic thoughts. These past few days had driven her nearly mad. She had been staying at Ding Jun's house almost every day, spending her days at the hospital with him, hoping he would recover quickly. She had almost forgotten her parents, she had abandoned school. Her heart belonged only to Ding Jun. But her sincerity and passion hadn't moved heaven; Ding Jun continued his inevitable journey towards death, unstoppable. It seemed human power was limited. There were many things humans couldn't do. Otherwise, Ding Jun wouldn't have died.

Just as she was lost in thought, the doorbell suddenly rang rhythmically. Fangzi didn't know who it could be. She stood up and slowly walked to the door. Before opening it, she peeked through the peephole. That one glance was enough to make her scream and fall to the ground in fright. Her scream woke Ding Jun's parents.

Mr. Ding reacted quickly, rushing forward to help Fangzi up, asking, "Fangzi, what's wrong?" Fangzi stammered, "He...he..."

Mrs. Ding leaned closer and asked, "He? Which 'he'? Is Ding Jun back?" Knowing her son was dead, she still said that, showing how desperate she was for him.

Fangzi pointed outside the door, anxiously saying, "Ashes...ashes?"

Mrs. Ding's face darkened, her lips trembling as she asked, "Did the funeral home send the ashes?"

Mr. Ding snorted, saying, "The funeral home wouldn't provide such good service." With that, Mr. Ding opened the door with a stern face.

Standing in the doorway was a middle-aged man with a large face, small ears, and a thick beard, holding a large, dark red, exquisitely crafted urn in both hands. At this moment, he bent slightly, smiling, and said, "Uncle, I heard someone in your family died. You must really need this, right? I'm a kind person; I sell them for a thousand yuan each. I'll sell them to you cheaper, eight hundred will do."

Mr. Ding was furious, roaring, "Get out of here! You can keep this for yourself!" He slammed the door shut.

Inside the house, Mrs. Ding saw the urn and was overcome with grief again. She knew her son would never come back. Her son had turned to ashes, and in the end, he would be placed in this gruesome little box. She no longer had a son. Her son was her only hope. He was dead; how could the two of them live?

Mr. Ding helped his wife up and comforted her, saying, "That child only lived that long, don't be so sad. Even if we cry ourselves to death, he won't come back to life."

Mrs. Ding murmured, "If anyone's going to die, it's us. We're all old, death is death. But he was only nineteen."

Mr. Ding and his wife sat down and said, "On the road to the underworld, there are no young or old. Death doesn't follow a person's will."

Fangzi said from the side, "It's still because the level of medicine isn't high enough now, they can't even cure cancer. Sigh, I should have studied medicine back then. If I had learned how to cure cancer, he wouldn't have had to die."

With red and swollen eyes, Ding's mother looked at Fangzi and said, "Fangzi, what a good girl you are. If he were still alive, you two could have married and we could have a grandson." As she spoke, a sorrowful smile appeared on Ding's mother's face.

Seeing that her husband was still in a bad mood, Ding's father said, "Fangzi has prepared the meal. Let's eat. Don't go hungry; we have important things to do tomorrow. How can we have the strength to work if we don't eat enough?"

Fangzi also responded, "Yes, yes, Uncle, Aunt, let's go eat." So, the three of them went to eat.

But with worries weighing on their minds, no one ate much before going back to their rooms to sleep. Fangzi usually lived in a small room, but today she deliberately went into Ding Jun's room. Her lover was gone; she wanted to sleep there. That way, it would be as if he were still alive.

She entered Ding Jun's room, closed the door, turned on the light, and looked around. Under the bright white light, everything was unchanged, just as it had been when Ding Jun was alive. There was a bed by the window. The blankets were neatly folded, and the sheets were spotless. Against the wall stood a large bookshelf, filled with various books, mainly literature and history, with some fantasy and supernatural titles. Since his illness, Ding Jun had suddenly developed an interest in these kinds of books. No one understood why, assuming his illness had caused him to become mentally unstable.

Next to the bookshelf was a table. Ding Jun usually did his homework, read, and wrote at this table. Fangzi sat down and noticed several crumpled pieces of paper on the table, besides a pen holder, a cup, an alarm clock, and photos.

Curious, Fangzi grabbed one and opened it; it only contained three words: "I love you." Fangzi's heart warmed. She thought, "Could he be expressing his love to me? Or maybe he's not expressing it to me?"

She opened the second one; this time it contained four words: "I love you so much." Fangzi's heart raced. She thought, "If it were written to me, that would be wonderful." She pressed the crumpled paper to her chest, closed her beautiful eyes, and lingered in thought for a long time. After calming herself, she opened the third one. Upon reading it, she felt as if cold water had been poured over her, chilling her from head to toe, as if someone had suddenly shoved her into an ice cave.

She was angry and threw the crumpled paper to the ground. But then she picked it up again. After all, this was something Ding Jun had left behind; how could she just throw it away?

She mustered her courage and picked up the paper again to read: "Jing Ji, I will love you forever, until the end of the world."

Fangzi's hands trembled as she crumpled the paper, and it took her a long time to gather the crumpled papers away. Her heart remained unsettled for a long time. Actually, she should have understood long ago: such vows could never be given to her. In school, everyone knew that Ding Jun was Jing Ji's suitor. Among Jing Ji's countless admirers, Ding Jun was insignificant. Not to mention Ding Jun, even if you included all the boys in the school, you probably couldn't find another boy who could compete with Jack. Jack's qualities were too good.

How could he be so foolish? Knowing it's impossible, he still pursues it. "I'm so good to you, why isn't your heart with me?" Fangzi thought, a hint of resentment in her voice. But her lover was gone; further resentment was futile.

She tried to embrace everything with an ocean-like heart. She no longer blamed Ding Jun; after all, matters of the heart cannot be forced. Everyone has the freedom to love, the right to love. She had the right to love Ding Jun, and Ding Jun had the right not to love her, and the right to love Zhen Ji. What Fangzi resented was that she had compared herself to Zhen Ji countless times, and she hadn't found the latter to be much better. If Zhen Ji were graded, she would get at least 89 points, if not 90. In other boys' eyes, she and Zhen Ji were equally beautiful, both dream girls, yet Ding Jun didn't value her and was infatuated with Zhen Ji—it was truly inexplicable. It

took Fangzi a long time to calm herself down, like the night itself. After calming down, she slipped into Ding Jun's bed, feeling his presence. It was as if he were in bed too. Thinking this, Fangzi's face flushed crimson, like a ripe apple. She shyly covered her face, as if afraid someone would see.

In a daze, Fangzi fell asleep. She had a sweet dream; in it, she was holding hands with Ding Jun, running and laughing on the lawn, just like before. Later, she put on her wedding dress, and her groom, Ding Jun, lifted her up. She nestled her head against him, happy.

Just as she was experiencing the most beautiful part of her dream, a phone call startled Fangzi awake. She hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the living room to answer it. It was already bright outside, and the sunlight bathed everything in golden light.

"Hello, this is the Ding family home. What can I do for you?" Fangzi said politely as she picked up the phone.

"We're from Paradise Cemetery. Didn't you order a burial plot? Pay the remaining half right now. Otherwise, this plot will be sold to someone else! There are plenty of people wanting to buy plots; there are so many deaths these days!" the other person shouted. The rough voice was deafening, and Fangzi had to hold the receiver away from her ear.

Fangzi replied, "We understand, we'll get on it as soon as possible."

She hung up the phone, yawned, and was about to go back inside to get dressed. Unexpectedly, she hadn't taken more than a few steps when the phone rang again like a madman, as if it were something extremely important.

Fangzi picked up the receiver again, and an even rougher voice came through: "This is the funeral home. We've already called back to say that cremation is possible. Hurry up, or someone else will be cremated first." Before Fangzi could say anything, the other person had already hung up.

Fangzi put down the phone, thinking, "Who is this? They're so arrogant, like someone owes them a lot of money."

Fangzi went back to her room and started getting dressed. She was only wearing a white, form-fitting undergarment that realistically outlined Fangzi's figure. Her figure was incredibly beautiful—long and slender, with a prominent bust, a narrow waist, and a pert bottom that could make any man's nose bleed. Even more remarkable was that while Japanese women were generally considered to have soft, alluring, and sweet features, their short stature and short, thick legs were a drawback. Fangzi was an absolute exception; not only was she tall, but she also possessed a pair of long, shapely, beautiful legs. She was confident she had an advantage over Zhenji, and she even believed her most beautiful feature wasn't her legs. It was a pity Ding Jun wouldn't be able to see such a beautiful figure.

Fangzi slowly put on her light blue dress, sighed a few times, and then went to cook. When she finished cooking, Ding Jun's parents were already up. Their eyelids were swollen; they hadn't slept well.

After greeting them good morning, Fangzi told them about the two phone calls she had just made. Mrs. Ding, her face contorted with grief, remained silent, while Mr. Ding said, "Since we're both gone, let us be laid to rest. This plot of land should be for us."

The three hastily ate breakfast and went to the cemetery to pay. However, the cemetery staff were dishonest; seeing the price was good, they suddenly raised the price. Mr. Ding was furious; if Mrs. Ding hadn't stopped him, he almost rushed forward and slapped the staff several times. Despite his age, the old man was a skilled fighter in his youth.

To give his son a proper resting place, Mr. Ding suppressed his anger and said he would come back in the afternoon to pay. Afterwards, the three went to the funeral home from the previous day. Upon arriving, their mood soured again, as if this were the gates of hell.

They were immediately surrounded by funeral home staff. Seeing their panicked expressions, Mr. Ding's heart sank, and he asked, "What happened?"

Fangzi also asked, "Wasn't it our turn?"

An older staff member smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Ding, we still can't cremate your son today."

Mrs. Ding asked unhappily, "What happened? Was there a power outage again?"

The staff member replied, "No, your son is missing."

Mr. Ding exclaimed, "What did you say? Where's my son?" Enraged, he lunged forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and with a mighty pull, lifted him up as easily as lifting a chick. The man immediately coughed, seemingly about to suffocate.

Mrs. Ding quickly pleaded, "Old man, let go! Don't kill him!"

Mr. Ding calmed down a bit, released his grip, and the man fell to the ground, stumbling and wincing. Nearby people helped him up.

Mr. Ding's eyes widened as he shouted, "Where's my son?"

The man gave a bitter smile and said, "Just half an hour ago, your son suddenly disappeared. Not only did he disappear, but he also terrified two of our staff. They're still being treated."

Mr. Ding and Mrs. Ding exchanged a glance, then looked at Fangzi. Upon hearing this, Fangzi paused for a moment, then said, "Let's go take a look."

So the three of them rushed to the crematorium, followed quickly by the staff. Upon entering, they saw two people lying on the floor, with a doctor attempting to resuscitate them. Another trolley, resembling a stretcher, was empty, with only a crumpled white sheet rolled up in a ball.

The three were bewildered, simply watching the rescue efforts. After a while, one of the men woke up. His first words were, "Ghost! Ghost! I saw a ghost!"

The doctor asked, "What did you see?"

The man replied, "Ghost! Ghost! I saw a ghost."

The doctor asked him repeatedly, but he kept repeating the same few sentences. The doctor understood; there was no need to ask further, this man was likely mentally unstable. He quickly had him taken to the hospital. So, everyone placed their hopes on the other man.

More than an hour later, that man also woke up. The doctor was overjoyed, yet also nervous and excited, asking, "What did you see? What did you hear?"

The man blinked, turned his head, saw the empty cart, and noticed the white sheet on it. He screamed, curled up, and trembled, crying out, "Don't come any closer! I'm not afraid of ghosts!"

The doctor patiently asked again, "Tell me from the beginning, what exactly did you see?" The doctor then asked someone to bring him some cool water, which he drank a few sips of.

The man seemed much calmer, and his face regained its color. After catching his breath, he said, "Just now, my partner and I lit the stove. I was in charge of watching the fire, and he was in charge of checking the body. He was examining the body when suddenly he screamed. I turned around and was terrified. The body had actually sat up and was smiling at us! We've been doing this for so many years, and we've never seen anything like it before. We were both a little dumbfounded. The man then pushed off the cloth covering his body, jumped off the vehicle, and walked towards us with a toy in his hand. His eyes were glowing green, his mouth was wide open—it could swallow a basketball—and he had red fangs showing. His tongue was longer than a giraffe's neck, and it was drooling as it stretched and contracted. We were both scared to death." As he said this, his face showed an extremely horrified expression, as if he had seen a demon.

Everyone then learned the truth, but no one understood how such a thing could have happened. Could it be that Ding Jun wasn't dead? Impossible, the hospital wouldn't have made a mistake. Ding Jun had a terminal illness; there was no reason for him to still be alive. If he was supposed to be dead, how could he stand up, walk, and make such frightening gestures?

Everyone fell into a deep silence. Ding's father thought to himself, "Could this be a zombie resurrection?" He remembered ghost stories often telling this. Ding's mother

, however, revealed a satisfied smile and exclaimed excitedly, "My son isn't dead! He's alive! He's alive!" She practically screamed by the end. After saying this, she turned and ran. Ding's mother, who was usually not very agile, now ran like a long-distance running champion.

Ding's father turned and called out, "Where are you going?"

Ding's mother replied as she ran, "I'm going to find my son."

Ding's father had no choice but to chase after her with Fangzi. This scene was like an earthquake, startling everyone in the funeral home. No one had ever seen an old woman who could run like that before. Ding's mother

excitedly frantically searched everywhere like a headless fly, desperately looking for her son, Ding Jun. But the world was vast, and the sea of people was boundless; where could she find any trace of Ding Jun? Mr. Ding and Fangzi had no choice but to follow her around until Mrs. Ding was too exhausted to run anymore. They then dragged her into a taxi, and the three of them returned home together.

Once home, Mrs. Ding was so tired she felt like her bones were falling apart; even standing up was difficult. Despite this, she was still immersed in the excitement she had just experienced. She still firmly believed that her son was not dead, that Ding Jun was still stubbornly alive. Such a young life—even God couldn't bear to let him disappear.

Seeing that Mrs. Ding was becoming somewhat delirious, Mr. Ding and Fangzi helped her into the bedroom to rest. Afterwards, Mr. Ding said kindly, "Fangzi, you're tired too. Go and rest."

Feeling the warmth of family affection, Fangzi agreed and left. She then habitually entered Ding Jun's bedroom. Looking at the smiling face of Ding Jun in the photograph on the table, her heart ached. If only Ding Jun could really come back to life. But she had never heard of the dead being resurrected.

Reflecting on the day's events, she felt as if it were a dream. Ding Jun was clearly dead, so why did he stand up and leave again? If he were still alive, that's impossible; the hospital's technology wouldn't be so advanced as to be unable to determine life or death. What on earth is going on? Fangzi's mind was in complete turmoil. It seemed the final outcome would depend on finding Ding Jun's body.

How could she find out anything about his body? Fangzi thought of television. She reasoned that television was an information repository, a news network; it must have the latest news, and perhaps she could find some clues about Ding Jun there. Even if he hadn't come back to life, she had an obligation to find his remains.

With this in mind, Fangzi quickly left the house, went to the living room, and turned on the television. Her hands were busy changing channels with the remote. Her eyes were also busy, quickly searching for what she needed. The news content was truly diverse and colorful. There were only unimaginable things—the Queen's birthday, the Governor of Hong Kong's scandal. A female star was kidnapped and brutally abused. A tycoon was caught in bed with his lover in the middle of the night by his wife, who, in a fit of rage, cut off his penis. There was a story about a woman who gave birth to four children in one pregnancy, her face full of sorrow because she couldn't afford to raise them. There was also a story about a baby girl whose heart was born inside her belly. And then there were stories of mice drinking cat milk, tigers and wolves becoming brothers, and so on. Normally, Fangzi would be very interested

in these news stories, laughing at the happy ones and frowning at the sad ones, but not today. She changed so many channels, watched so many news reports, but couldn't find what she needed. Her wrist ached from changing channels, and finally, she muteed the TV and stared blankly at one particular channel. After a period of excitement and longing, her enthusiasm cooled down a bit, and she silently reminded herself to face reality.

She thought, no matter what, she couldn't change the undeniable fact that Ding Jun was dead, and had become someone she missed. Although she didn't want him to die a thousand times over.

Just as she was feeling lost and helpless, the doorbell rang again. This time, she didn't think much of it, nor did she look through the peephole; she simply opened the door dejectedly. Standing outside the door was Zhenji, with her protector Jack behind her. He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his face radiating arrogance, as if he were the President of the United States.

Fangzi gave a polite smile and said, "Zhenji, please come in."

Zhenji politely replied, "Excuse me," before stepping into the house. When she turned and saw Jack about to enter, she frowned slightly and said, "Jack, wait for me downstairs. Fangzi and I have some private words to discuss."

Jack glanced at Zhenji with displeasure before retracting his left foot. He said impatiently, "Then I'll wait for you downstairs. Hurry up and come down." He then gave Zhenji a deep look before slowly leaving.

Once in the living room, the two sat down. Fangzi said, "You're so lucky. Jack cares about you so much." Thinking of Ding Jun, Fangzi's heart sank.

Zhenji smiled faintly and said, "He's good to me, but I always feel he's not the lover I'm looking for."

Fangzi asked, "What's wrong with him? What makes you dislike him?"

Zhenji thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I can't really say."

Fangzi asked with concern, "Will you marry him in the future?" Even though Ding Jun was gone, she still cared about this question.

Zhenji hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know. If I can't find someone better, I might marry him. Fortunately, we're still young, and we have plenty of time and opportunities to choose."

Fangzi thought to herself, if she doesn't value him that much, why get entangled with him? That's irresponsible. Fangzi didn't say that, but instead said with a hint of resentment, "Ding Junxin really liked you."

Zhenji wasn't surprised and said, "Many people know that."

Fangzi asked, "Didn't you consider him?"

Zhenji sighed and said, "Both of them are gone now, I don't think there's any need to consider him anymore. By the way, what about his parents? I should say hello. "

Fangzi pointed to the bedroom and said, "They're both tired and resting."

Zhenji said sincerely, "I came this time to find out how Ding Junxin's funeral arrangements are going. Although I didn't accept his love, I still considered him a friend."

Fangzi didn't hide anything and told her about the strange things that happened that morning. Zhenji couldn't help but gasp, saying, "Such a thing? I've never heard of such a thing. Is the funeral home playing a joke? I only see things like this in movies."

Fangzi said seriously, "This is no small matter. Do you think they would joke about something like this?"

Zhenji hesitated for a moment, then said, "How is this possible? How can a dead person come back to life? How can he just leave again? Isn't this a ghost? It's unbelievable."

Fangzi said honestly, "I can't figure it out either. I'm trying to find Ding Jun's body."

Zhenji's beautiful eyes lit up as she looked at Fangzi and said, "Fangzi, if he really comes back to life, it would be a wonderful thing for you. Your wish will be fulfilled ." "It's possible now."

Fangzi gave a bitter laugh and said, "Even if he comes back to life, he can only treat me as a sister or a friend. You know he's too foolish. He doesn't love those who love him. And when people don't love him, he still chases after them relentlessly."

Zhenji smiled and said, "Who can see through matters of the heart?"

Fangzi blinked her beautiful eyes and asked seriously, "If he really comes back to life, would you give him a chance?"

Zhenji answered without hesitation, "Probably not. The kind of man I like isn't like him. The kind of man I like must be capable."

Fangzi said "Oh," thinking to herself, yes, all the men she'd dated had a special skill—some were singers, some were dancers, some were entrepreneurs, some were rich young masters. This Jack was not only a rich young master but also a famous race car driver and boxer. Compared to him, the weak and frail Ding Jun was like a star compared to the moon, a stream compared to the ocean.

Fangzi looked Zhenji up and down, feeling both annoyed and resentful. Today, Jung-hee wore a light blue denim outfit from Shi-Yu, looking clean, neat, and both strong and graceful. But Fang-zi didn't pay much attention to these details, confident that she could outshine Jung-hee in terms of figure. Fang-zi was more focused on her face.

Jung-hee's eyebrows were curved like crescent moons, her eyes bright as stars and black as jewels. Her nose was like a jade tube, and her lips were like flames. These were all her allure, and what was especially remarkable was that Jung-hee never wore makeup. This Korean girl stubbornly believed that true beauty had nothing to do with cosmetics. True beauty should be like "a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without adornment." Her natural beauty must have aroused envy and jealousy in countless people. Whether Fang-zi felt envy or jealousy, she couldn't say for sure. She only knew that every time she looked at Jung-hee's pretty face, she instinctively felt uncomfortable.

Seeing Fangzi observing her, Zhenji smiled slightly, a radiant smile, and said, "Fangzi, you are very beautiful too, we are evenly matched."

Fangzi humbly replied, "You are a swan, I am an ugly duckling."

Zhenji laughed, "If there were a contest, I believe you would get just as many votes as me in our school."

Fangzi frowned, a hint of sadness in her voice, and said, "Ding Jun is gone, beauty means nothing to me anymore. My beauty was only for him."

Zhenji was moved by her sentimentality and comforted her, "Fangzi, didn't you say his body was missing? So it's very possible he's still alive. Perhaps your affection moved Heaven, and Heaven has sent him back to you."

Fangzi listened as if in a dream. She paused, then suddenly said, "If he really comes back to life, you're not allowed to take him from me."

Zhenji said without hesitation, "Fine, he's yours, I definitely won't take him." But in her heart, she didn't believe it. Logically speaking, only a silly girl like you would consider him a treasure. In my eyes, he's unremarkable, plain and ordinary, not worthy of my love at all. Sigh, why doesn't your Japanese shrewdness show up in you? I really doubt if you're even a real Japanese.

Yoshiko had no idea what she was thinking. She was still immersed in her dream, only waking up after a while. At this moment, Sadaki stood up and said, "I should go now. Please give my regards to his parents."

Yoshiko agreed and saw Sadaki to the door. Before leaving, Sadaki turned back and said, "Yoshiko, you've missed several days of school. The teacher asked me to tell you to come to school when you're feeling better."

Yoshiko nodded and said, "Thank you, I understand."

After Sadaki left, Yoshiko returned to the living room and sat down, continuing her beautiful dream. In her mind, she preferred to believe he was still alive. Ideally, he would soon return to her side, giving her his usual shy smile. What a beautiful feeling that would be!

That afternoon, Yoshiko received two phone calls amidst her dreams and melancholy. One of the calls was from her biological parents. They finally remembered they had a daughter. Fangzi wasn't interested in them and clearly told them she was staying at the Ding family's house and wouldn't be going back for the time being. Before they could say anything more, Fangzi hung up.

Her attitude wasn't entirely her fault. Her father was a good-for-nothing, spending his time either visiting prostitutes or using drugs, often coming home late at night. The family fortune had been largely squandered. Having such a father was already unfortunate, but her mother wasn't any better. She'd flirt with one man today and throw herself at another tomorrow; although not a prostitute, she'd have almost as many men as one. She did this not to earn money, but to get revenge on her worthless husband. But in Fangzi's eyes, her mother was self-degrading and shameless, even more hateful than her trashy father.

With such parents, how could Fangzi want to go home? Therefore, even before Ding Jun's illness manifested, she had already considered this place her home. Ding Jun's parents were also very happy to have such a lovely girl to spend time with their son.

The second call was from the school. Their homeroom teacher, an old woman, told Fangzi in a sharp, hoarse voice to go to the school and retrieve Ding Jun's belongings. Since he was no longer alive, the school had no obligation to keep his things. Those things were considered unlucky for the school. If she didn't retrieve them promptly, the school had the right to dispose of them. The old woman didn't say how the school would dispose of them, but Fangzi understood that disposal meant throwing them away like trash.

After hanging up, having lunch, Fangzi told Ding Jun's parents and went to the school. She didn't want Ding Jun's things to be destroyed, even though they were just ordinary things that weren't worth much.

Fangzi walked alone into the school. It was during class time, and the school was quiet. Fangzi walked in the square; to the east was a grove of trees. Behind the grove was another courtyard. The gate was locked, never opened, the old house silent, and no one knew what was inside. No one knew when this courtyard had been there, or how many years it had existed.

It was a restricted area of the school; no one was allowed to enter. Legend has it that the place is haunted, and no one who has ever entered has ever come out alive. Therefore, no one dares to go in, and even approaching it is something the students fear.

Fangzi entered the teaching building and went to the office to wait, as their homeroom teacher had a class. The others in the office, knowing that Fangzi was close to Ding Jun, chattered incessantly like a flock of sparrows, asking numerous questions. Having learned of the strange events of the morning from Zhenji, they had many questions that Fangzi needed to answer.

These teachers, especially the female teachers, were more interested in this matter than in buying clothes. They came from different countries and were of various races—white, Asian, and black. They asked Fangzi questions in different languages, making it difficult for her to answer.

Fangzi felt indignant, thinking, "Ding Jun has already suffered so much; how can you have no compassion? Not only do you not care, but you even make a joke out of his funeral. You're so heartless! These people are just as despicable as my parents." So, besides forcing a smile, Fangzi shook her head. Even if they could answer their own questions, they would still come up with nothing to say.

Just as the teachers were feeling quite disappointed, Fangzi's homeroom teacher appeared. She was an elderly woman in her fifties, short and thin. However, her triangular eyes and high-pitched, shrill voice always left an unforgettable impression. Everyone who had met this homeroom teacher could not forget her.

Fangzi politely greeted her, "Good afternoon, Teacher Hou."

Teacher Hou, carrying a book, nodded to Fangzi and sat down at her desk. She poured herself a glass of water, took a few sips, and then turned to Fangzi, saying, "Fangzi, Ding Jun is dead now. You should come to class. If you delay for a few more days, I'm afraid you'll fall behind."

Fangzi softly replied, "I'll come to class as soon as Ding Jun's matter is resolved."

Teacher Hou's piercing triangular eyes stared intently at Fangzi, making her feel as if she were being pricked. Fangzi felt uncomfortable all over.

Teacher Hou said again, "Isn't he already dead? He'll be cremated."

Fangzi reminded her, "The problem is, he's disappeared again."

Teacher Hou nodded and said, "I heard from Zhenji, and I also saw the news report at noon. It said that Ding Jun's body is missing. That's strange. How could a perfectly healthy body just vanish into thin air? Isn't this a despicable publicity stunt orchestrated by the funeral home staff and news reporters to deceive the public?"

Fangzi found these words very offensive and said, "Anyway, the body is missing."

Teacher Hou guessed, "Maybe someone hid it. Once the news is over, someone will bring the body back. Why would anyone keep that? It smells awful." As she spoke, she covered her nose, as if she could already smell the rotting corpse.

Fangzi, barely suppressing her anger, reminded him, "There were two other people at the funeral home who were terrified. They saw Ding Jun leave standing up."

Teacher Hou said smugly, "Those two must be actors, acting out a play arranged beforehand."

Fangzi said, "I don't know that."

Teacher Hou chuckled twice and said, "Little girl, you're still young. There's so much you don't understand about the world. What you see on the surface is sometimes the opposite of the truth." A very shrewd and worldly expression appeared on her face.

Fangzi didn't want to waste any more time arguing with her about this, so she said, "Teacher Hou, you're busy. I'll take Ding Jun's things away now so they don't take up space."

Teacher Hou nodded and said, "Alright, alright, come to the warehouse with me." But after she stood up, she changed her mind and said, "No need, no need, it's not urgent."

Fangzi asked, puzzled, "Didn't you want me to take his things?"

Teacher Hou sat down again, interlaced her fingers, and twirled her two thumbs up and down, pondering, "Didn't you say that Ding Jun's body is missing? I think since he's missing, we can't rule out the possibility that he's still alive. I think we should wait until we have definite news about him before dealing with these things. The school isn't a heartless place; we'll consider Ding Jun's feelings in every way."

Fangzi was angry. "You're saying this? Did I just come all this way for nothing? Are you making a fool of me?" But being usually docile, she ultimately chose to endure and didn't unleash her anger on Teacher Hou like a cannon.

Just as Fangzi was about to say goodbye, a commotion erupted outside the door, which was then pushed open, and a swarm of reporters, like mosquitoes, rushed in. Their eyes gleamed with curious excitement as they jostled to get in. Some carried cameras, some microphones, some pens, some tripods—it was quite a scene.

Upon learning that Ms. Hou was Ding Jun's homeroom teacher, they immediately surrounded her, bombarding her with questions about Ding Jun. Ms. Hou was immediately overjoyed, as if she had suddenly discovered her own value. Indeed, in her entire life, she had never been so valued. So, with a broad smile, she crossed her legs and nervously yet happily answered all sorts of questions.

Fangzi was extremely disgusted by this scene and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to her, quickly slipped away through the crowd. If they knew she was Ding Jun's best friend, getting away would be difficult.

Once outside the school, Fangzi breathed a long sigh of relief, as if she had escaped death. Thinking of Ding Jun's death, yet people were making a big deal out of it, her heart was filled with extreme sorrow. She felt once again how complex and despicable human nature was.

Passing the playground, she looked eastward towards the woods again. Beyond the woods lay that mysterious place. What was there? When Ding Jun was alive, they had speculated about its secrets more than once, but none of their arguments had any credible evidence.

Fangzi sighed deeply and continued walking towards Ding Jun's house. Ding Jun's house wasn't far from the south gate of the school, while Fangzi's house was quite far. Zhenji's house was east of the school, very close to Ding Jun's. But she rarely went to Ding Jun's house. Fangzi thought that before Zhenji transferred to this school, her relationship with Ding Jun was quite close. It was Zhenji's appearance that caused their relationship to become distant. Thinking of this, Fangzi was filled with resentment towards Zhenji.

When Fangzi arrived at the foot of Ding Jun's building, she noticed many more television station vehicles parked below. She immediately wondered if the reporters had also swarmed here.

When she arrived at Ding Jun's house with this question in mind, it was already crowded with reporters. They were trying to get the people in the noodle shop to open the door. But Ding's father's voice was full of anger, telling these guys to get lost.

Fangzi mustered her courage and told the group to stay away from the door. This gentle girl could be quite assertive when she spoke loudly, though her voice was a little soft.

The reporters made way for her and asked, "Young lady, what's your relationship to this family?"

Fangzi unlocked the door, turned around, and said, "I'm the daughter-in-law of this family." She then pushed open the door, slipped inside, and locked it as quickly as possible.

The two elders at the door, seeing her return, asked, "Did those flies bother you?"

Fangzi shook her head and said, "No, no, there are flies everywhere! At school, at home, too. If I'd known, I would have brought a fly swatter."

Hearing this, Mr. Ding's face showed a slight smile, which quickly vanished. Mrs. Ding couldn't smile at all. Her son's departure cast a shadow over her heart, preventing her from relaxing and making it impossible for her to smile.

Afterwards, the three of them sat down. Fangzi first recounted what she had seen and heard on her trip. Then, they started discussing ways to deal with the flies outside.

Chapter Two: The Stormy Night

The three of them discussed for a long time but couldn't come up with any brilliant plan. Their solution was to remain calm and wait it out. They stayed home peacefully, pretending no one was outside. They believed that time would pass and the flies would leave. Would they really stay outside day and night?

All three decided to stop being angry and accept things as they were. Seeing that it was getting dark, Fangzi went to the kitchen to cook, while the two elders turned on the television. It turned out they had also learned to look for clues about their son on television.

Just as Fangzi pressed the button on the rice cooker to start cooking, Ding's mother called out urgently, "Fangzi, come quick!"

Fangzi rushed from the kitchen to the living room. Ding's mother pointed to the television. Fangzi then focused her beautiful eyes on the television screen. The television was broadcasting the news. One of the reports stated that a young man named Ding Jun, who had supposedly been resurrected from the funeral home, would loiter around a supermarket in the afternoon. Witnesses reported seeing him looking around absentmindedly, as if he had lost something. He would occasionally look down and ponder, as if deep in thought about some profound problem. When the police arrived, the young man had miraculously vanished, seemingly evaporated from the face of the earth. Some scientists stated that the resurrection of a dead person defies objective laws. It is necessary to study this young man and find clues; this could be a breakthrough in the research of such mysteries. The news report concluded by asking citizens to provide information on Ding Jun's whereabouts, offering a substantial reward to anyone who could do so.

The news ended there, followed by vulgar advertisements. Upon hearing this, Ding's mother was moved to tears, grabbing Fangzi's arm and saying, "He's alive! He really is alive! Heaven has eyes!"

Ding's father also smiled, saying, "With this news, my son would be a wanted criminal! But as long as he's alive, that's all that matters."

Fangzi's heart warmed, and her beautiful eyes brightened. She said cheerfully, "He really is alive."

Ding's mother affirmed, "Yes, yes, the TV said someone saw him, so of course he's alive. Would the TV lie?" Actually, Ding's mother often criticized the TV for being a liar. Fangzi

thought for a moment and said, "Then why doesn't he go home?"

Ding's father echoed, "Yes, why doesn't he go home?"

Ding's mother hesitated for a moment, then explained in a relaxed tone, "Is that even a question? He was getting restless in the hospital and wanted to get some fresh air. After he got some fresh air, he came back on his own. This is his home; where else would he live?" As she spoke, Ding's mother walked towards Ding Jun's room.

Mr. Ding asked, "Old woman, where are you going?"

Mrs. Ding turned around and smiled, "Our son is coming back, I have to tidy up his room. It's been a few days since I cleaned it." Upon hearing this, Mr. Ding said nothing more and followed along to tidy the room.

Fangzi stood in the living room for a while, lost in thought. This sudden good news was also difficult for her to accept. Her heart was already filled with sorrow. She was disheartened and desperate about everything. She was even tired of life. Without Ding Jun, life seemed to Fangzi like the world had lost its vibrant colors, becoming as dull as a black and white photograph.

She heard the laughter of the old couple coming from Ding Jun's room from time to time. Her heart felt like it was filled with sunshine. Thinking of the joy of Ding Jun's return, her heart was almost intoxicated.

Since the old couple were busy, she shouldn't be idle either. She went back to the kitchen, thinking of Ding Jun as she cooked. Because of her good mood, the meal was cooked quickly and well.

As the family of three sat down to eat dinner, Mrs. Ding picked up her chopsticks several times but then put them down again. Mr. Ding asked curiously, "Old woman, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Ding looked out the window and said, "I'm waiting for my son to come back before I eat. I can't eat if he doesn't come back."

Mr. Ding smiled and said, "Since that boy has gone out to clear his head, who knows when he'll be back. Just eat your meal in peace. If you don't eat properly, you'll be starving when he gets back."

Mrs. Ding thought Mr. Ding made sense, nodded, and stood up again, walking towards the door. Mr. Ding also stood up and asked her back, "Old woman, where are you going?"

Mrs. Ding opened the door, looked outside for a long time, and then turned back and said, "I'm seeing if my son has come back." Fangzi, upon hearing this, quickly went to her side and looked with her.

The reporters outside the door were gone, and the stairwell was as quiet as usual. After watching for a while, Ding's mother comforted herself, "He'll be back soon."

Fangzi advised, "Auntie, let's go back for dinner."

As Ding's mother went back into the house, she said, "Fangzi, after he comes back, I'll decide whether you should marry him."

Ding's father chimed in, "Even if they're going to get married, they should wait until they finish their studies."

Ding's mother firmly stated, "Then let's get engaged first, so that the boy won't change his mind. Fangzi is such a good girl, yet he insists on chasing after that Zhenji. I really don't see what's so good about her. She can't compare to our Fangzi." As she spoke, Ding's mother took Fangzi's hand, looking at her like she was her own daughter-in-law. Fangzi blushed, but her heart was filled with sweetness.

After a quick meal, the three returned to the living room. Ding's mother kept glancing at the door and looking out the window. Ding Jun still hadn't returned, and the sky outside was darkening. Not only was it getting dark, but the weather was changing.

During the day, the weather was clear, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The vast sky was as clear and transparent as a giant piece of blue glass. But now, dark clouds gathered, a cool wind blew wildly, and the sky darkened. In the blink of an eye, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Each flash of lightning was blindingly bright, and everything in this abnormal light became eerie and terrifying, as if a demon could touch one's face at any moment.

Fangzi closed the window and said, "It's going to rain." Ding's mother

was still standing by the window, worriedly saying, "Will our son get wet when he comes back? This rain is probably going to be heavy. He doesn't have any money on him."

Ding's father comforted her, "Old woman, he's nineteen years old now, he's all grown up. We don't need to worry about him." The fact that her son was still alive improved the old woman's mood. So, she calmly sat on the sofa, patiently waiting, sipping her tea from time to time.

Fangzi and her mother sat down. Having been quiet for so long, they turned on the TV to see if there were any new reports about Ding Jun. Ding Jun was incredibly famous now; he'd become an overnight sensation. Almost everyone knew that a dead man had come back to life. Everyone was curious and wanted to know how the dead could be resurrected. They all wanted to find Ding Jun and get the answer from him.

Unfortunately, the TV reports were all repetitive, and there was no new news they were hoping for. The three of them sighed in disappointment.

After a while, Ding's father saw that his wife was a little tired and said, "Fangzi, it's getting late. You should go back to your room and sleep."

Fangzi agreed. Ding's father then helped his sleepy wife back to her room. As she went back to her room, she muttered, "I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy. Old man, you go to sleep first. I'm waiting for our son to come back."

After the two went into the bedroom, Fangzi was left alone in the living room. The living room was as quiet as night, save for the intermittent rumble of thunder and the pouring rain outside. Rainwater cascaded down the windows like a waterfall, making one worry about the glass's ability to withstand the pressure.

Fangzi, however, was worried about Ding Jun. Where was he hiding on such a desolate, rainy night? In such heavy rain, without shelter, he would surely fall ill.

Fangzi stared blankly at the rain outside for a while, then drew the curtains. Now the lightning couldn't get in, and the living room seemed a little safer.

Fangzi continued sitting on the sofa, watching TV, searching for what she needed. She only stopped when her wrists and mind were exhausted.

By midnight, there was still no news from Ding Jun. He probably wouldn't be coming back today. Fangzi had almost given up hope. Her eyes were drooping, but she persisted. She thought that if he did come back, she wanted him to see her first. If he hugged her, that would be enough; he hadn't hugged her in so long. Fangzi thought sweetly to herself.

She didn't want to sleep, but her body wouldn't let her. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep on the sofa. This time, she had another dream, a series of dreams like mountains, one after another, but alas, they were all nightmares. The last one was even more terrifying, saying that Ding Jun had his head chopped off by an unnamed sword. After his head, covered in blood, fell to the ground, it said, "This sword is so sharp, where was it made?" This sentence startled Fangzi awake. She jumped up with a scream, and when she saw everything in the living room, she realized it was just a nightmare.

She touched her forehead; it was covered in cold sweat. Fangzi grabbed a towel, still shaken. As she wiped her sweat, she wondered why she was having nightmares again for no reason. Thinking about everything in her dream, she was afraid it would all come true.

She pulled back a corner of the curtains; outside, thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was still pouring down. Fangzi suddenly felt a chill. She hunched her shoulders, feeling incredibly lonely. She cried out sadly, "Ding Jun, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet? Do you know I'm waiting for you? I'll wait until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble if you could come back."

She turned back to look at the door. She thought dreamily, "If he rang the doorbell now, I'd be overjoyed!" Then she realized how foolish she was. Why would he be back so late?

Just then, the doorbell rang. In the dead of night, the soft sound was like a loudspeaker, startling Fangzi.

She jumped up from the sofa, thinking, "What's going on? Who would come at this hour? Could it be a ghost?"

Fangzi walked suspiciously towards the door, filled with tension. She was a frail girl, powerless to resist. She resolved, "This time I must see carefully before opening the door, lest I run into a bad person."

So, Fangzi touched her chest, trying to calm her racing heart, and peered through the peephole.

Through the peephole, Fangzi saw a young man standing in the light of the motion-sensor light outside the door. His hair was wet and dripping, and his handsome face and prominent nose were those of Ding Jun, whom she longed to see most. At that moment, the man's eyes were filled with longing and anxiety.

Fangzi's heart almost stopped beating. She could hardly believe her eyes. Was this all real? She couldn't forget the scene of him dying in bed. The dead could come back to life? This was too outrageous! Although she wished he were still alive more than anyone else.

It wasn't until the man rang the doorbell again that Fangzi snapped out of her daze. She was about to open the door when she hesitated. It was so late; what if he wasn't Ding Jun?

Fangzi asked the man outside, "Who are you? How did you get here?"

The man replied, "I am Ding Jun. This is my home. Of course, I have to come back here." Fangzi knew that voice all too well. But it was faster and more masculine than Ding Jun's usual tone. Ding Jun usually spoke slowly and deliberately, with a touch of refinement.

Fangzi asked again, "Can you tell who I am?"

The man replied, "You are my beloved Fangzi."

Fangzi felt a sweet warmth in her heart upon hearing this, but then she remembered that Ding Jun had never told her she was his beloved. Something was amiss.

To be on the safe side, Fangzi said, "Wait outside for a moment."

The man said, "Fangzi, please open the door quickly. It's quite chilly outside." He wiped the rain from his forehead as he spoke.

Fangzi hurriedly woke the two elderly people and briefly explained the situation. Ding's father hesitated upon hearing this, while Ding's mother looked overjoyed and said, "Since it's my son back, let him in quickly. It's chilly; don't let him catch a cold." With that, the old lady quickly ran to the door and opened it. As soon as

the living room light shone on the man's face, Ding's mother smiled happily. Ding Jun strode in, not even bothering to change his shoes, and hugged his mother tightly, shouting, "Mom, I've finally found you!"

His mother sobbed with emotion, saying, "Son, you're back! I knew you were lucky, you wouldn't die!"

His father approached with a puzzled look, cautiously asking, "Are you really my son?"

Ding Jun released his mother, glared at his father, chuckled, and tilted his head, saying, "Then are you really my father?"

His father flared, pointing at Ding Jun and angrily shouting, "You little brat, how dare you talk to your father like that?"

Ding Jun made a face and grinned, saying, "Of course I'm your son. If I were someone else's son, would I have come back here?"

His mother rolled her eyes at her father, complaining, "Old man, what kind of father are you? Our son has been through so much, can't you comfort him a little?" As she spoke, she hugged Ding Jun tightly again, crying with immense affection.

After a while, Ding Jun pushed his mother away and said, "Mom, I'm already wet enough. Please don't treat my clothes like towels anymore, okay?" Ding's mother chuckled and said, "I'm so forgetful! How could I forget to let you change? I'm getting old."

Fangzi glanced at Ding Jun warily and said, "Let me take you to change."

Ding Jun waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll go by myself." He then walked towards his room.

After her son entered his room, Ding's mother said, "If he weren't my son, how would he know which room was his?"

Mr. Ding frowned and said, "That's true, but the tone of his voice and the expression on his face don't quite seem like our son. Our son has always been steady and refined, unlike this glib-tongued one. I'm starting to suspect that someone else's child has wandered into the wrong house."

Fangzi pondered and said, "He really is a bit different."

Mrs. Ding stubbornly waved her hand and said, "If you don't recognize him, I certainly do. He's my own flesh and blood, how could I mistake him? If I did, I'd be blind." As she spoke, Ding Jun had already come out of the room. He had changed into dry clothes and dried his hair.

After returning to the living room, he smiled at his parents, bowed, and said, "Your unfilial son has caused you worry."

Mrs. Ding praised, "My son is so polite." Saying this, she took his hand and led him to sit on the sofa.

Mr. Ding and Fangzi also found a place to sit down, wanting to hear what Ding Jun would have to say.

Ding's mother asked kindly, "Son, where have you been all day? We were all so worried! By the way, have you eaten?"

Ding Jun replied, "I had no money and couldn't find my way home. Where could I eat? It's a miracle I came back."

Fangzi stood up and said, "I'll cook for you."

Ding Jun winked at Fangzi and said with a lewd smile, "Fangzi, thank you for your trouble. I'll definitely thank you properly later." Fangzi hummed in agreement and went to the kitchen.

Seeing his son's behavior, the old man was furious. He knew his son too well. His son was always polite and refined, and had never been so disrespectful to Fangzi. Was this boy really his son? Ding's father stared at Ding Jun, trying to figure out the secret. Could it be that he had completely changed in less than two days?

Ding's mother had no suspicions at all. She was overjoyed, looking her son up and down, and holding his hand tightly, as if afraid he would disappear from her sight again.

Mr. Ding observed carefully and realized that the man looked exactly like his son; it must be Ding Jun. However, this man's complexion was much better than his son's. His son, due to poor health, always had a pale complexion, while this man's face was ruddy, and he looked as healthy as if he could kill a tiger. His son always spoke with a girlish shyness, but this man was completely different, appearing confident and incredibly brave, unlike a timid person at all. He remembered his son being quite timid, turning pale at the sight of a cockroach. He had even teased him about it.

Ding's mother brought up the old topic again, saying, "Son, tell me quickly, where have you been all day? Your father and I were so worried about you. If you don't come back soon, I don't want to live anymore."

Ding Jun fell into a deep silence and said, "I ran away from somewhere, went out onto the street, and wandered around aimlessly all day. I thought the air was so fresh. Later, I got a little tired and thought I should rest and go home. But I don't know where my home is. I've forgotten where I live. So I asked around for directions. I gave my address to others..." People pointed at me. I had no money, no way to take a bus, so I had to walk slowly. I wandered around and around, and only now have I finally arrived home. "

You've suffered so much," said Ding's mother with heartache. "Why didn't you call home? We could have come to pick you up."

Ding Jun lowered his head and said, "Mom, I don't know what happened, I forgot our home phone number."

Ding's father was taken aback and asked, "Do you remember where you were before you went out? What did you do?"

Hearing this, Ding Jun fell into silence again. He tapped his head for a long time before saying, "I think I fell asleep in a bed, and while I was sleeping, someone called me and said it was time to set off. So I went with him. Halfway there, I encountered a guy who looked like a ghost. He kidnapped me and told me that I had gone to the wrong place and that I should go home. So I came back. As soon as I got back, it was like waking up from a dream, and then I saw two people fall down in front of me. I didn't understand what was happening, and then I jumped out of the window and left."

Mr. Ding asked again, "What happened before that? You don't remember, do you?" "?"

Ding Jun rolled his eyes, rested his chin on his hand, and said with difficulty, "My mind is a complete blank, I can't remember anything."

Ding's father asked again, "Then do you remember where you went to school? Do you know anyone? For example, Zhenji?"

Ding Jun blinked and said, "Zhenji? That name sounds familiar."

At this moment, Fangzi came out of the kitchen and heard this. When she heard that he couldn't remember who Zhenji was, she was overjoyed. She thought to herself, "He might have amnesia and has forgotten his dream girl Zhenji. This is a good thing. Fortunately, he still remembers his relatives, his parents, and me. If he had forgotten me too, that would be a huge misfortune.

How could he have amnesia? What happened before this? Most importantly, how did he come back to life? Ah, the way he looks at me is so lewd, like he wants to see through my clothes. Ding Jun has never looked at me like that before. If he had acted like that, we would have already slept together."

In less than a day, how could he have become like this? It's really strange. But it's good that he's back.

Fangzi smiled and said, "Ding Jun, I made you a bowl of noodles. Do you like it?"

Ding Jun quickly stood up, smiled gratefully at her, and walked towards the kitchen. As soon as he left, the three of them exchanged glances.

Ding's mother complained to Ding's father again, "Old man, look at the tone you used just now. It didn't sound like you were questioning him; it sounded like a policeman interrogating a criminal. Aren't you afraid of scaring your son?"

Ding's father snorted and said, "Old woman, haven't you noticed? Your son has become much bolder. He's not the coward he used to be." As he spoke, he glanced towards the kitchen.

Fangzi was also full of doubts. She didn't say a word and turned to walk towards Ding Jun's room. She wanted to see what changes the room would have undergone since the man of the house returned.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw damp clothes scattered on the floor like trash. A pair of wet socks were thrown on the bed, seemingly soiling the sheets, which made Fangzi quite uncomfortable. How could Ding Jun have become like this?

Looking at the table again, the toy lion was placed neatly, neither wet nor fallen over. Fangzi became suspicious. Why was he so meticulous about this thing? She couldn't figure it out.

Was this person Ding Jun? Fangzi wasn't sure anymore.

Fangzi retreated to the living room with many questions. By then, Ding Jun had finished eating and was chatting with his mother. Although Ding's father was somewhat dissatisfied with this newly arrived son, he was still his son and sat down to keep him company.

Seeing Fangzi come out, Ding Jun smiled at her and praised, "Fangzi, the noodles you cooked were delicious, I haven't had enough yet. I think your skills are good enough to be a chef in a high-end restaurant." As he spoke, his gaze swept over Fangzi's chest. Fangzi felt as if she had been electrocuted, a surge of heat flowing from her head to her toes. She thought to herself, "This guy can't possibly be Ding Jun. Ding Jun never talks like this. Besides, he's always been respectful to me; he's never looked at me with such a lecherous gaze. Sigh, even if he isn't Ding Jun, I have to treat him like one. If he isn't Ding Jun, how could he look exactly like him?"

Fangzi smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it. You talk to your uncle and aunt first, I'll go run you a bath."

Ding's mother praised from the side, "Look how sensible Fangzi is! Son, you should be content."

Ding Jun grinned at Fangzi, a malicious smirk on his face, then said with a wide grin, "Fangzi, if you don't object, let's get married."

Fangzi had been waiting for him to say this, but she hadn't expected it to come so soon. She couldn't accept it, and besides, this guy might not even be Ding Jun. If I married him, it would be like marrying a stranger. How could I agree to that?

Fangzi just smiled and didn't answer, then walked towards the bathroom. Ding's mother followed behind her, saying, "Son, look, Fangzi is shy. If you want to marry her, you have to treat her better. You can't treat her like before."

Ding Jun asked curiously, "How did I treat her before?"

Ding's mother wasn't stupid; she vaguely knew that her son had amnesia, at least partially. She didn't want to dredge up unpleasant memories and cause Fangzi any harm. So Ding's mother smiled and said, "Let bygones be bygones. From now on, treat Fangzi like your own wife, understand?"

Ding Jun answered loudly, "Understood, Mom, I'll treat her like my wife from now on."

Ding's mother sighed and said, "Son, that's right. As long as you treat Fangzi well and marry her, even if Dad and I die right now, we can close our eyes in peace."

Ding Jun shook his head and said, "No, Mom, Dad." His gaze swept over the two old people's faces, and he continued, "Your spirits are good, and your health is good too. Living to ninety won't be a problem."

Ding's mother smiled broadly, secretly praising her son for his improved speech, which was much better than before. In the past, Ding's mother often criticized him for speaking like a woman and having poor communication skills. This time, her son's eloquence had improved, and Ding's mother couldn't help but be happy.

But Ding's father thought, "What's wrong with my son? He's become a bit naughty and slick. Is this really Ding Jun?" But who else could it be but Ding Jun? What's going on? Can anyone tell me?

Just then, Fangzi returned and said to Ding Jun, "Ding Jun, the water's ready, you can go take a bath now."

Ding Jun looked at Fangzi and said, "Thank you, Fangzi. You'll definitely be a good wife and a good mother in the future. I enjoy being with you." He then walked towards the bathroom.

After he entered, Ding's father asked softly, "Fangzi, do you notice anything different?"

Fangzi glanced at Ding's mother, seeing her happy expression, and said, "His personality and way of speaking are different from before."

Ding's mother nodded and said, "I noticed that too. Is it better or worse than before?"

Fangzi thought for a moment and said, "I can't say for sure, it might be better and worse." She was telling the truth. This Ding Jun had a silver tongue; his words were pleasing to the ear. But his lecherous eyes and expression made her a little uncomfortable.

Mr. Ding nodded and said, "Fangzi is right, she feels the same way I do."

Mrs. Ding said seriously, "No matter what, he's still my son."

Mr. Ding then said something meaningful: "As long as he's not a bad person, even if he weren't my son, I would still consider him my son."

Mrs. Ding rolled her eyes at him and said, "What are you saying? He is your son."

Fangzi looked at Mrs. Ding and said, "Auntie, what are we going to do tomorrow? We can't just go straight to school with him as soon as he gets back, can we?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ding turned to Mr. Ding, as if seeking his advice. Mrs. Ding usually relied on Mr. Ding for advice.

Mr. Ding clasped his hands together, thought for a long time, and then turned to Fangzi, saying, "Fangzi, what do you think? Why don't you tell me? We can discuss it."

Fangzi looked at the two elderly people's faces and said, "Ding Jun used to be a patient, so his sudden return is naturally a great thing. However, he has been ill before. For safety's sake, I think it's necessary to have him undergo a full check-up at the hospital to see if his illness is still there."

Mr. Ding nodded repeatedly, "Fangzi, you think the same way I do. I think so too. We don't know about Ding Jun's health..." "How is he? It would be best to get him checked out, so we'll know

what's going on." Mrs. Ding's face showed worry again. She said, "Old man, every time I hear about going to the hospital, my heart skips a beat, afraid something bad might happen."

Mr. Ding said, "Old woman, I think your worries are unnecessary. My intuition tells me Ding Jun will be fine. What do you say, Fangzi?"

Fangzi blinked her beautiful eyes and said, "I don't know either, I just hope he's alright." But in her heart, she thought, "If he has no health problems at all, that would be the problem." Although he had come back to life, there was no reason to believe his cancer was cured. Whether he was Ding Jun or not, a checkup at the hospital would reveal everything.

Mrs. Ding sighed a few times, then said, "If you're going, you should go. I'm not going to the hospital. The atmosphere there is terrifying. I'm afraid I'll collapse before my son does."

Mr. Ding shook his head and said, "Old woman, I think you absolutely have to go. If you stay home, I'll be even more worried. I'm afraid that worry will break you down."

Mrs. Ding thought for a moment and said, "We'll see." As she spoke, she pulled Fangzi's hand and sat her down beside her, asking with a smile, "Fangzi, you heard what my son said. Do you have any opinions? Say something first."

Fangzi's face flushed. She lowered her head and remained silent for a long time. Mrs. Ding smiled and said, "Men should marry when they're old enough, and women should marry when they're old enough. What's there to be ashamed of?"

Fangzi thought for a while, then mustered her courage and said, "I'm very grateful for his proposal, but it's a bit early to talk about marriage now. We're still students, and no matter how good our feelings are, our studies should come first. Wouldn't it be better to talk about marriage after we finish our studies?"

Before Mrs. Ding could react, Mr. Ding praised, "Yes, yes, Fangzi is right. Young people should think and act this way. It's better to establish a career before starting a family. Once you have a solid foundation in your career, you can have a happy life."

Mrs. Ding said, "I have no objection to getting married after graduation, but it would be best if you two settled down first." She looked at Fangzi and said, "My heart is pounding like a drum until you two are officially together."

Fangzi thought for a moment and said, "I have no objection to that. It all depends on his wishes." But in her heart, she thought, "I need to understand all his secrets before I can decide whether to marry him or not." What if he were a ghost or a spirit? I'd be doomed, becoming the ghost bride in a movie.

A short while later, Ding Jun came out again after taking a shower. Everyone looked at him and thought he was even more handsome than before, and more importantly, he was radiant and looked much better, not at all like a patient. It was hard to believe that just yesterday he was a cancer patient.

The two elders talked with Ding Jun for a while, then Ding Jun said, "Dad, Mom, you must be tired. Go back to your room and sleep."

The elders nodded, and Ding's mother also told her son to rest. Ding Jun agreed, and Ding's father helped Ding's mother into the room.

Only Fangzi and Ding Jun were left in the living room. Fangzi said, "Goodnight," and prepared to go back to her room. Ding Jun waved his hand and said, "Fangzi, wait, I still have something to tell you."

Fangzi's heart raced; she was instinctively nervous. Because she felt that she was now facing a stranger, not the Ding Jun she remembered.

Fangzi asked, "What do you want to say?"

Ding Jun smiled, not shy at all, but with a hint of wickedness. He grabbed Fangzi's hand and said, "Let's sit down and talk slowly."

Fangzi became even more nervous when he took her hand. But she didn't resist and sat down with him. She noticed his hand was cooler than before, which was different from Ding Jun's.

Ding Jun gazed at Fangzi's pretty face and flowing hair, and slowly said, "Fangzi, you're so beautiful, like a big star."

Fangzi smiled and said, "You're getting better and better at talking. Did you pull me down to say that?"

Ding Jun shook his head and said, "No, I wanted to ask you when you're going to marry me?"

Hearing this, Fangzi became even more uncomfortable. She carefully withdrew her hand, took a step back, and moved a little further away from him before saying, "Marriage is a big issue. It should be after we finish our studies. If we get married now, we'll still have to rely on our parents for support, wouldn't that make us parasites? Do you want us to live that kind of parasitic life?" Fangzi spoke with righteous indignation. If anyone else had said these words, they would have been aggressive, but Fangzi's voice was gentle and her attitude kind, creating a different effect—one that was comfortable and easy to accept.

Ding Jun nodded, his gaze falling on Fangzi's breasts, and said, "You've thought this through, so I'll listen to you." Then, Ding Jun widened his eyes and murmured in a dazed voice, "Your bra is so pretty, it's white and embroidered with cherry blossoms. Ah, your breasts are even more beautiful, one of them even has a mole, so sexy." His gaze swept over Fangzi's chest.

These words startled Fangzi. She instinctively covered her chest and asked shyly, "How did you know?"

Ding Jun snapped out of his daze, immediately averting his gaze, and said awkwardly, "I guessed."

After saying "Goodnight," Fangzi hurriedly ran to her room, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt he had seen her breasts; it didn't seem like a guess.

Back in her room, Fangzi was still shaken, Ding Jun's lecherous face flashing before her eyes. She thought with disappointment, how could he have become like that, turning from a gentleman into a lecher? Before, he would only hug her if she asked. Even then, he would blush, as if he were the one who had been wronged. This time, he took the initiative.

Panicked, Fangzi didn't sleep well that night. She locked the door, still uneasy, afraid Ding Jun would break in and assault her. If he wanted to do whatever he wanted, she wouldn't be able to resist.

She couldn't understand how he knew the color of her bra, how he knew the characteristics of her breasts. Had he spied on her before? No way. Judging from his appearance, it seemed like he had X-ray vision. If that were the case, it would be terrifying.

Fangzi didn't sleep well that night as usual. She woke up with red eyes the next morning. Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened that night.

When Fangzi went to the kitchen to cook as usual, she glanced at Ding Jun's door. There was no sound; he was probably asleep.

Fangzi took a deep breath and went into the kitchen. But when she finished cooking and called everyone to eat, the doorbell rang. Ding Jun walked in. He was wearing sportswear, his face sweaty, as if he had gone for a morning workout.

Fangzi was taken aback. Ding Jun used to absolutely refuse to get up for exercise in the morning, even though he was weak and needed physical training. Fangzi had tried countless mornings to drag Ding Jun out of bed, but each time she was disappointed. Unexpectedly, this time he got up on his own. This made Fangzi believe again that this virtue wasn't something Ding Jun possessed. In other words, this person shouldn't be Ding Jun.

As everyone ate, Ding's mother looked at her son and smiled, saying, "My son is becoming more and more promising; he's even going out for a run now."

Ding's father nodded and said, "Good! This time I don't have to worry. If it had been like this earlier, I would have taught him all my skills long ago."

Ding Jun's face lit up with surprise and joy, and he said, "Dad, that's wonderful. You were a martial arts expert when you were young. You should pass on all your skills to me, so your unique skills won't be lost."

Ding's father looked at Ding Jun and said, "As long as you're willing to learn, I won't refuse you. I'm just afraid you can't endure the hardship. I don't know how many times I've told you before, but you've never been interested."

Fangzi looked at Ding Jun with a melancholy expression, thinking to herself, Ding Jun is physically weak and timid. At school, not only did the boys ignore him, but even the girls sometimes dared to bully him. He was a typical coward. Because of this, his father, a martial arts expert, had felt ashamed countless times. A martial arts expert's son was so useless; Ding's father often felt ashamed. What his son said today was exactly what he wanted. However, amidst his joy, a sense of unease lingered. He vaguely sensed that this person might not be his son.

Fangzi, observing coldly, noticed that Ding Jun wore a satisfied smile after his father agreed to teach him. It seemed he cared deeply about this matter, and it didn't appear feigned. Although their interaction was brief, Fangzi also felt this person's overall qualities were far superior to the previous Ding Jun. It was just that his past actions were so disappointing.

After dinner, they chatted for a while, then Ding's father told Ding Jun that they wouldn't do anything else today; they would go to the hospital for a checkup. Only after knowing his health status could they decide when to start school.

Ding Jun smiled and nodded, offering no objection. Fangzi's beautiful eyes observed him, thinking, "A checkup at the hospital will confirm whether you're a fake."

When it was almost time, the family of four went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed towards the famous hospital. Upon arrival, they got out of the car and walked towards the hospital.

Ding Jun sighed, "If only we could have our own car."

His father replied, "Your old man has worked his whole life and never managed to buy a car. Even though I've earned a lot of money, it's all gone."

Ding Jun asked, "How did you spend it all?"

His father looked ashamed and said, "When I was young, I liked to drink and socialize, and I squandered a lot of money. After I got married, I bought a house and managed the family property, so I didn't save much. When things got a little better, you were constantly sick, and as a result, I still haven't bought a car."

Ding Jun said, "Oh, so it's because of me. I'll definitely make a lot of money in the future and buy a nice car as soon as possible so I can take you all for a drive."

His father thought to himself, "Such big talk, just bragging. Is buying a car really that easy?" Ding's mother was overjoyed upon hearing this and praised, "My son has real ambition! I'm looking forward to riding in your nice car."

Ding Jun replied earnestly, "I won't keep you waiting long, don't worry."

Fangzi glanced at him sideways, thinking to herself, regardless of whether he was bragging or not, just this alone makes him much better than Ding Jun. Ding Jun had never said anything so assertive before.

In the corridor, they happened to run into the nurse who had taken care of Ding Jun last time. The nurse was startled when she saw him and exclaimed, "How are you still alive?"

Ding Jun, seeing that the nurse was quite attractive, gave her a wicked smile and said, "There are so many beautiful women in the world, how could I bear to die?"

The nurse blinked her beautiful eyes in alarm and said as if in a dream, "That's impossible, that's impossible, you are indeed dead."

Ding Jun pointed to his chest and said, "Feel it, am I dead or not?"

The nurse hesitated, then slowly placed her slender hand on Ding Jun's chest. His strong heartbeat almost made her hand fly away. She was even more surprised, saying, "You really are alive! How is this possible?"

Ding Jun, seeing her hand still on his chest, felt quite pleased and teased, "My sweetheart is looking at you; she's probably jealous." He glanced at Fangzi as he spoke.

The nurse abruptly withdrew her hand, her face still filled with confusion, then screamed and ran away as if she'd stepped on a snake. Ding Jun, seeing this, let out a hearty laugh.

Ding's mother nudged her son's arm and said, "Son, don't pay her any attention; she seems to be sick."

Ding Jun, having finished laughing, squinted and said in the direction the nurse had disappeared, "She's not bad looking, just a little dim-witted." As he spoke, he licked his upper lip. Fangzi witnessed this scene clearly and felt disgusted, thinking, "What a pervert! This isn't Ding Jun at all."

The four continued walking when, unexpectedly, Zhenji and her boyfriend Jack approached from the opposite direction. Zhenji stopped, greeted Ding's parents, and then, seeing Ding Jun, exclaimed in surprise, "Ding Jun, you really aren't dead?"

Ding Jun, seeing such a beautiful woman, was in high spirits and replied, "Yes, yes, I'm still alive. Oh, miss, what's your name? How can I contact you?"

This almost made Zhenji faint with anger. She thought to herself, "This guy has had a crush on me for who knows how long, and he's pretending not to know me!" This made Zhenji feel very uncomfortable, her pride deeply wounded. Her boyfriend, however, seemed quite pleased.

Zhenji pointed to her face and asked seriously, "Ding Jun, look at me again. Don't you really recognize me?"

Ding Jun stared at Zhenji greedily for a while, racking his brains but unable to remember who she was. He replied, "She looks familiar, but I've forgotten her name."

Hearing this, Zhenji became even angrier, her lips trembling slightly. She asked, "Ding Jun, think again. Do you remember writing me love letters?"

Ding Jun shook his head and said, "Did that happen?" He looked completely sincere, not like he was lying.

Zhenji reminded him again, "You remember, right? You once stared at me so intently that you got punched twice, and your nose bled." She pointed at Jack. Jack smiled at Ding Jun to reinforce his impression of him.

Unexpectedly, as Ding Jun shook his head, he blurted out an arrogant remark: "Even if I, Ding Jun, stared at you with wide eyes, that's normal, it's a man's nature, and it doesn't deserve to be hit. Besides, who would dare hit me unless they've drunk too much cat pee?"

This remark immediately made Jack's eyes widen. Because he was the one who had punched Ding Jun twice. He had mocked Ding Jun, saying, "Kid, you want to hit on my woman? You'll have to beat me first." Ding Jun hadn't dared utter a sound then, and walked away, clutching his bruised face.

Fangzi, fearing Ding Jun would suffer, quickly said, "Don't misunderstand, Ding Jun developed amnesia after returning home this time. He rarely remembers anyone except his parents and me."

Jack nodded, his anger subsiding somewhat. But Zhenji questioned, "Fangzi, really? He's forgotten everyone, so why does he still remember you? In his heart, who is more important to him?" She then looked at Ding Jun.

Ding Jun chuckled, glancing at Fangzi and then at Zhenji, and said lecherously, "You two are both very important, both very beautiful, so beautiful it makes my heart itch. Fangzi has already decided to marry me. If you also want to marry me, I'll consider making you my second wife." He laughed wildly as he spoke. To Jack, this smile was undoubtedly like a toad trying to eat swan meat. Zhenji's face

turned pale with anger. Pointing at Ding Jun, she gritted her teeth and said, "Ding Jun, just for that one sentence, I'll never speak to you again. We can't even be friends anymore."

Ding Jun squinted and smiled, "What's the point of being friends? Fangzi is my first wife, you can be my second wife." He raised his chin, puffed out his chest, and exuded a manly air.

Jack was furious. He leaped forward, grabbed Ding Jun's hand, and tightened his grip, intending to make Ding Jun scream in pain and suffer a bit. To his surprise, the outcome was completely different from what he had expected, which shocked him even more.

Chapter Three: The Demon Appears
Jack exerted all his strength, thinking that even if he didn't break Ding Jun's wrist, he would at least make him wince. But to his astonishment, the boy was completely unharmed, looking perfectly calm. Jack, on the other hand, felt as if he were being crushed by a rock. Judging from the situation, Ding Jun was fine, but Jack was the one suffering.

Fearing his son would suffer, Ding's father quickly grabbed Jack's shoulder and shouted, "Let go of me!" Jack immediately felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and half of his body went numb. Ding Jun, however, had grabbed his wrist, and he couldn't loosen his grip. Between pain and anxiety, Jack broke out in a cold sweat.

Fangzi, bewildered, looked pale and shouted repeatedly, "Let go of Ding Jun, or I'll call for help!"

Jack was speechless; could he really let go so easily? The initiative was now in Ding Jun's hands. He had gone from being the one in control to the victim.

Mr. Ding, sensing something was amiss, released his grip. Seeing his father's leniency, Ding Jun readily gave Jack a way out. As soon as his grip loosened, Jack winced in pain but dared not utter a sound.

Zhenji, confused, complained to Ding Jun. She said, "Ding Jun, you won't have a chance to pursue me anymore. I hereby officially declare that you are the man I hate the most." She winked at Jack, and the two strode away. Luckily, Jack only hurt his hand; if it had hurt his foot, it would have been incredibly embarrassing.

After they left, Ding Jun watched their retreating figures with a grin, saying, "With skills like that, you dare to show your face? You really don't know your place."

Fangzi approached, concerned, saying, "Are you alright? My heart was in my throat." Her face was full of concern and tenderness, making her look very touching.

Ding Jun's heart skipped a beat, but he smiled and said, "It's alright, it's alright. Look how strong I am. He's the one who'll suffer."

Ding's father looked at Ding Jun, his heart filled with even more unease. He increasingly felt that this man didn't seem like his son. If his son were to be caught by Jack, he'd be a lamb to the slaughter.

Ding's mother said from the side, "You almost scared me to death." As she spoke, she took her son's hand to check for injuries.

Ding's father said, "With me here, would I let him suffer?"

Ding's mother instructed, "Old man, you must teach our son more skills in the future, so he won't be bullied outside. He's been bullied by many people since he was little."

Ding's father smiled and said, "Old woman, don't worry. If your son doesn't bully others in the future, people will already be grateful." As they spoke, they registered, preparing for a full-body checkup for Ding Jun.

Before the examination, the hospital director arrived with several people, all looking at Ding Jun with disdain, as if he were an alien. Ding Jun smiled at them and said, "Can we talk after my examination?"

The director asked the doctor next to him, "Was he the one who died in our hospital?"

Ding Jun's attending physician, peering at Ding Jun again through his thick glasses, nodded emphatically, and said, "Director, yes, it was him."

The director stared at Ding Jun for a moment, then asked the doctor, "Are you sure he was already dead?"

The doctor smiled, feigning grievance, and said, "Dean, I graduated from a vocational school and have been a doctor for so many years. How could I have made a mistake? Even before I entered medical school, I had the ability to accurately determine whether someone was alive or dead."

The dean said "Oh," pointed at Ding Jun, and asked, "Then why do you think he's still standing here?"

The doctor's small eyes darted around, and he whispered, "In my opinion, this is worth investigating."

The dean asked, "What do you suggest we do?"

The doctor replied, "He came for a checkup, right? Perfect timing. Let's check if he has any problems. He died of lung cancer, so we need to focus on his lungs. I don't believe his lungs are like a normal person's."

The dean nodded and said, "That makes sense. Let's do it this way!" Next, the dean instructed that Ding Jun be the first to be checked, and everyone else should make way.

Ding Jun then had an idea. He suddenly said, "Dad, Mom, Fangzi, let's go home."

The three of them were stunned, not understanding what he meant. Ding Jun said, "I'd rather not get a checkup. My family is very poor. If they find out I have some kind of illness, I can't afford the treatment. I'd better go back." He turned and walked away. The three men called after him, but he didn't stop.

The hospital director then shouted, "Ding Jun, wait a minute, I have something to say."

Ding Jun turned around, stopped, and said with a grin, "What brings you here, Director? Is there some good news?"

The director said solemnly, "You died in our hospital, but now you're not dead. We must find out what happened, otherwise it will affect our hospital's reputation."

Ding Jun grinned and said, "What does that have to do with me? I'm concerned about money. I don't have money, I can't afford medical treatment. I might not cooperate with whatever you want to do. Unless…" He stopped there, but waved to the director.

The dean, understanding the situation, leaned forward and asked, "Kid, what do you mean? Just say it."

Ding Jun replied shrewdly, "The dean is a smart man, how could he not understand what I mean?" As he spoke, Ding Jun waved the registration slip in his hand.

The dean was an old hand; what wouldn't he understand? The dean pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, alright, all your examination fees today are waived. Is that alright?"

Ding Jun smiled, his eyes narrowing, and said, "Dean, look at my parents, they're so old and their health isn't good. They raised me all these years, and I've never been able to repay their kindness for a single day. Since we're going to have examinations today anyway, let's get them checked out too. If they find anything wrong, the hospital will cover it all for free. You're a big business owner, so a few extra bucks won't hurt." As he spoke, Ding Jun winked at the dean like a businessman.

The dean's mouth dropped open. "You mean your whole family's checkups and treatments are all free?" he asked.

Ding Jun nodded. "Pretty much," he said. "If you don't agree, that's fine. I'll go somewhere else. I'll tell others you can't do the tests, your standards aren't good enough." Just then, a large group of reporters rushed in, shouting Ding Jun's name.

Ding Jun smiled at them. "Dean," he said, "they've come to see me. I have a lot to say."

The dean quickly pulled Ding Jun aside, gritted his teeth, and whispered, "Okay, okay, I agree to everything. But you can't say anything to the reporters."

Ding Jun laughed. "Smart people get things done." He looked up and saw countless cameras flashing in front of him. The reporters were taking pictures of him and the dean.

After the photos were taken, the reporters surrounded Ding Jun's family, including the dean, asking questions that were of interest to them and the general public.

Ding Jun waved generously to everyone and said, "Thank you for your attention, fellow reporters. I will try my best to answer any questions you may have. However, I'm here today for a medical check-up, and thanks to the hospital director's kindness, all the check-up fees for my family have been waived. This hospital is truly wonderful. Whatever questions you have, I'll answer them after my check-up, and I promise you'll be satisfied." The reporters cheered upon hearing this, knowing they were about to get something out of the hospital.

Next, Ding Jun and his family shook off the reporters' entanglement and underwent a series of medical examinations. Ding Jun's parents didn't have their own check-ups; they only allowed their son to be examined. They didn't want to do anything else until their son's results were available.

It took almost the entire morning for Ding Jun's test results to come in. The hospital specially sent a specialist with the report to help Ding Jun and his family resolve their concerns.

After reviewing each of the medical records, the specialist solemnly announced, "Mr. Ding Jun is in excellent health; he has no ailments whatsoever."

The whole family was astonished. Mrs. Ding was the first to smile, clapping her hands together and murmuring, "Thank God! My son is finally healthy. I don't have to worry about him anymore. Now that he's married and has someone to take care of him, even if I die, I'll have no regrets." At this point, Mrs. Ding's eyes reddened.

Fangzi was also stunned, speechless for a long time. This result further confirmed one thing: this person shouldn't be Ding Jun. How could she possibly get along with him in the future?

Mr. Ding paused for a moment before realizing what was happening. He leaned closer to the specialist and emphasized, "Doctor, you're not mistaken, are you?"

The specialist's face darkened. "I'm a medical doctor. Do you think I would make a mistake?" His voice was cold, clearly displeased with Mr. Ding's words.

Mr. Ding smiled apologetically and said, "Doctor, his lung cancer used to be very serious. Could you find that lung examination report and explain it to me?"

Seeing his advanced age, the specialist took pity on him and found the report, explaining it to him sentence by sentence. The gist was that Ding Jun's lung function was normal, with no signs of disease; it seemed even better than the lungs of the healthiest person. This result shocked Mr. Ding. He slumped into a chair, speechless, as if struck by lightning, scrutinizing Ding Jun with a complex gaze.

Ding Jun, holding Fangzi's hand, smiled and said, "Now you can rest assured, my body is fine. Even if we were to consummate our marriage now, I'd be able to pass the test." Fangzi blushed

, gently pulling away, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, your parents and the doctor are here."

At this moment, the hospital director and a group of hospital staff entered. They already knew the result and were also speechless.

Ding Jun's attending physician finally uttered a long pause: "In all my years and with all the patients I've seen, I've never seen anything like this."

The hospital director stared at Ding Jun as if he were a monster for a long time before finally saying, "We must get to the bottom of this." Just then, the ever-present reporters swarmed in like flies, unstoppable by anyone.

Ding Jun had a knack for dealing with reporters. He leaned close to the director and whispered something to him. After a while, the director looked helpless, called his assistant, and gave him some instructions. Soon after, some people brought in a table and chairs, placing them in a prominent position in the room. Then, Ding Jun invited his parents and Fangzi to sit down and began to deal with these reporters who would give most people a headache.

Without needing to be offered a seat, the dean himself sat behind the table, side-by-side with Ding Jun's family. Before they were even properly seated, a barrage of questions from reporters flooded in. The dean, experienced in such situations, answered with ease. Ding Jun, arms crossed and legs crossed, was equally quick-witted and eloquent, no less so than the seasoned Dean Wang.

For some sensitive questions, Ding Jun employed evasive tactics, leaving the reporters unable to grasp the truth, yet helpless. Ding Jun's family, at his instruction, remained seated, refusing to speak. This minimized their trouble.

After about thirty minutes, Ding Jun announced the press conference's end, and the reporters left disappointed. They hadn't had enough.

Ding Jun told them: "If you want to interview me, don't come to my house. I'm teaching at the school; you can find me there." This offered some comfort to the reporters.

As Ding Jun's family prepared to leave, the dean, in a moment of generosity, ordered his driver to take the four of them home in a luxury car. This greatly surprised Ding's parents, and even Fangzi was taken aback. Ding Jun, however, seemed unconcerned, as if it were his duty to be driven home.

Seeing her son so honored, Ding's mother wore a satisfied smile. Ding's father and Fangzi, however, fell into deep thought. They both knew this person wasn't Ding Jun. How could Ding Jun compare to him? If Ding Jun were this outstanding, Ding's father could die content.

Fangzi's feelings were even more complex. She admired this man's abilities, but also missed the simplicity and kindness of the former Ding Jun. If their strengths could be combined, it would be perfect.

In the car, Ding Jun was very attentive to his parents, making Ding's father feel somewhat better. Whether he was his son or not, he should be content. As for Fangzi, she couldn't quite describe her impression of him; it seemed like a mix of good and bad. Just thinking about the other person's lecherousness made him feel nauseous.

When they arrived at the Ding family's building, they got out of the car and sent it away. Ding Jun sighed as he watched the departing car, "That car was really comfortable. I need one like that someday, and it has to be even more impressive than this one."

His mother comforted him, "Son, don't rush. You'll definitely earn enough to buy a car someday."

Ding Jun said arrogantly, "What's a car? I want to earn lots and lots of money. I want to be richer than the richest person here. That's my initial ambition."

Fangzi asked in surprise, "Initial ambition?"

Ding Jun replied seriously, "Yes. This is just the first step. My ambition is much greater. I want to break out of Asia, go to the world, and let everyone know my name, Ding Jun." Fangzi

said, "Then you'll be as famous as the Governor of Hong Kong."

Ding Jun shook his head and said, "The Governor of Hong Kong is nothing. I want to be as famous as the President of the United States." As he spoke, his eyes narrowed, and he already looked like a president.

Afterwards, the three went upstairs and went home to rest. After this medical examination, everyone in the family except Ding Jun and his mother was deeply troubled. The answer left them both heartbroken. But what could they do? Deny him being Ding Jun and drive him away? That would probably be worse than keeping him.

Ding's father privately asked Fangzi, "If he's not Ding Jun, what are your plans?"

Fangzi looked distressed and said, "I don't know. If he's not Ding Jun, then who is he?"

Ding's father pondered for a moment and said, "Even if he is Ding Jun, he's very different from the Ding Jun of the past. I know my son. You can see the difference between him and Ding Jun."

Fangzi asked, "Then Uncle Ding, do you still acknowledge the current Ding Jun as your son?"

Ding's father replied without hesitation, "I do, of course I do. As long as he's not a bad person." "As long as he doesn't do anything bad, I'll treat him like my son. I'll do my best to educate him and help him become a good person."

Fangzi sincerely said, "In my opinion, even without education, he's already a good person."

Mr. Ding said sincerely, "Yes, yes, he's much better than the original Ding Jun. If I had to choose, I'd rather choose this one. This one is more like a real man. What do you think, Fangzi?"

Fangzi frowned and said, "Sigh, I can't say for sure. Anyway, as long as he's Ding Jun, I'll treat him well."

As for Mrs. Ding, she was very satisfied with her son. She believed that her son's transformation was a gift from heaven. She felt that the old couple had accumulated good deeds all their lives and deserved a reward. Therefore, she was always happy, unlike Fangzi and Mr. Ding, who were so worried, as if some evil thing was about to happen.

That evening after dinner, Fangzi was called to Ding Jun's room. Fangzi was a little nervous, afraid that there might be some danger. When she entered the room, she deliberately didn't close the door, so that she could escape and call for help if there was any danger.

Ding Jun noticed this, but he just smiled and said nothing.

He invited Fangzi to sit on his bed, while he himself sat in a chair, staring at her intently. Fangzi felt a chill run down her spine as he stared at her, as if struck by a cold light. She shifted uncomfortably to the side. Suddenly remembering that his eyes might have X-ray vision, she turned away completely.

Ding Jun just laughed and said, "Fangzi, look how scared you are! Am I that scary? I'm not a tiger, leopard, jackal, or venomous snake. Why are you afraid of me? Weren't we good friends before?"

Fangzi didn't dare to meet his gaze and said, "Didn't you lose your memory? How do you still remember us?"

Ding Jun said, "I do have some amnesia, but I still remember us. I remember when we were little, I often carried you on my back, and you would cry your eyes out over the smallest things."

Fangzi felt embarrassed and said, "I was young then and didn't understand. Look, I don't cry my eyes out anymore."

Ding Jun smiled and said, "Girls change a lot as they grow up, and they become more and more beautiful. How about we get married as soon as we graduate?"

Fangzi's face flushed again. She composed herself and asked, "Do you think I'm still suitable to marry you?"

Ding Jun firmly replied, "Of course you are. Haven't I told you? You're a rare and wonderful girl. Whoever marries you is blessed in their past life."

Fangzi was pleased to hear this and said, "You're becoming more and more eloquent, making me feel increasingly distant."

Ding Jun glanced at the toy lion on the table, sighed, and then said, "Now that you've had your checkup, you must be relieved, right?"

Hearing him bring this up, Fangzi said, "Let me ask you, what illness did you have when you were hospitalized? Do you remember?"

Ding Jun gazed at Fangzi's pretty face and said, "Of course I remember, it's lung cancer."

Fangzi nodded and said, "Since you know, why didn't you die?"

Ding Jun didn't answer but asked instead, "Did you really want me to die?"

Fangzi shook her head and said, "Of course I wanted you to live, but now that you're alive, I'm actually puzzled. This is a terminal illness, how could you escape death? You actually woke up again, it's truly unfathomable."

Ding Jun thought for a moment and said, "I can't explain that either. When I woke up, there were many things I didn't know, and I couldn't explain them."

Fangzi hummed in agreement and said, "Since you can't explain these things, I won't ask anymore. I have another question for you."

Ding Jun said, "Just say what you want to say. There's no need for beating around the bush in our relationship."

Fangzi's gaze shifted to the toy lion on the table, and she slowly asked, "Where did you get this 'lion'?"

Ding Jun patted his head and said, "I can't remember."

Fangzi asked again, "Then why did you have this 'lion' on you when you came back last night, even though you didn't have anything else?"

Ding Jun thought for a moment and said, "I'm not quite sure either. I just know I can't lose it. If I lose it, it feels like my life will end."

Fangzi was puzzled and said, "Is this lion that important?"

Ding Jun hugged the toy lion to his chest and said, "That's probably it."

Fangzi asked, "How do you know?"

Ding Jun answered firmly, "I can feel it."

Fangzi stood up and said, "I have nothing more to say. You should get some rest. We'll go to school tomorrow."

Ding Jun hummed in agreement, stood up as well, and said goodnight. Just as Fangzi was about to leave the room, Ding Jun said, "Fangzi, wait a minute."

Fangzi turned around and asked, "What?"

Ding Jun smiled and leaned closer, saying, "Your face is so beautiful, I really want to kiss it." Without waiting for Fangzi's consent, he leaned in and gave her a hard kiss. Fangzi's heart pounded. She didn't say anything and hurriedly left, as if staying any longer would increase the danger. This was just a kiss on the cheek; what if she made some inappropriate request later?

After Fangzi left, Ding Jun closed the door, his breath still carrying the faint fragrance of her face. He sat back in his chair and muttered to himself, "What a beautiful girl! Not only does she make me want to kiss her, but I also want to do other things. I'm so lucky."

Just then, a voice like a broken gong rang out. Ding Jun was startled and looked around for the person, but couldn't find them, and the voice continued to ring.

The laughter stopped abruptly, saying, "Don't bother looking, you won't find me."

Ding Jun was still circling the room. He hadn't given up on his goal. The voice laughed wildly a few more times and said, "Guess where I am?"

Ding Jun searched for a long time but couldn't find me. He carefully sensed the voice's influence on him and casually said, "Why do I feel something in my body when you speak?"

The voice laughed and said, "That's right. Because I'm inside your body. Tell me, can you find me?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Jun's eyes widened like bull's eyes, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Ding Jun asked anxiously, "Who are you? How did you get into my body? I didn't know."

The voice laughed sinisterly and said, "Of course you didn't know, because you were already dead then."

Ding Jun said "Oh," and said, "I was already dead?"

The voice chuckled, sending chills down one's spine, and after laughing, it said, "That's right, when you died holding the toy lion, I entered your body. I adapted to your body for a long time, worked for a long time, and finally managed to wake you up before you were cremated." "Yes."

Ding Jun asked, "Since I'm already dead, how can you wake me up? Even the doctors can't do anything, so what makes you think you can?"

The voice said with infinite smugness, "Doctors are nothing, how can they compare to me? Let me tell you honestly, I have magic."

Ding Jun was taken aback and asked, "Magic?"

The voice replied, "Yes. I have magic. I can bring the dead back to life, and I can make the living die. Don't think that just because you have a terminal illness, I can still keep you alive, and I can still make your lungs healthy." "Your lungs. Without me, you would have turned to ashes by now."

Ding Jun asked, puzzled, "Why are you so good to me? After all this talk, who exactly are you?"

The voice laughed wildly again and said, "I'm good to you, but you'll have to pay a price. I don't treat you well for no reason. I'll give you everything you want, beautiful women, money, but you have to help me too."

Ding Jun asked, "How can I help you?"

The voice said mysteriously, "I won't tell you now, but I'll tell you later. Just be prepared to repay my kindness."

Ding Jun sighed and asked, "They all say I've changed a bit. How could I change? Aren't I still Ding Jun?"

The voice explained, "Your body is Ding Jun, that's true, but your soul is only half Ding Jun. Do you understand? "

Ding Jun replied, "I don't fully understand."

The voice patiently explained again, "Your body is Ding Jun's, but half of your soul is mine. So your personality and abilities are not quite the same as before."

Only then did Ding Jun understand what was going on. He asked again, "Why do I have partial amnesia? I can't remember many things, like that Zhenji, it seems like we used to be very familiar."

The voice laughed lewdly and said, "Of course you're very familiar with her. Haven't you heard people say that you used to chase after her relentlessly, but you didn't succeed. That guy named Jack caught up with her."

Ding Jun said, "Oh, so I was that bad before? But why can't I remember knowing that beautiful woman named Zhenji?"

The voice said, "What's so strange about that? Because I'm practicing my martial arts. During my practice, your memory will be affected. Because magic will damage your memory. Who told us to share the same body?"

Ding Jun sighed, "Then I'm at a huge disadvantage! I beg you to leave my body."

The voice was somewhat annoyed, and Ding Jun felt a sharp pain in his intestines. The voice had actually grabbed at his intestines. The voice warned, "Kid, don't repay kindness with enmity and kick me while I'm down. I just cured your illness, and you want to get rid of me? It's not that easy. If you say such nonsense or have such thoughts again, I can still send you back to the funeral home and turn you into a pile of ashes." Then, it began to curse Ding Jun, using all sorts of disgusting and offensive language.

Ding Jun smiled apologetically and said, "Brother, please stop cursing. I won't kick you out. I'll listen to whatever you say."

The guy's anger subsided, and he said, "That makes more sense."

Ding Jun asked, "What was my personality like before? Why is my personality like this now?"

The guy chuckled and said, "You used to be a coward, as honest as a sheep, you didn't even know how to pursue a girl. You wrote her a love letter, but you were too scared to take it. As a result, your classmate stole it and gave it to her, and the girl didn't even look at it before calling you a coward."

Ding Jun sighed and said, "This Ding Jun, he's really pathetic. Why write love letters to pursue girls? What era are we living in? That method is so outdated."

The creature continued, "You're different now. Ever since I entered your body, and I entered your soul, half of your personality has become like mine."

Ding Jun repeated, "Half like you?"

The creature said, "That's right. If you weren't like me, could you have become so tough, so clever, and so eloquent?"

Ding Jun asked, "Is your personality like that too?"

The creature replied, "Not entirely. Before I practiced magic, my personality was just like yours now. After I became a demon, my personality became unlike mine. Back then, I would kill anyone who crossed me without any hesitation. That led to the subsequent tragedy." At this point, his voice turned sorrowful.

Ding Jun asked curiously, "What tragedy?"

The creature sighed twice and said, "I'll tell you about that later. Every time I think about it, my heart aches." His tone became very depressed, as if an old wound had been reopened.

Ding Jun gave an "Oh," and said, "After all this talk, you still haven't told me who you are?"

The man arrogantly replied, "I'm not human, I'm a bloodthirsty demon."

Ding Jun asked, "What does that mean?"

The man explained, "Don't you understand? I'm a blood-sucking demon."

Ding Jun was startled and asked, "You really suck blood?"

The man grinned maliciously and said, "What kind of bloodthirsty demon wouldn't suck blood? Before I died, I don't know how many people's blood I've drunk." His voice was filled with pride, as if he was thinking of his glorious past.

Ding Jun asked uneasily, "You won't suck my blood, will you?" As he spoke, Ding Jun stood up from his chair.

The Bloodthirsty Demon laughed a few times and said, "If you don't obey, I'll drain your blood. Of course, as long as you listen to me, I won't mistreat you."

Ding Jun asked, "What do you want me to do?"

The Bloodthirsty Demon replied, "I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you when I do."

Ding Jun asked, "There are so many people in this world, why don't you enter other people's bodies, and only choose me?"

The Bloodthirsty Demon replied, "That's a good question. Why is it that there are so many people in the world, yet I don't enter anyone else's body, only yours, haha..." "Haha, this is fate! When fate arrives, no one can stop it. It's also good luck that the Bloodthirsty Demon has finally allowed me to be resurrected. Those old ghosts never expected this. Once I have my own physical body, I will seek justice from them one by one and make them suffer endlessly."

Ding Jun felt a chill run down his spine and asked, "After you have your own physical body, will you leave my body?"

The Bloodthirsty Demon replied, "Yes, I will leave you."

Ding Jun said, "Then will I still be as capable as I am now?"

The Bloodthirsty Demon said, "Then..." "Of course. Although I've left you, you already have my characteristics, but I'm afraid you won't have any magic anymore."

Ding Jun exclaimed, "Do I have magic now? I didn't know that."

The Bloodthirsty Demon said in a mysterious tone, "You'll know when the crucial moment comes. Then you'll know how powerful I am."

Ding Jun listened with great longing and said, "How should I communicate with you normally?"

The Bloodthirsty Demon replied, "As long as you call my name, I will hear you."

Ding Jun said, "I've been awake for a long time, why are you only talking to me now? That's a bit strange."

The Bloodthirsty Demon replied, "That's because after I entered your body, I needed a period of time to adapt, and I'm only now familiar with the situation."

Ding Jun asked again, "So what do you do in my body?"

The Bloodthirsty Demon replied, "Mainly practicing my skills. Once my skills are restored, I can find my own physical body."

Ding Jun said, "How long will it take to restore my skills?"

The Bloodthirsty Demon said, "That's hard to say, we'll see."

Ding Jun sighed and fell silent. Being possessed by a demon was certainly not a good thing. It meant he wasn't a pure human anymore.

The Bloodthirsty Demon instructed, "Kid, I'm going to start practicing. Don't bother me."

Ding Jun hummed in response, sat back in his chair, and stared blankly at the toy lion on the table, a troubled expression on his face. He wondered, what did this toy have to do with this Bloodthirsty Demon? Why did he always feel a certain attachment to it? But he didn't want to talk to the Bloodthirsty Demon now. Communicating with a devil was never a pleasant experience. This guy wanted him to listen to him, but what good could a devil possibly do? It was all bound to be wicked and immoral. How could he agree to do bad things?

Ding Jun made his bed, crawled under the covers, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Only now did he understand why he was different from others. Others had terminal illnesses and died, but he was still alive. It was all because of the Bloodthirsty Demon. Was he saving him or harming him? He would only know later.

Thinking about all the unhappy things that had happened, he felt a bit stifled, so he started thinking about pleasant things. First, he thought of Zhenji, and then of Fangzi. Zhenji's angry appearance was stunning; no wonder he had pursued her before. But that Ding Jun was too useless; he didn't know any tricks at all. How could he use such an old-fashioned method as writing love letters? He should have used something more sophisticated; then she wouldn't be able to escape.

Fangzi wasn't a beauty that immediately caught his eye; her good qualities could only be appreciated through gradual contact. And as time went by, he felt more and more that she was a first-rate beauty. It was a bit like appreciating tea.

Her beauty wasn't just in appearance, but also in her heart. She possessed all the virtues of a Japanese woman. Ding Jun felt happy when he thought of Fangzi.

He silently thought that if he married Fangzi, he would have no regrets. But the thought of being possessed by a demon made him feel as uncomfortable as if he had eaten maggots.

As for when he had been possessed by this self-proclaimed bloodthirsty demon, he had no idea. In short, this guy had brought himself back to life, regaining a real life.

The next morning, Ding Jun got up early and went out to practice martial arts with his father. His father had many skills worth learning. His enthusiasm infected his father, making him feel as happy as if he had returned to his youth.

When the two of them returned, Fangzi had already prepared the meal and was waiting for them with Ding's mother. Looking at the fragrant food, Ding Jun cast an admiring glance at Fangzi. Fangzi, however, always avoided his gaze, looking shy and endearing.

After breakfast, Fangzi packed their schoolbags. Seeing that it was still early, they turned on the television. They were surprised to find that every news program featured Ding Jun. The news called Ding Jun a miracle. A young man who had come back from the dead like him was absolutely the first case in human history. Some experts even said they would visit Ding Jun sometime.

Ding Jun said with dissatisfaction, "They want to come see me? Forget it. What do they want from me? They just want to use me as a guinea pig for research, don't they?"

Ding's father sighed, "I never imagined Ding Jun would become a celebrity."

Ding's mother said happily, "My son is so amazing! He's not even twenty yet and everyone knows him. Old man, you've lived to this age, and not many people know me."

Fangzi sighed, "Ding Jun is probably as famous as a celebrity now."

Ding's mother said, "They're just celebrities. Ding Jun will definitely be more famous than them in the future."

Ding Jun sighed twice and said, "Being a celebrity isn't necessarily a good thing. I might not have as much freedom in the future. Everyone will know me wherever I go."

Afterward, the two of them put on their schoolbags, dressed neatly, said goodbye to the old lady, and went downstairs to school.

Ding Jun was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, looking very dashing. Fangzi had long hair, wore a white dress, and had a gentle expression, like a Snow White. The two of them looked quite well-matched walking together.

After going downstairs and out the door, they saw a red sports car parked not far away, luxurious and impressive. A short, stocky young man stood beside the car, wearing a striped suit, sporting a mustache, and with narrow, narrow eyes—clearly not Chinese.

Upon seeing Ding Jun and his companion, he immediately stepped forward, smiling broadly, and bowed deeply. Ding Jun didn't recognize him and said, "Who are you? We haven't met before, have we?"

The man straightened up and spoke a few words, not in Mandarin, but in Japanese. Ding Jun couldn't understand, but Fangzi did, and told Ding Jun, "He said he's from a Japanese car company, named Inoshita Taro, and he wants to see you."

Ding Jun sized up the man and asked, "What do you want with me?"

Taro bowed deeply again, this time speaking Chinese: "On behalf of our company, I'd like to invite you, sir, to be the spokesperson for our new car." His Mandarin was awkward, his tone flat and monotone, like a straight line.

Fortunately, Ding Jun understood. Ding Jun chuckled and said, "So what's in it for me?"

Seeing that Ding Jun seemed to agree, Taro's face lit up with a joyful smile. He pointed to the sports car beside him and said, "This...this one's yours."

Ding Jun's gaze shifted to the beautiful sports car; if Taro hadn't been there, he would have been drooling. Despite being a novice when it came to cars, this one was undeniably captivating.

Ding Jun leaned closer to the car and said, "Is this car mine now?"

Taro narrowed his eyes and said in a fawning tone, "As long as Mr. Ding agrees to our conditions, this car is yours." A sly smile appeared on his face.

Ding Jun's eyes swept over the car, circling it as he looked at it. The more he looked, the more he loved it, the more reluctant he was to let it go. He asked, "What are your conditions? Just tell me." As he spoke, he pulled Fangzi along, inviting her to admire it as well.

Taro was very satisfied with Ding Jun's performance and reaction. He grinned and said, "If you agree to be the spokesperson for our new car, it's yours."

Ding Jun asked again, "What do I need to do?"

Taro said, "It's very simple. Just drive it in and out of here every day. That's advertising for us."

Ding Jun was delighted and said, "Is there really such a good thing? I never thought of that." He looked at Fangzi as he spoke.

Fangzi was quite satisfied with the car and whispered to Ding Jun, "It's still better to be careful. There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Ding Jun nodded, agreeing with her. He asked Taro, "Which company are you from? What's your position in your company?"

Taro politely replied, "I'm from Inoshita Motors in Japan. We specialize in manufacturing new cars. I'm a full-time salesman."

Ding Jun asked, "Why didn't you find someone else to be your spokesperson, but instead came specifically to me?"

Taro replied, "Well, it's naturally because Mr. Ding is so famous. Even we Japanese know that Hong Kong has a celebrity like you. After several discussions by our company's board of directors, we unanimously passed a resolution to appoint Mr. Ding as our company's representative."

Ding Jun was taken aback, never expecting his reputation to have spread to a friendly nation. He glanced at Fangzi, who was also looking at him as if he were a national treasure. This suddenly made Ding Jun feel unsteady on his feet, as if he had been drinking. His fame was so great; it seemed he would soon surpass the Governor of Hong Kong.

Ding Jun couldn't help but sigh, "My fame has reached this level?"

Taro said, "In Japan, after seeing news about you, many people became interested in you. Many young girls want to meet you and see what you look like."

Ding Jun chuckled foolishly, glanced at Fangzi, and said, "I, Ding Jun, can only marry one wife."

Taro said, "If you agree to be the spokesperson for our new car, we'll not only give you the car, but also many other benefits. And when it's convenient, we'll even invite you to travel to Japan."

Hearing this, Ding Jun felt lightheaded, as if he wasn't himself anymore. He asked Fangzi, "How often do you go back to Japan?"

Fangzi answered truthfully, "I haven't been back many times in my life. The fastest I've gone back is once every three years. I stay for a week each time and then come back."

Taro said in a tempting tone, "As long as Mr. Ding agrees to be our spokesperson, this young lady can go back to her country whenever she wants. We'll cover all the expenses."

Ding Jun said with a beaming smile, "That's really a good thing, something others can only dream of."

Taro reacted quickly upon hearing this. He took out a briefcase from the car, pulled out a few sheets of paper, and said, "Mr. Ding, if there are no problems, please sign this. Once you sign, everything will be much easier." As he spoke, he handed over a contract.

Ding Jun saw that it was full of Japanese writing and handed it to Fangzi. Fangzi read it aloud fluently in Chinese. Even Taro was surprised by her level of proficiency.

After hearing the contents of the contract, Ding Jun asked Fangzi, "Do you think we can sign this contract?"

Fangzi replied softly, "Judging from this contract, we're not at a disadvantage."

Ding Jun suddenly realized a few crucial issues that weren't mentioned in the contract. Ding Jun beckoned Taro to his side and said, "Even if you give me the car, I can't afford to maintain it."

Taro said sincerely, "Ding Jun, if you're facing any difficulties, feel free to tell me, and we can discuss a solution."

Ding Jun laughed and said, "Mr. Taro, thank you for your kindness. But my family is very poor. I'm still in school, and my family doesn't have the spare money to maintain a car. Think about it, my family's only income is my parents' pension; I haven't earned any money yet. Once this car is mine, where will the money come from for gas, parking fees, maintenance, tolls, etc.? I think we should forget about it. You should find someone else."

This answer surprised not only Taro but also Fangzi. She couldn't believe that Ding Jun would refuse such a good offer.

Taro hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can ask the company." He pulled out his cell phone to report back home.

While he was doing this, Ding Jun said to Taro, "Mr. Taro, how about this? Give me a copy of the contract, I'll go home and discuss it with my parents before deciding whether to sign it or not."

Taro thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, but we can't delay any longer. The company is waiting for my reply. If this isn't handled well, I won't get a single penny this month. My wife and kids will starve."

Ding Jun and Fangzi exchanged glances and said, "How about this, you wait here tomorrow morning. I'll give you a clear answer then, okay?"

Taro nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, that's perfect."

Ding Jun glanced at the red sports car, then at the school not far away, and said, "If Mr. Taro has time, could you give us a ride so we can see the features and advantages of your company's new car?"

Taro nodded again and said, "That would be wonderful." As he spoke, he opened the car door and invited Ding Jun and Fangzi into the car. Then he got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Ding Jun thought to himself, "This Japanese guy is quite polite. I, Ding Jun, never thought I'd have a chance to shine. This is an opportunity, I can't let it slip away." Smelling the fresh air inside the car and feeling the soft seat beneath him, Ding Jun was filled with greed and possessiveness towards it, like someone with a stunningly beautiful woman whom he absolutely wouldn't let go.

The car started smoothly and quickly, almost without a sound from the engine. Ding Jun secretly cheered, further strengthening his resolve to sign the contract, while outwardly he raised various questions about the car, seemingly quite dissatisfied. In reality, he was using a strategy of feigned indifference.

Taro was quite good, not getting angry at all, patiently explaining the car's problems to him. Before Ding Jun had even had his fill of excitement, the sports car had already come to a smooth stop in front of the school.

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