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Lin Yuan felt that God must be playing a joke on him.

He lived for twenty-six years, working diligently and living an honest life; he never even ran a red light.

As a result, he was killed by an out-of-control truck simply because he helped an elderly woman who had fallen on his way home from get off work.

As he died, he was thinking: Good deeds go unrewarded; I'll never be a Lei Feng again in my next life.

Then he found himself floating in mid-air.

It really floats.

Lin Yuan looked down at his bloodied and mangled body lying in the middle of the road, surrounded by screaming crowds and flashing police lights. It took him a long time to react.

I am dead.

Does a person really have a soul after death?

Have!

Because he is now floating at his own funeral.

It was called a funeral, but it was really just the cheapest farewell hall in the funeral home.

A girl knelt in front of the mourning hall, her hair disheveled and plastered to her face, looking as if her soul had been taken away.

Lin Yuan floated in mid-air, watching the girl's back, his heart feeling like it was being stabbed.

That was Gu Jia, his good friend and colleague at the company.

Although the two were not officially together, Lin Yuan knew in his heart that Gu Jia had always had feelings for him.

They look after each other at work and also eat and watch movies together in their private lives. Their friends have long been joking that they are a couple.

Lin Yuan kept thinking that he should wait until he had a stable job and saved enough money before seriously considering the relationship.

He died as a result.

He tried to reach out and hug Gu Jia, but his hand passed right through her body.

"Gu Jia..." Lin Yuan called out, but Gu Jia did not respond.

Just then, a muffled thud came from the direction of the crematorium.

Lin Yuan subconsciously turned around and saw something glowing on the chest of his body, which was about to be pushed into the furnace.

It was a pale blue light, like a cold flame, slowly rising from the location of his heart.

The ball of light condensed in the air into a rune the size of a palm.

The runes were ancient and complex, like some kind of script he had never seen before, yet they felt strangely familiar to him.

It hovered in mid-air, slowly rotating, exuding a chilling aura.

Lin Yuan was stunned.

He recognized the rune; it was something he had seen among his grandfather's belongings when he was a child.

My grandfather was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who spent his entire life treating patients in the countryside.

Before his death, his grandfather held his hand and said, "Xiao Yuan, there are some things passed down from our ancestors. When the time is right, we will give them to you."

At the time, Lin Yuan thought his grandfather was referring to those yellowed medical books and didn't take it seriously.

Later, those books disappeared somewhere.

But now, the rune floated right in front of him, like a key that opened a long-sealed door.

The runes suddenly exploded, turning into countless points of light that surged into Lin Yuan's soul.

In an instant, Lin Yuan felt as if a library had been stuffed into his mind.

Countless pieces of information flooded in—medical traditions, ancient martial arts techniques, feng shui and mystical arts… These things seemed to be engraved deep in his soul, terrifyingly clear.

The images flashed before his eyes like a movie.

These memories did not belong to him, yet they were etched into his soul with unparalleled realism.

He suddenly understood the meaning of his grandfather's words.

"When it's time to give it to you, it will naturally be given to you."

It turns out it wasn't that they wouldn't give it, it was just that the time hadn't come yet.

And now that he's dead, the time has come.

Lin Yuan gave a wry smile. "My goodness... isn't this price too high?"

Just then, the power of inheritance began to guide him.

It wasn't that he floated up into the sky, nor that he fell to the ground. Instead, it was as if an invisible thread was pulling him, through the walls of the funeral home, through the city's night sky, through unfamiliar streets, and finally stopping in front of a building.

The Third People's Hospital of Lincheng City.

Lin Yuan's consciousness was drawn by that force, passing through the hospital corridors and wards, finally stopping in front of a door.

The sign on the door reads: Ward 10.

Enter through the door.

The room was quiet, with only the beeping of medical equipment.

The curtains were half-drawn, letting in the outside light, which spread a layer of silvery-white light on the floor.

There was a person lying in the hospital bed.

He was a young man, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

His face was pale, his cheekbones were slightly prominent, and he looked somewhat thin.

His body was covered in tubes, and the ventilator worked rhythmically, lifting and lowering his chest again and again.

The card at the head of the bed reads: Lin Yuan, male, 26 years old, in a vegetative state due to a car accident, admitted to the hospital one month ago.

What a coincidence, this person has the same name as me?

Lin Yuanpiao stood by the bed, looking at the unfamiliar man.

He could sense that there was still a faint life force in this body, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

The inherited power was pushing him into this body, as if trying to bring together two dying embers and reignite them.

"You mean... I should live on using his body?" Lin Yuan asked himself in his heart.

The force did not answer him, but continued to push him closer.

Lin Yuan hesitated for a second.

He glanced back in the direction he had come from; there lay Gu Jia, his funeral, and the life he hadn't yet lived.

Then, gritting his teeth, his soul suddenly crashed into that body.

It felt like jumping into a pool of icy water.

A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped him, followed by a violent dizziness.

He felt his consciousness being torn apart, reorganized, and merged, like two streams of water merging together, unable to distinguish which one was his original self.

He heard a strange heartbeat.

thump.

thump.

thump.

It is becoming increasingly powerful.

Then he opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is a stark white ceiling, with fluorescent light tubes humming with electricity.

The smell of disinfectant was so strong it was pungent, mixed with the slight warmth emanating from the running equipment.

Lin Yuan was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Hearing the noise, the nurse next to her turned around and saw the person on the bed with their eyes open. She screamed in fright, dropping the tray in her hand with a thud, and the syringes and gauze rolled all over the floor.

"Doctor! Doctor! Bed 3 is awake! Bed 3 is awake!"