Supreme Zombie King, I have been sealed away for eight hundred years.

"What a fine name. It even corresponds to my name, Mr. Tianyi. It seems that Lin Yi and I are destined to be together." He Youqiu increasingly felt that all of this was fate.

This is the will of Heaven, yet we must defy it.

He Youqiu found it increasingly interesting and was filled with anticipation.

"By the way, I mean if Lin Yi continues to use variables and can really defy fate, will everything I know be overwritten?" Wanyan Bupo suddenly asked.

Covered...?

“Perhaps. Since it’s bound to happen, and neither of us can stop it, let’s just wait. Perhaps tomorrow, new memories will surface for you,” He Youqiu said, looking at Wanyan Bupo.

"Hmm, this time the memories have surfaced several months later than before... I really don't know when the next memory will surface?" Wanyan Bupo frowned, lost in thought, as if talking to himself.

“It’s a few months apart, exactly September. I’ve already calculated it. Ma Xiaoling is about to return,” He Youqiu said casually.

Is Ma Xiaoling about to make a comeback?

"Your predictions about Ma Xiaoling weren't this accurate before?" Wanyan Bupo stared at Mr. Tianyi and He Youqiu.

"Times have changed. Let's leave it at that. Mr. Yuan Bupo, I hope you can bring me better news next time we meet." He Youqiu looked at Wanyan Bupo expectantly.

Better news...?

Wanyan Bupo looked at Mr. Tianyi, smiled knowingly, and said, "I hope so."

whoosh...

Wanyan Bupo left at an extremely fast speed.

Mr. Tianyi, He Youqiu, gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with immense anticipation. "Lin Yi, I'm really looking forward to your performance. Don't disappoint me. Defy fate..."

He was even more looking forward to meeting Lin Yi.

Maybe.

……desolate.

On the endless, desolate moon.

Chang'e lamented, "Why, why does everyone think of defying fate? Don't they know that everything is already predetermined! Just like me, I am sinking on this desolate star, suffering the torment of time!"

She also hoped that one day she could return to the lower realm.

Yet for millions of years, she has still endured the endless loneliness brought about by the long years.

"Lin Yi, perhaps it is true, as you say, that the day will come for me, Chang'e, to descend to the mortal realm..." Chang'e murmured sadly.

The hem of her dress swayed as Chang'e strolled along.

Suddenly...

Chang'e's eyes lit up, her expression completely changing. She murmured again, "Lin Yi, you didn't return with Ma Xiaoling... What are you planning to do?"

"Hmm, the Pangu Bow is still in Wanyan Bupo's hands..." Chang'e's beautiful eyes seemed to be able to see everything in the lower world.

Her expression shifted to sadness.

Chang'e... Is she Chang'e?

"Holy Mother of Yaochi, you wicked woman, I, Chang'e, will descend to the mortal realm to find you..." Chang'e's eyes burned with a hatred that seemed to want to destroy everything.

Cafe.

The Holy Mother of Yaochi, who had been nimbly typing away on the keyboard, stopped. She smiled knowingly, "What's meant to happen will happen. I hope you won't disappoint me!"

No one knows who the Holy Mother of Yaochi was referring to with those words.

Lin Yi... Chang'e?

Or is it fate?

She continued typing on the keyboard, writing fairy tales.

As the seasons changed and the night deepened, the stars began to move.

The rooftop of the bar.

A figure dressed in black appeared.

To be precise, he is not a human, but the Grim Reaper.

The Grim Reaper of the Underworld.

Who is he?

He was the meteor from Zhuxian Town eight hundred years ago.

"Ma Xiaoling should be back soon. Arrow Brother will definitely be taken to 04 by Ma Xiaoling too. It's a pity I can't meet Arrow Brother right now. Hmm, Brother Lin, will you come back?" Meteor gazed at the neon-lit streets in the distance, his eyes filled with anticipation.

He sighed, "Eight hundred years ago in Zhuxian Town, I never imagined I would become the Grim Reaper of the Underworld. But Brother Lin is right, I am now a god-like man."

Sudden……

"Meteor, the affairs of the mortal realm are not something we in the underworld can interfere with. I hope you remember this well!" A faint, ethereal voice came from the underworld.

"Understood, Ksitigarbha Agent." Meteor replied, about to head back, but then glanced down and saw a young man sitting at the bar entrance, muttering to himself inside...

Who is the boy?

Kuang Fusheng...

"Sister Xiaoling, when are you coming back?" Kuang Fusheng, listless and seemingly consumed by longing, waved his hands and occasionally looked up at the end of the street...

On the balcony.

"That old fox, your little Ling sister will be back soon!" Meteor muttered to himself, then vanished as if he had never been there.

"Huh!" Kuang Fusheng suddenly stood up, walked to the street outside the bar, and looked up. "Strange, it looks like there's someone there."

Although he no longer has Jiang Chen's bloodline, he was once a second-generation zombie. Even though he has been restored to a human body, he still has a strong ability to sense things.

However, this ability is sometimes present and sometimes absent.

It was as if, in the darkness, the vanished bloodline of Pangu was still drawing him in, accumulating energy.

Kuang Fusheng shook his head and continued to sit at the entrance of the bar waiting. Six months have passed, and he still hasn't seen Sister Xiaoling.

“I…” Kuang Fusheng suddenly covered his head, feeling great pain.

A strange memory surfaced, making it difficult for him to accept the impact of it... however, the memory was extremely blurry. This only intensified the pain.

"What happened? What's going on...?" Kuang Fusheng felt a little better, so he put his hand on his head to make himself feel better.

But in my hazy memories, the figure of the deceased Zhenzhen appeared...

“Sister Zhenzhen…” Kuang Fusheng felt that the figure was Sister Zhenzhen, but the figure was too blurry.

The key point is that there's a phantom floating behind the main figure... seemingly dressed in ancient costume... holding a long spear...

"Am I sick? No way. I was once a descendant of Jiang Chen...?" Kuang Fusheng muttered to himself, shaking his head, thinking it might be due to his recent longing and waiting, making him too anxious.

"I'll find some time to go to the hospital to get it checked out," Kuang Fusheng muttered to himself, a self-deprecating remark.

After all, he used to be an immortal zombie... getting sick was a complete non-existent thing for him...

“Strange! Strange…” Kuang Fusheng couldn’t shake off the blurry memories. “An ancient woman, holding a long spear…! Appearing behind Sister Zhenzhen, is it foreshadowing something? Could it be that Sister Zhenzhen will be resurrected? No way…”

resurrection?

Kuang Fusheng felt that he had seen all the gods and Buddhas in the world, including Mother Earth. What's more, the even more bizarre story of someone dying and being resurrected…

"If only Sister Zhenzhen and Zhengzhong were still alive. I miss you all..." Kuang Fusheng muttered to himself, his eyes reddening. He had lived a very lonely life from 01 to 04.

In the quiet of the night, I often play the piano alone, reminiscing about the beautiful memories through its melodies.

Back then, there was Brother Tianyou, Sister Xiaoling, Sister Zhenzhen, and Zhengzhong who was always clamoring for a raise...

"Sigh, when people get old, they always feel sad!" Kuang Fusheng wiped away his tears. He didn't want to be sad, and he didn't want Sister Xiaoling to see that he wasn't strong enough when she came back.

Perhaps somewhere, Tianyou is watching him too...

"But it's still pretty bizarre. I don't believe a sudden, splitting headache would happen. So..." Kuang Fusheng started acting crazy again, talking to himself.

So, is Kuang Fusheng really having a fit of madness?

Kuang Fusheng had just sat down on a bench at the entrance of the bar.

Suddenly… Kuang Fusheng froze, the lights came on…

hum...

A deafening roar erupted...

Looking up, Kuang Fusheng reacted quickly enough, bracing his feet against the ground, and managed to dodge the motorcycle that suddenly shot out from the void...

“Sister Xiaoling…” Kuang Fusheng looked up at Sister Xiaoling in front of him, a look of surprise and joy on his face. He had finally waited for Sister Xiaoling to return. He sat up excitedly and said, “Sister Xiaoling, I knew I would be able to wait for you to come back…”

“Fusheng, come and help me quickly…” Ma Xiaoling jumped off the motorcycle, her black robe fluttering, and moved to the back seat of the motorcycle. She tilted her head and shouted at Kuang Fusheng.

She also doesn't have time to catch up with Kuang Fusheng now.

“Sister Xiaoling, oh, this is Brother You…” Kuang Fusheng was very happy and excited to see Ma Xiaoling.

Finally, Sister Xiaoling and Brother You returned.

Kuang Fusheng was surprised and puzzled by Yu-ge's clothes and long hair.

"By the way, Sister Xiaoling, what's with Brother You's outfit? Did you go to ancient times to fight?" Kuang Fusheng was so excited he could hardly contain himself... He kept asking, "By the way, Sister Xiaoling, why did Brother You faint?"

Time is always so strange. I left on June 25th. And I didn't stay in Zhuxian Town for long. When I returned, it was already September.

Ma Xiaoling glanced back at Kuang Fusheng: "I'll explain later. Quickly help them inside... 3.4...!"

"Oh, okay!" Fusheng nodded and quickly offered his help.

Unconsciously, Fusheng looked down and saw something fall to the ground. He looked back but saw nothing... Could he have seen wrong?

What fell was a cell phone.

A mobile phone that supports video recording and touchscreen.

A phone that doesn't belong to this era at all.

A mobile phone that once traveled through time and space with its owner to the world of "My Date with a Vampire"...

That's right, this is the phone that Lin Yi threw into the time tunnel.

A bizarre scene unfolded.