Ghost Killed Me

"Patriarch, you died so tragically..."

"Patriarch, quickly accept these spirit coins. Don't be stingy if you encounter an evil spirit..."

"Patriarch, please don't come back to find us. We will offer sacrifices to you on time..."

The mournful cries lingered in Chen Luo's ears. Chen Luo opened his eyes.

White banners and white curtains filled his vision. A large banner with the character "mourning" hung in the center, its strokes vigorous. Chen Luo lowered his head. He was wearing a red official's robe made of fine material, and beside him were neatly arranged gold and jade carvings...

Chen Luo sat up from the coffin. A simple mourning hall came into view. Below, a young maid was burning spirit coins while weeping perfunctorily.

Just as Chen Luo was about to speak to the maid, a flood of chaotic memories surged into his mind, causing him to shiver involuntarily and let out an uncontrollable groan.

The little maid, who had been weeping below, finally heard the sound. She looked up and met Chen Luo's gaze.

At this moment, Chen Luo was being forcibly flooded with a torrent of memories, his face contorted.

"Ah—"

A piercing scream, capable of shattering metal and stone, erupted from the little maid. She scrambled out of the mourning hall, shouting as she ran—

"Disaster! The Patriarch has come back to life!"

Ignoring the maid's terrified cries, Chen Luo tried to digest the memories in his mind. He quickly understood his situation.

He had transmigrated...

He had transmigrated into Chen Luo, who shared the same name and surname in this world.

Chen Luo, courtesy name Dongliu, nineteen years old, orphaned, with a sister and a house. He was the Patriarch of the Chen Manor in Wan'an County, Luning Prefecture, Great Xuan Dynasty, from a scholarly family. He learned to read at three, wrote poetry at five, recited classics at seven, and achieved nothing at nineteen...

Ahem, it was best not to dwell on such unimportant memories.

"I'm dead..." Chen Luo glanced at the coffin he was in and concluded, "Strictly speaking, the Chen Luo of this world is dead."

"But how exactly did he die?" Chen Luo tried hard to recall the memories in his mind and soon understood the whole story.

Starting from the fifteenth of last month, people in his Chen Manor began to die. First, it was the tenant farmers and laborers in the estate, and then even the servants in the county mansion started to die.

At first, the county yamen thought it was a plague and sent physicians to investigate, but they found everything to be normal. Yet, people continued to die one after another.

The yamen also grew anxious, but the deceased had no external or internal injuries, and no symptoms could be found. Thus, rumors spread among the populace that it was the work of evil spirits.

Evil spirits, namely demons and monsters.

"As expected, rumors are usually accurate." Chen Luo showed a wry smile. His former self was one of the deceased. In the memories of his former self, Chen Luo had also seen the killer.

It was a ghost!

According to the memories of his former self, Chen Luo knew that in this world, Confucianism, Daoism, and Buddhism coexisted; Humans, demons, and barbarians lived together; and the existence of ghosts was a very real thing.

Chen Luo saw that the ghost had entered his dream. In the dream, the ghost extended a tongue three feet long, wrapped it around his neck, and with a forceful pull, Chen Luo's head in the dream was as if it had been severed, and his physical body outside also ceased to breathe.

Chen Luo also heard the ghost whispering in his ear: "The Chen family... all dead..."

Chen Luo shivered. It was best not to recall these horror-movie-like memories while sitting in a coffin. He carefully climbed out of the coffin and sat on a chair.

His enemy was a ghost, and it was a fight to the death. What should he do? Waiting online, it's urgent.

Chen Luo began to rack his brain, trying to see if there was a solution.

Since this world had ghosts, there must be ways to exterminate them, otherwise, wouldn't the human world become a ghost realm? When it comes to exterminating ghosts, the most professional would naturally be the Daoist sect.

In his memories, the Chen Manor had also found a Daoist temple established by the Daoist sect in Wan'an County. However, those Daoist priests had all gone to participate in the Great Luo Ceremony, held once every sixty years, leaving only a few useless young Daoist boys to guard it.

The Chen Manor had also sent people to inquire in the surrounding counties, and the replies were all the same: the Daoist masters were not at home.

If not Daoism, then Buddhism!

Logically, the Buddhist Dharma and karma fire should also have the effect of subduing ghosts. However, the Great Xuan Dynasty and the Western Buddhist kingdoms had always had a cold relationship, so they naturally did not allow them to establish temples within their borders. Thus, the Chen family did not know where to invite those accomplished monks for the time being.

Finally, there was the Confucian sect. The Confucian sect cultivated a righteous and awe-inspiring spirit that repelled ghosts and gods. However, the key was that it could only protect oneself, not others.

No solution!

"Ding—"

Chen Luo made a sound himself.

No reaction.

What was going on? Wasn't a golden finger a standard feature for transmigration? Why hadn't it activated yet?

"System, host calling..." Chen Luo's voice was a little anxious.

Silence.

There was no golden finger!

What a joke. He hadn't transmigrated into the ancient China of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, or Qing dynasties, but into a fantastical world where people could fly and move mountains! That set of "cement, glass, papermaking, perfume, gunpowder, penicillin" probably wouldn't work...

Moreover, he was currently being hunted by a ghost!

It was unreasonable not to give him a golden finger!

"Could the signal in the spirit hall be bad?" Chen Luo comforted himself and walked out of the spirit hall. But as soon as he stepped over the threshold, a warm, fishy liquid came rushing towards him, drenching him from head to toe. Chen Luo's vision instantly turned blood red, making it impossible to see ahead.

At this moment, a cacophony of footsteps sounded. Chen Luo only heard an old, hoarse voice shouting, "Hurry up, the black dog's blood won't hold him for long..."

Immediately after, Chen Luo felt a sharp pain in his back, as if he'd been hit with a club. He stumbled forward a couple of steps and fell to the ground. At this point, the same old voice shouted again, "The most feared thing for a reanimated corpse is a coffin nail, quickly nail him down!"

"Holy crap!" Chen Luo's heart tightened. He struggled to get up, shouting, "I'm not dead, I..." But before he could finish, he was hit on the back of the head again. His entire head felt like it was filled with a buzzing sound, and the world spun around him. Chen Luo vaguely saw two figures lunging at him, holding iron nails six or seven inches long.

"I'm done for, I'm going to become Jesus!" Chen Luo lamented inwardly. Just as his consciousness was fading, he suddenly heard a crisp female voice in his ear, "All of you, stop!"

Chen Luo saw a figure running towards him. In an instant, this figure merged with a silhouette from his memory. Chen Luo opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't call out. He fainted like that...

Chen Luo seemed to have a dream.

In the dream, he saw countless giant brushes descending from the sky, piercing the ink-black earth. Then, flowers bloomed from the tips of those giant brushes. The world, which had been devoid of life, instantly transformed into a sea of flowers.

At this moment, a loud and distant voice echoed in Chen Luo's mind:

"History, classics, and philosophy are the ways of heaven; storytelling and historical romances are the appearances of the human world."

"Daoism and Buddhism do not meddle in worldly affairs; how many can comprehend the marvels within the books?"

As soon as the voice finished, a few petals detached from a giant brush on the ground and floated towards Chen Luo. The petals overlapped, transforming into a sheet of paper covered in writing. Chen Luo reached out to catch it, but as his hand touched the paper, it dissolved into light and shot into his forehead.

Chen Luo felt as if he'd been doused with a basin of cold water. He jolted all over. At this moment, he clearly felt a new piece of information in his mind. It was--

Brief Biography of Zhong Kui!

The ghost catcher, Zhong Kui!

Fallen petals are not unfeeling things; they transform to support a flowery path.

New author, seeking recommendations and collections.