"Young Master, you died so tragically..."
"Whether you're dead or not, Young Master, please don't come looking for me..."
"Young Master, we've been master and servant for so long. After I bury you, I'll sell your books, go home, marry a wife, and have a child. I'll definitely give him your name to commemorate you..."
The mournful sobbing lingered in Chen Luo's ears. He opened his eyes.
The place where he lay seemed to be... a coffin?
Feeling the atmosphere around him, Chen Luo had one sentence stuck in his throat: MMP, should I say it or not?
"Did I... transmigrate again?"
"Another start with a corpse rising from the grave?"
Chen Luo sat up inside the coffin. A crude wooden hut came into view, and beside the coffin, a little book servant was weeping as he burned spirit money.
"Hey... stop crying." Chen Luo called out. The book servant abruptly raised his head. When he saw Chen Luo, his sobbing stopped dead.
"Young... Young Master?"
"You... you're not dead?"
"Dead? I only slept a little too deeply!" Chen Luo jumped straight out of the coffin, patted his shroud, and said, "I'm dying of thirst. Get me some water!"
The book servant froze for a moment before coming to his senses. He threw the spirit money in his hand at Chen Luo's face and ran out.
With spirit money smacking him in the face, Chen Luo sighed, sat down, and began sorting through his thoughts.
Transmigration?
That was naturally impossible.
He had merely descended into the mortal world.
The principle behind the Mortal World Guide did indeed resemble transmigration in some ways. It transferred a person's soul into another body, after which they crossed the mortal world under that identity.
Under normal circumstances, however, such a transfer sealed