Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 1: The Lantern Bearer

“Is this the world after death?”

There was a hustle and bustle in the street, and the noise was endless, as if he was not dead, but still alive.

But Chen Ning'an could be sure that he was indeed dead.

At the age of less than 30, he stood at the top of the metaphysical world of that world, and he made a bet with the famous master of Zhouyi.

He used divination to predict one's future with the master, and they played against each other for nine years, but in the end he was defeated by one step behind.

Blood gushed out on the spot.

"The mountain doctor is a fortune teller. Divination is mainly about communicating with ghosts and gods and predicting good and bad luck. Although I am not good at fortune telling, if I fail, I fail."

Chen Ningan's mind was shaken, and he stood up suddenly: "I hate that God made me so late!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Suddenly! He spat out blood, and the smell of rust and bright red spilled all over the bedding, and mixed memories came one after another.

It’s also Chen Ning’an, who just entered high school, has no father or mother, and the stars under his feet are named human stars.

It is located in the solar system and has a structure similar to that of the Earth, but its national system is completely different.

Since the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, the second emperor has not died, and dynasties have been replaced until nearly a hundred years ago, which was called the New Qin.

"I was trapped in the womb. Yesterday, I fell into a coma due to the worsening of the tumor in my body. I hit the back of my head and went into shock. After I was rescued, I awakened my memories of my past life...

His eyes flickered and then dimmed. It would be better not to wake up from this state of confusion. What's the point?
He stood up shakily. This body was so light and weak that it seemed like it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Chen Ning'an looked in the mirror and could barely see the shadow of his previous life on his pale face.

"Ugh……

"This world still hasn't solved the problem of cancer. My life span is probably..."

He subconsciously wanted to check the time, but found that the clock at home had broken down a long time ago, making it difficult to tell the time.

I don't know whether the time was 7.10:19.10 in the morning or : in the evening.

"Is it the Mountain of Heaven and Earth, or... the Marsh of Dui?"

Daxu died in the months of Chen, Xu, Chou and Wei, and Dui Wei Ze died in the month of You. No matter how you look at it, they all happened this year.

He shook his head slightly. Without looking at the divination, he knew just by looking at his complexion that he would not live more than a year.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the continuous knocks made the wall dust fall off. You can imagine how strong the force was.

"Ning'an, Ning'an!"

The boy's hurried shouting was heard through the unsoundproof door, and Chen Ning'an's memory also awakened.

Although Guan Yin’s parents are no longer with him, his friendship is good. The one closest to him is the fat boy Wang Youcai.

Nicknamed Wangcai.

Wangcai's family conditions are also ordinary, but he is a kind-hearted person. Knowing that Wangcai can't eat much meat all year round just relying on Xinqin's subsidy, he invites him to his home every now and then.

It can be said that if it weren’t for Wang Youcai, Chen Ning’an would probably have passed away earlier.

Feeling warm in his heart, Chen Ning'an opened the door. Wang Youcai rushed in hurriedly, gasping for breath, coughing violently twice, and then retching again.

"Damn it, you're still alive!"

Wangcai gasped heavily and managed to utter a word with great difficulty. It was unclear whether he was talking about Chen Ningan or himself.

"Wangcai, why are you so anxious?" Chen Ning'an turned over the quilt to cover the bloodstains and asked with a smile.

"You... huhu, you can still laugh!"

Wangcai opened his clenched fist, and inside it was a check for 10,000 new Qin coins.

"You're almost dead, in the advanced stage, so why rush? Luckily I'm here."

"Ning An, take this and go to the hospital first. I have a way to save you!"

"Where did you get the money?" Chen Ning'an frowned. The face value of the new Qin currency is not the same as the Earth's currency. One yuan is equivalent to one hundred yuan on Earth.

Because below the yuan coin, there is also the currency unit "wen".

One yuan is equal to one hundred coins. This ten thousand coins is equivalent to one million earth coins.

"I sold the house secretly." The little fat man smiled naively and said, "Don't worry about the chemotherapy. I have a way to cure your disease."

"That house is the one your parents bought for you as your wedding house." Chen Ning'an pushed the check back: "Take the money and buy the house back."

Wang Youcai's family is not wealthy and runs a small catering business. He is probably still paying off his loan.

If his uncle and aunt knew that this kid sold the house, Wangcai would probably have to lie in bed for half a year if he didn't die.

"It's already sold." The fat boy refused to accept it: "You are my only friend, you must recover."

Chen Ningan refused, and he said righteously: "I have another way!"

He pushed Wang Youcai out the door roughly, not because he was strong, but because of the knife he had placed on his neck.

"You have a damn idea!"

Wangcai shouted outside the door: "I have contacted the ambulance, and they will take you over to draw blood and spank you in a moment!"

Chen Ning'an's expression remained unchanged, but he felt warm in his heart. The method he proposed was not groundless.

He took out his worn-out cell phone and opened a simple web page.

The name of the webpage is very interesting, it is called: [Lantern Man].

He had never heard of this word before until some time ago, when he was diagnosed with cancer, someone told him that if he was desperate, he might as well give it a try.

He felt that it should be some special experiment of the new Qin royal family.

As long as there is hope of survival, he is willing to give it a try.

"Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."

Thinking about this in his mind, he registered his ID number, name, and mobile phone number.

However, when he clicked OK, a message popped up on the web page: Registration successful.

There is nothing left, no matter how you click it, it will be useless.

"Stuck?"

He shook his phone, and the screen went black.

"hiss……"

Sigh, it shouldn't have gone bad earlier or later, but it ended up going bad at this moment. Doesn't it seem like God wants him to die?

"I do not believe!"

Chen Ningan clenched his fists: "In my previous life, I heard that Chinese medicine can cure tumors and even turn danger into safety. I will use the hexagrams to find the direction, and I should be able to find a miracle doctor."

But just as he finished speaking, the memories of this life emerged. In history, the ancient Qin Dynasty burned books and buried scholars alive. The greatest emperor in history died from mercury poisoning from elixirs. The alchemists were killed by the furious second emperor, and Taoism and Confucianism all perished.

There was no superstition in the feudal dynasty. Even if there were ghosts, they were only from TV, movies, and novels. The only way to solve the problem was to deal with the people who were possessed by the ghosts.

It is a niche subject and does not contain any talismans or earthworks.

There is nothing mysterious about Chinese medicine. It just uses herbal medicine to treat diseases. There is no such thing as fortune-telling. Therefore, there is no great master in Chinese medicine.

"Is God going to kill me?" Chen Ning'an asked himself again, staring at the room blankly.

The rental house is dirty and messy, less than ten square meters, and you have to go to the end of the corridor to use the toilet.

However, his pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw three things appearing on the broken bed that was originally covered with blood.

A lantern, a letter, and a thumb-sized box.

He was sure that no one had appeared in the room from just now until now, and there were no such things on the bed, not to mention the bed, in the entire room.

What's going on...ghost?

According to his memory, there were no ghosts on Earth, not to mention now, even in the previous life, no matter where he went, he only saw evil spirits but no shapes.

But what appeared before his eyes actually made him feel afraid.

It's not just that I'm afraid of ghosts, but I'm also afraid that he may develop schizophrenia due to his serious illness.

(End of this chapter)