It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

"Grandma, I suddenly couldn't see the old lady anymore." Li Xianyu sat on the curb, clutching his lower back; he needed to catch his breath.

"I have temporarily sealed your spiritual eyes. Remember, if you see a vengeful spirit in the future, you must not look it in the eye." The great-grandmother said, "Just now, I used the Li family's secret technique, the Spiritual Eye Technique. I borrowed your energy to open your eyes."

Li Xianyu nodded as if he understood but not quite.

The night breeze was cool and refreshing. The great-grandson sat on the ground, clutching his back, looking distressed. His great-grandmother stood gracefully, her black hair fluttering in the wind. She looked around curiously, the city lights illuminating her bright, beautiful eyes, which, with the innocence of a newborn baby, were filled with curiosity about the new world. Besides the unimaginably tall skyscrapers and dazzling lights, she mostly looked at cars and electric scooters.

The last time she came into contact with this world was when she was with Li Wuxiang. Cars were a rarity back then, and her former great-grandson considered himself quite bourgeois just because he rode a Phoenix brand bicycle every day.

Times change, but people change too; it seems the current great-grandson doesn't even own a bicycle.

Bah! My Li family is getting worse and worse.

He sat by the roadside for about ten minutes, and felt the cramping in his lower back lessen considerably. He stood up, supporting his back, and said, "Great-Grandma."

Li Xianyu's voice interrupted her reverie. She turned her head, looked at her new great-grandson, and said in a crisp voice, "What is it?"

What kind of person is my dad?

"That's just the kind of person he is."

"What would that be like?"

"He was quite good. He was the most outstanding of my great-grandsons, but he was unlucky and died young." The great-grandmother pinched her fair chin. "If he were still alive, I might have broken free of all my shackles by now."

Maybe they've already broken free of their shackles...

Li Xianyu recalled what his deceased father had said in the will and blurted out, "My dad sounds pretty impressive."

Great-grandmother: "Your father is a rare genius. Give him another twenty years, and perhaps I can use his strength to break free from all shackles."

Breaking free from the shackles and draining my life essence and physical strength shouldn't have anything to do with each other, right?

Li Xianyu shrank back, worried about his future. "What shackles?"

Grandma didn't answer her. She looked at the distant, dimly lit lights and smiled.

Her smile was so beautiful, it held so many stories. For the first time, Li Xianyu saw the vicissitudes of time in her eyes.

She is definitely not the kind of girl who throws tantrums on the sofa during the day, demanding snacks.

When they passed a convenience store, Grandma started asking for snacks. Worried that she might open any snacks inside, Li Xianyu told her to wait outside while she went in to buy them.

When I came out, I saw my great-grandmother chatting happily with an old man with gray hair outside the convenience store.

The old man was wearing a security uniform, and when he smiled, his face resembled a wrinkled old chrysanthemum.

Li Xianyu recognized him; he was the security guard at the community gate: Uncle Qin.

He's a very flamboyant old man who has several girlfriends in the neighborhood.

At this moment, Grandpa Qin bowed like a lackey, his face full of fawning smiles.

Holy crap, this old guy's got his eye on my great-grandmother.

"Hey, Uncle Qin, this is my girlfriend." Li Xianyu strode out of the convenience store and pulled his tall and beautiful great-grandmother behind him.

"When did you get a girlfriend?" Old Qin and Li Xianyu were old acquaintances. He clicked his tongue and said, "She's still so beautiful."

Li Xianyu rolled her eyes: "Mind your own business."

Grandpa Qin: "Young man, don't be so wary. I'm not going to steal your girlfriend away."

Li Xianyu thought to himself, "Come on, your story has been passed down to thousands of families."

Too lazy to say more, Li Xianyu carried snacks in his left hand and held his great-grandmother's hand in his right hand as they entered the building.

Grandpa Qin watched the two figures as they walked away, his smile unchanged, but his eyes were dark.

In the elevator, he warned, "Grandma, stay away from that old slut from now on."

Great-grandmother blinked her bright eyes: "Why?"

Li Xianyu: "That guy has several lovers in the neighborhood, and he's very flirtatious. He must have gotten the idea that you're pretty."

"It doesn't look like it."

You don't understand the wickedness of human nature.

"Pah! My great-grandmother lived for over a hundred years; did she need you to teach her manners?"

"By the way, Great-Grandma, what's your name? I can't keep calling you Great-Grandma, can I? It's okay in private, but I can't bring myself to call you that in front of strangers."

She chopped Li Xianyu on the head with a chop: "Respect the elders, understand?"

Back home, Li Xianyu changed the sheets and blankets in the master bedroom. From today onwards, this room no longer belonged to him, but to his great-grandmother. He moved to the smaller guest bedroom, which was originally intended for his great-grandmother. However, after browsing through the two rooms, she chose the master bedroom, which had better lighting and was larger. In her words, "No, I can't stand that cramped space."

Today is Saturday. Usually at this time, Li Xianyu would turn on his computer and play PUBG until late at night.

In the living room, Li Xianyu, controlling his character, cowered in a corner like a turtle, dominating the battlefield – a privilege reserved for those with cheat-like abilities. Behind him sat his great-grandmother on the sofa, her eyes glued to the television, her slender back straight, her eyes reflecting the screen's glow, her expression amused and delighted. She had discovered another advantage of this era. Twenty years ago, when she watched television, it was a small, black-and-white set, occasionally punctuated by static. Now, the television was several times larger and in color.

Grandma flipped through the channels, chattering on and on: "I haven't watched the news for twenty years, I miss it so much."

At this moment, she was wearing Li Xianyu's pajamas.

Li Xianyu clicked the mouse rapidly and interjected, "I haven't watched the news broadcast in twenty years either."

She ignored her and continued changing channels, then said, "Hey, why do all the women of your generation look the same?"

Li Xianyu was shot in the head from a distance. Damn it, I dodged so well... She glanced at the LCD TV while watching a period drama, "Empresses in the Palace," which was very popular a few years ago and was produced by Tianfang Entertainment.

The beauties in the film all have oval faces, big eyes, and straight eyebrows; foreigners would be so face-blind that they could only distinguish between male and female.

"Yeah, it's mass-produced, you get used to it. This era has its advantages and disadvantages. For example, it's wealthy, resources are plentiful, and there's no need to worry about famine. Transportation is also developed, making travel convenient, and there are more entertainment programs, so life is no longer boring. Love is free; it's no longer an era of arranged marriages." Li Xianyu shrugged.

"So, how many girlfriends have you dated?" Grandma sat cross-legged on the sofa, smiling, a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes.

"Much better," Li Xianyu said.

"Your father was much more devoted than you. Besides your mother, he only ever dated one Taoist nun." Great-Grandma rolled her eyes cutely and muttered, "How can this generation's successor be so dissolute?"

Li Xianyu kept his eyes down and his mind focused. It was only natural for his ancestors to teach their descendants, so he couldn't argue back.

He continued playing the game, and as he played, he smelled a faint, familiar fragrance—it was the scent of his usual shampoo.

He turned around and saw his great-grandmother standing silently behind him, watching him play games.

"This thing is called a computer. You've probably seen it before, but it developed rapidly twenty years ago and is now completely different. There's a saying: 'Fire ushered in the era of human civilization, and computers ushered in the era of human soaring.' However, for most people, it's just a tool for watching movies and playing games. The game I'm playing really tests intelligence and dexterity; most people can't play it well."

"Shall I give it a try?"

"You?" Li Xianyu's eyes widened as he saw his great-grandmother's intrigued expression. "Alright, let me tell you first, this game isn't for just anyone. Don't smash the computer."

He stood up and gave up his seat. His great-grandmother sat down, her little back straight, staring intently at the computer, her little expression particularly adorable.

This great-grandmother was actually only eighteen years old; she just died young...

What exactly is a battle spirit? She looks no different from an ordinary person, yet she insists that she is already dead.

An airplane flies across the sky, and the characters parachute out.

Li Xianyu guided her from the side, teaching her how to pick up items and how to use various "keys".

A short while later, "Huh, there's something dirty on the screen..."

Li Xianyu glanced at him and said, "Oh, you've been poisoned! Run! Put your gun away, press 'shift' to speed up, and find a car..."

Grandma failed to escape; she was poisoned to death.

"Huh? This is what death is?" She tossed the mouse aside, puffing out her cheeks. "It's not fun at all."

At the start of the second game, Li Xianyu patiently taught him from the sidelines.

"Don't go after everyone you see. If you're too stubborn, you won't survive to the end. You need to find a place to hide."

"Just play the game, don't sway your body from side to side."

"Holy crap, Grandma, your aim is amazing!"

Li Xianyu was astonished by his great-grandmother's performance. She was undoubtedly a novice, but her reaction speed and marksmanship were extremely accurate. She was killing everyone with a rifle.

"This game is so much fun, I love this era." Grandma smiled.