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

Gossiping isn't just a woman's hobby; men enjoy it too. On his way back to the dormitory with his books in his arms, Yang Guangtai vividly described what had happened the day before.

Zhang Mingyu is a well-known rich and handsome guy at the university. He's rich, has good grades, and is very popular with girls. Compared to Zhang Mingyu, whose family runs several companies, Li Xianyu's house is nothing to brag about.

Zhang Mingyu changes girlfriends frequently, which gives him a bad reputation, but that doesn't stop him from being charming and popular. Especially those girls who say things like, "So what if he's rich? He changes girlfriends all the time. I don't even want such a womanizer."

In fact, if Zhang Mingyu had taken the initiative to pursue them, they would most likely have been unable to escape his clutches.

Ah, women!

But this promising rich kid died just like that.

Yesterday morning at seven o'clock, Zhang Mingyu's body was found in the back flower bed of the library. She was completely naked, there was no blood at the scene, and she died peacefully, as if she were asleep.

The first person to discover the body was the librarian, because the school library opens at seven in the morning.

When the administrator found him, he was already cold and stiff.

Police arrived quickly, and after surveying the scene, the body was removed. The police cordon was not removed until last night.

The school issued a notice that evening, stating that Zhang Mingyu had unfortunately died suddenly in the flower bed, without specifying the exact cause. However, the students all knew that a rich second-generation with an immoral private life would die suddenly in the flower bed in the early morning. What other reason could there be?

"This shows that not only... excessive indulgence can also lead to sudden death, and single people have won back some ground," Yang Guangtai remarked.

"..." Li Xianyu.

Damn it, the single dog has won a round.

"Have you found out who the female lead is?"

"No, the police questioned Zhang Mingyu's girlfriend, but it wasn't her. Her roommates can vouch for her." Yang Guangtai's tone was tinged with envy: "This is hard to investigate. I heard that many girls in school have relationships with him that go beyond friendship."

"Didn't the parents come to the school to cause trouble?"

"What's going on? The forensic report says it was sudden death," Yang Guangtai said.

"How could someone who was perfectly healthy just suddenly leave us?" Li Xianyu sighed. On his way back to the dormitory, he happened to pass by the library. Suddenly, Li Xianyu had a bold idea. His great-grandmother had said that a person's spirit would remain for seven days after death. He had just opened his spiritual eyes. He wondered if he could see Zhang Mingyu's soul.

He hadn't seen any spirits these past few days, partly because there were no dead people nearby, and partly because vengeful spirits weren't running around everywhere.

It opened a spiritual eye, but it was as if it hadn't been opened at all.

This is what ordinary people do when they gain legendary superpowers; even if there is potential danger, they can't help but want to try it.

So he pulled Yang Guangtai straight to the flower bed behind the library. It was not much different from usual. The sunlight made the vegetation look lush and shiny. Li Xianyu stared wide-eyed and carefully searched every corner of the flower bed, but he did not see any eerie figures.

My eyes might need a reboot!

He blinked hard.

"Why the hell are you blinking like that?" Yang Guangtai wasn't interested in joining in the fun anymore. "Go back and put your books down. Let's go back to the dorm and play games."

Li Xianyu ignored him. After thinking for a moment, she remembered that her great-grandmother had said, "Don't talk about ghosts and spirits. If you keep thinking about them, they will surely come back to haunt you."

"Zhang Mingyu, Zhang Mingyu, Zhang Mingyu..." he muttered to himself, intently scanning the entire flower bed, hoping to catch a glimpse of Zhang Mingyu's spirit.

Still nothing...

That's impossible. The person just died, where could their soul go?

Have you gone home yet?

Yang Guangtai was completely confused, but he was eager to go back to playing games and urged him several times.

Helpless, Li Xianyu had no choice but to leave. Since he hadn't shown up for their appointment past midnight, he had to go back to playing video games.

The male dormitories at the University of Finance and Economics are quite nice, with private bathrooms, air conditioning, and paid washing machines at the end of each floor's corridor.

Unwilling to give up, Li Xianyu hid in the toilet to call his great-grandmother.

"What's up?" The call was quickly answered, and Grandma's pleasant voice came from the other end, along with the clatter of keyboards and mouse clicks.

"Grandma, someone at my school has died," Li Xianyu said in a low voice.

"Oh, and then?"

"But I can't see spirits. Is the spiritual eye you opened for me a one-time use?"

"Of course not, how could there be something as inferior as a disposable spiritual eye?" The great-grandmother thought for a moment, "Did the person just die?"

"Died yesterday."

"How did he die?"

"To die beneath the peony blossoms is to be a romantic death."

"Oh, even if someone like that dies, they won't be too ferocious. They'll probably just linger in the girls' dormitories at school. If not, then so be it. Don't get involved in places where people die. Spirits are extremely yin and evil. You have no way to deal with them except for your spiritual eyes. If you encounter a fierce ghost or evil spirit, you won't even know how you died." After Grandma finished her warning, she added, "After class, bring me a bottle of yogurt."

"Okay, great-grandmother."

"What a filial grandson!" Grandma laughed. "Then we'll have steak for dinner tonight."

"No problem, Grandma."

"I'm hanging up, don't bother me while I'm playing the game."

Well, I didn't get the information I wanted, and I got ripped off with ten bottles of yogurt.

The dorm room is still the same as always: messy, but not dirty. Things are arranged haphazardly—textbooks, clothes, teacups, and laptops are scattered everywhere—an environment that could drive someone with OCD crazy. Of the four people, one is playing basketball, another is out on a date with his girlfriend, and the remaining one is a single guy and a single nobleman playing video games together.

The aftereffects of the lack of "energy" have not yet dissipated. His mind is particularly dull, his consciousness is always a step behind others, and he can't keep up with his actions. After sitting for half an hour, Li Xianyu felt a slight pain in his two kidneys.

After taking one capsule with a name that was "too awesome to type out," Li Xianyu said, "I'm done playing, I need to go to the bathroom."

The dormitory toilets are not combined bathrooms and showers; they are just toilets. If you want to take a shower, you have to go to the public shower room in the middle of the corridor.

Sitting on the toilet, Li Xianyu thought about how he had just opened his spiritual eye but hadn't seen Zhang Mingyu, and felt quite disappointed. The excitement and eagerness to try out his special ability for the first time even overshadowed his fear of ghosts.

I really want to see ghosts again.

"Is it just my imagination? Why do I suddenly feel so cold?" Li Xianyu, sitting on the toilet, suddenly felt a shiver run through her body for no reason, and goosebumps rose on her arms.

The temperature inside the toilet seemed to drop by more than ten degrees without warning. At the same time, his eyes burned, as if flames were burning within them.

At that moment, a gurgling sound came from his crotch. Looking down in confusion, Li Xianyu was suddenly... as if a sword had cleaved into the top of his head, and his scalp tingled.

A pale face emerged from the toilet bowl, its eyes vacant, meeting the gaze of Li Xianyu, who was looking down.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to stand still.

Li Xianyu: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Li Xianyu screamed and jumped three feet high, retreating to the toilet door like a panicked rabbit. His eyes were fixed on the toilet seat, and his hands trembled as he tried to pull up his pants. He was in a hurry, but his arms were shaking so violently that he couldn't get up for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Yang Guangtai knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

Li Xianyu leaned against the wall, huddled behind the door, staring at the toilet, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Yang Guangtai followed his gaze but saw nothing. He asked in confusion, "What's your name? You scared me half to death."

He couldn't see a head slowly emerging from the toilet bowl, revealing half of a lifeless, grim face, staring straight at him and Li Xianyu.

Then, he climbed out.

Zhang Mingyu!

Li Xianyu shivered slightly and pushed Yang Guangtai away: "You go out first, I need to use the restroom..."

What you keep in mind will eventually come back to you. Zhang Mingyu came looking for him, so it's not good to involve Yang Guangtai.

My great-grandmother said that if a person doesn't die unjustly, their resentment won't be strong enough to turn into a vengeful spirit. And if they're not a vengeful spirit, they won't be very aggressive.

If the opponent is aggressive, Li Xianyu won't panic; he'll unleash a twelve-part barrage of "Socialist Core Values." If that doesn't work, he'll run home and call his ancestors for help.

He pushed the person out, closed the door, swallowed hard, and tried to greet him: "Hey, school heartthrob, bro."

His legs were trembling slightly, and he felt both scared and excited, just like when watching a horror movie, only amplified tenfold.

Zhang Mingyu, with a deadpan face and empty eyes, slowly floated to Li Xianyu's side.

"Run, run faster..."