After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus.

"I approve of your actions; those who do many evil deeds will surely perish," Zhang Chen said.

"Gurgle gurgle!"

"Immortal, you are a good immortal! There aren't many immortals who still reason with people these days!"

"However, please don't make things difficult for that girl in the company," Zhang Chen said, bowing.

"If she doesn't make things difficult for us in handling family matters, we won't make things difficult for her."

The lead crow said, "This is a matter for us monsters, but humans like to use so-called laws to discipline us."

"Goo-ga! And besides! We're not just going to hurt people; these cursed guys will be tricked into doing good deeds! If they do well, we'll spare their lives!"

"Do good deeds? For example?" Zhang Chen asked.

"You've come at the perfect time, sage! We're about to go and trick him; he's a very rich scoundrel! Come and see if we've done it right!"

The lead crow cawed strangely, calling to the other crows, who all landed on Zhang Chen's shoulder, grabbed his arm, and propelled him into the air.

Feeling the ground getting further and further away from him, Zhang Chen panicked a little.

My first flight in life.

The crow carried him to the top floor of the hospital and landed on the air conditioner unit outside the VIP ward, from where they could see directly into the ward.

It was the ward where the CEO of the Hong Group was staying, and the father and son who met on Baidu Tieba were still having a friendly chat.

"Dad, Lin Yinmeng's music video is about to be filmed. If she makes a comeback with her new song, where will I put my face? I already told my friends that I wanted Lin Yinmeng to be my date at the next entertainment salon. And you, instead of doing anything, just let me lose face!"

"Damn it!" Boss Hong coughed violently a few times, glaring at his son, his emotions a mix of feelings.

Father and son stared at each other for a long time. Finally, General Hong realized something and let out a helpless sigh.

"Go get me a glass of water. You're my only son; do you think I'd skimp on your money?"

"Alright!" Hong Jin grinned obsequiously. "Dad, I'll definitely burn extra money for you when you die! I'll burn you Moutai too!"

"roll!"

"Okay, okay, I'll get out of here! Want some baijiu? If I really brought Moutai, will you die from just one sip?"

"I told you to fill it with water!"

The door closed, and Boss Hong's already pale face turned red with anger. He stared at the ceiling, coughing incessantly, and quickly picked up the oxygen tube and took a few deep breaths.

"Gurgle!"

Just then, a crow cawed outside the window. General Hong looked in the direction of the sound and was suddenly captivated by the crow. He froze, as if he were about to die.

Suddenly, the crow transformed into a wisp of black smoke and entered the ward, circling above him. Its dark pupils reflected his aged face, and seemed to reflect his twisted life.

After several breaths, the light in General Hong's eyes gradually faded, as if some indescribable image had been implanted into his mind...

"Caw!" the crow sneered mockingly.

The man, who had remained calm and collected in the business world for decades, finally revealed a look of fear at this moment.

"What...what should I do to spare my life?"

"Donate? Fine, I'll donate... to nursing homes, orphanages... to build a cemetery for my mother, anything is fine, just spare my life!"

"What...donate it all? This, this won't do, my money isn't just mine..."

"Caw caw!" the crow shrieked threateningly.

"Please, please! Don't be angry, I'll donate it all, I'll donate it all! Right now, right now, can you give me two days? Two days! Just two days!"

"Gurgle!"

"Just one day! Just one day is enough! How long will I live after I donate? Can I live a little longer?"

The crow chuckled a few more times, offered no answer, and transformed back into black smoke, flying out the window and landing on Zhang Chen's shoulder.

Soon after, the sound of a man frantically dialing a phone could be heard in the ward.

"You really spared his life?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Caw! How is that possible?" several crows laughed. "After being tormented by the curse, his lifespan will be greatly shortened; he'll only be barely clinging to life!"

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! They're clearly rich, yet they're more afraid of death than the poor! We demons, on the other hand, are the highest-ranking and the least afraid of death!"

The lead crow stretched out its claw and pointed to the ward downstairs. "That woman downstairs could have been cured five years ago, but she kept delaying treatment because she didn't have enough money. Her minor illness turned into a major one, and her health was ruined. Her daughter almost died from exhaustion in the hospital."

"And this businessman, who earns the most unscrupulous money, enjoys the best resources!"

"Filial people don't get good rewards, and unfilial people don't get bad rewards! There's no justice in this world!"

Indeed, Zhang Chen could not deny it.

"Why do you humans distinguish between the rich and the poor when dealing with your own kind?" the crow asked.

"Isn't that how monsters are?" Zhang Chen asked.

"In the past, we also killed each other."

A crow said, "But most of the monsters in this world have been educated by the Pure Yang Daoist. They can recite the Three Character Classic! They can even recite the Analects!"

"Gurgle! Yes, the Pure Yang Daoist has written many books for demons! The more books you read, the higher your cultivation level! Everyone reads his books to cultivate, and no longer goes to eat people!"

Zhang Chen was stunned. Had he actually made a contribution to the education sector?

No wonder the little mice in the house look at him with such resentment... Could it be that he designed a new era of monster cultivation system?

Go back and buy a few more sets of test papers for them to practice. You can save money on anything, but you can't skimp on education.

As Zhang Chen pondered, the crows began to caw again:

"The Pure Yang Taoist said that human society has undergone two evolutions. The first was the separation from apes, achieved through natural selection. Then, humans put apes in zoos!"

"The second evolution is about separating from the poor, relying on the gap between the rich and the poor. Does that mean the rich will lock the poor up in a zoo in the future?"

"Did he really say that?" Zhang Chen was unaware of his own erudition.

"We don't understand," said a lame crow. "It was Lord Lark who told us."

"Lin Yinmeng?"

Upon hearing this, the crows immediately scattered in chaos, bobbing up and down and cawing wildly. One of the more timid crows even soiled itself with droppings.

"Immortal! How did you know Lord Lark's true identity! Who are you?!"

"Caw caw caw! I smell it! He has Lord Lark's sexual mark on him!"

"?"

"It really is! Immortal! You're doomed! You've been marked as a mate by Lord Lark!"

"Together! Together! Together!"

"..." Zhang Chen listened to the crows cawing and was somewhat speechless.

When was it marked? How come he didn't know...?

"That's wonderful! So Lord Lark has finally emerged from the shadow of Daoist Chunyang! But why did you choose a human as your mate? Immortal! Tell us why!"

"I don't know, maybe it's because I'm handsome."

"No matter how handsome you are, you can't be as handsome as the Pure Yang Daoist! It's a pity the Pure Yang Daoist has been dead for over three hundred years... You're just his substitute, you cuckolded immortal!"

The crows gathered around and laughed mockingly.

"..."

Is this considered being bullied?

"Never mind, you can take me downstairs, I'm fine."

Zhang Chen was too lazy to chat with these crows; they were all chatterboxes and their words were unpleasant.

Originally, he had wanted to ask these crows to persuade the boss to stop coercing Lin Yinmeng.

If Lin Yinmeng's new song and music video can be released normally, perhaps one of her long-cherished wishes can be fulfilled.

As it turned out, the crows were quite clever. Now the boss was all alone and couldn't do anything to Lin Yinmeng.

It's a roundabout way of achieving our goal.

I just don't know if there will be any other troubles later.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

As the crows laughed and were about to grab his shoulders to help him down, a curse suddenly erupted from the next ward:

"Donated it all? Dad? Are you fucking crazy? You're not leaving me any money when you die?"

"I will also take back the money in your hands. Either I will freeze your bank card, or you can transfer it yourself. If you transfer it yourself, I will leave you several hundred thousand, enough for you to live on."

"I won't forward it! Hong Shirong, you're a fucking lunatic! You've done dirty things your whole life, and now you're dying and suddenly you want to do good? Then give me the money, that would be doing a good deed too!"

"...There's no room for discussion on this!" Hong Shirong roared, the syringe connecting his mouth and nose trembling.

"Discuss? Ha... You really don't consider me at all? What have I ever asked of you since I was a child? Now that I'm about to take over the company, you're cutting off my escape route?"

"I've already arranged for someone to handle my personal shares and cash flow," Hong Shirong said helplessly. "The die is cast, now it's just a matter of what you have left."

"Okay..." Hong Jin gave a forced smile, then suddenly began to examine the furnishings of the ward...

Zhang Chen and the crows watched this scene from outside, as if he had foreseen what was about to happen—

There are no security cameras in the VIP ward.

The next moment, the medical equipment connected to the businessman's body suddenly sounded an alarm. The businessman's chest heaved, his eyes widened, and he stared in disbelief at his son's actions...

Hong Jin seemed to have planned all of this in advance, and was obviously very familiar with the equipment used to maintain vital signs in the ward.

The electrocardiogram tends to be a straight line.

"Doctor! Doctor!" Hong Jin cried out in feigned panic, "My dad's heart hasn't stopped beating! Someone come quick! Where's the doctor? Where are the nurses?! If my dad dies, none of you will escape responsibility!"

The ward was in complete chaos.

Outside the ward, the crows remained silent, landing on the ground alongside Zhang Chen.

"Immortal, we're wrong. Bad people don't go unpunished either," the lead crow muttered. "The wicked will be punished by the wicked."

"Their whole family has your bloodline, right?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Goo-ga, yes, we must curse his son. They're all snakes and rats, equally wicked."

The crows looked at each other. "Caw, but patricide is even worse. We'll make him wish he were dead, with no room for repentance."

"Hmm." Zhang Chen knew that the crows wanted to ask him if he would side with humans.

"Why are you all staring at me?" He gave a wry smile. "This is a crime in human society, you know."

"Coo-caw! What a wonderful immortal! We'll speak well of you to Lord Lark! We'll try our best to let you live a little longer!"

"What do you mean?"

"Immortal! Don't you know? The result of a female great demon mating with a human male is that the human will be completely drained," a crow said.

"Moreover, Lord Lark is a great demon among great demons, Immortal, please take care!"

The crows cawed and flew into the sky, ready to begin their new mission.

Zhang Chen waved them off, feeling a little apprehensive, his lower back aching slightly.

After all, he has seven of these female great demons in total.

As he walked to the hospital entrance, supporting his back, he hesitated whether to go back to the dog demon to have his kidney checked, just as the demon came running towards him, drawn by his scent.

"Sir! In that ward..."

Zhang Chen reassured him and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder.

"Well, try to suppress this matter with Shen Nianxi. Don't worry about anything else. Sometimes, the methods of monsters are fairer than those of humans."

If we send someone to investigate, who knows what kind of nonsense they'll find? It's better to hand it over to the crows for judgment.

"Also, could you please go and check on the mother and daughter in the other ward?"

"Yes," the dog demon replied, bowing his head.

"Oh, by the way, could you check if there's anything wrong with my kidneys?"

"Kidney... Sir, you are very healthy. In terms of fertility, no creature in this world is more powerful than you, but..."

"Just?" Zhang Chen was startled. "Just what?"

"However, your body is covered in mate marks left by the mother demon... I can smell at least four of them. I suggest you try to keep yourself clean..."

"...I understand, you can go ahead and get busy." Zhang Chen coughed, feeling a little embarrassed, and turned to run away to see Lin Yinmeng to find out what was going on.

"My lord," the dog demon called out to him again.

"Is there anything else?"

"I'm amazed. You're becoming more and more like the person recorded in history. I wish you a speedy recovery."

Zhang Chen raised an eyebrow. To be honest, the more he came into contact with the world of monsters, the more curious he became about his past self.

What kind of person is he? What amazing things has he done?

I also wish you a long and healthy life.

"My lord, I am four hundred years old."

"Uh... then may you live a long and healthy life, and see you again."

The dog demon raised its head and looked at Zhang Chen as if in pilgrimage. Only after seeing him disappear into the crowd did the dog demon return to the hospital and go up to the ward.

Upon entering, I saw a little girl with red, swollen eyes lying in her mother's arms, sobbing. Both mother and daughter were thin, but together they looked quite full.

Upon seeing him arrive, the little girl immediately stood up to thank him:

"Doctor, thank you... My mom said it was because of you that she participated in the clinical trial of the effective drug, and that's why she's getting better... Thank you so much, I'll pay the outstanding medical bills right away..."

"No need." The dog demon waved his hand. "Did your mother tell you? This medicine can't prolong life; it can only help you get through your final days safely."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangyi's face visibly fell, but she quickly forced a smile and said:

"I know this is the best outcome... but thank you anyway."

"The person you should thank is not me; if you want to express your gratitude, ask your mother."

The dog demon said as he came over to take the woman's pulse, "Alright, she's stable now. Go for a walk tonight to help her adjust, and eat something light."

"Alright, alright! I really don't know what to do..." The woman took her daughter's hand. "Xiaoyi, let's go back quickly and buy some incense. You know how to write calligraphy, right? Write the name of a deity and hang it at home. We need to worship them!"

"Mom...our time is precious, why do we need to worship gods?" Zhao Fangyi was stunned.

"I am able to see you like this now, all thanks to the gods!" the woman said.

"What kind of deity..."

"His name is... his name is Zhang Chen, but it's strange, Mom just checked his phone and couldn't find this deity's religious name!"

"What's your name?"

"Zhang Chen!"

Zhao Fangyi froze, as if struck by lightning. She abruptly turned to look at the doctor...

The dog demon looked at her and said, "Your mother is seriously ill and may be experiencing hallucinations, but these hallucinations are all based on reality."

"You don't need to worry about it. For that person, it's just a piece of cake."

After the dog demon finished speaking, he left the ward, leaving the mother and daughter alone to enjoy their time together.

The mother and daughter then spent a long time exchanging pleasantries.

Zhao Fangyi looked somewhat uneasy; she gripped her mother's hand tightly, her gaze darting away.

"Mom...I think I did something wrong...a really bad thing."

"If you do something wrong, think about how to make amends."

"Mom, are there really people in this world who repay evil with kindness?"

"Then they are no ordinary people." The woman hugged her daughter and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Those kinds of people are gods."

The girl lowered her eyes, her heart filled with a surging determination.

Outside the window, even the crows were cawing softly, an unusual occurrence.

"Coo coo coo!"

For the first time, Zhao Fangyi thought that the cawing of crows could sound so beautiful.

...

When Zhang Chen returned to school, it was almost evening. There was a social event for the freshmen on the playground. Today, it was said that second- and third-year students were also participating, making it unusually lively.

He didn't go to participate; instead, he followed the birdsong in the sky and slipped into the closed-off film set.

Central Lake, lakeside.

The mature woman sat on the shore with her knees bent, tilting her head slightly. Her black hair cascaded down her back, and she held a glass comb in her hand, using the lake as a mirror to comb her hair. Her reflection in the lake was already breathtaking.

"Tick-tock".

The mature woman's toes were halfway submerged in the lake, ripples spreading outwards from the soles of her feet, and koi fish swam around the ripples beneath the surface...

But Zhang Chen's obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in when he saw this.

Why not take off the stockings?

When washing your delicate feet in water, how can you not take off your stockings!

Everything's soaked!

"Zhang Chen, the crows told me about you. It seems they are quite satisfied with you..." the mature woman suddenly said.

"Actually, I had already made arrangements for these things. Crow would have taken care of those people. I didn't expect you to go to the hospital to speak up for me... Hmm... Do you care about me that much?"

"Xiaoyi is still immature. She has suffered a lot and is stubborn. I was afraid that she would always live for others, so I wanted to use this to make her understand the pain of loss... but I didn't expect you to push things along and do what was right for her."

"Thank you, you're still the same as before..."

Why aren't you saying anything? I'm the one doing all the talking; it's a bit lonely...

The mature woman glanced shyly at Zhang Chen, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Am I really that good-looking? Why are you staring at me like that..."

She smiled faintly, biting her lower lip lightly, about to turn around and give a captivating smile...

"Can I take off my socks?" Zhang Chen interrupted his spellcasting.

"Huh? This, that..." Lin Yinmeng was stunned, caught off guard by Zhang Chen's words.

She went out of her way to create a romantic atmosphere, even wearing someone's favorite stockings, so why did she get such a jarring response!

"Stockings shouldn't get wet," Zhang Chen advised. "Unless you have a thick black skin tone, for someone like you with a thin black skin tone, the flesh color is greater than the black, and the beauty lies in the way your skin and the subtle reflective black of the stockings intertwine."

"But once you get them wet, the stockings aren't very breathable, and a clump of water will pool around your toes, easily wrinkling your pretty toes. Plus, the sheen from the water will ruin the original look of the flesh and black color combination."

"Huh? Is that so... Then, what should I do?"

Lin Yinmeng shrank her neck, her fingers nervously touching her lips, her eyes full of suggestive hints, looking at her like a spoiled little wife who was completely obedient.

"Take it off immediately."

"Take it off... okay..."

"No, no, that's not how you take your clothes off. It's too rough. Since you've been soaking in water, you can't just take them off like that. You have to keep that glistening, watery look," Zhang Chen said seriously.

"So..." Lin Yinmeng pouted, looking at him with a wronged expression.

"Put them back on, take them off again, slowly slip your hands inside, and curl your toes up so I can feel the tingling sensation from the water rubbing against the stockings."

"Oh... Zhang Chen, you're acting a bit like a mentor on The Voice of China... teaching the contestants how to sing."

Lin Yinmeng tried to ease the tension by giving him a soft smile, her beautiful eyes narrowing into crescent moons.

"Don't interrupt, be serious." Zhang Chen ignored her coquettish pleading.

"Oh...I'm sorry."

"You're welcome."

But then, Lin Yinmeng tried several times, but she still couldn't meet Zhang Chen's requirements.

Finally, Zhang Chen, with an expression that said "this child is beyond redemption," personally took off Lin Yinmeng's stockings.

"Plop, splat."

"Ah~" Lin Yinmeng exclaimed, her long legs trembling, because... Zhang Chen put it back on for her.

"Did you understand? Let's do it again."

Lin Yinmeng: "..."