Chapter 601 — Watching My Own Cremation
Blade of Dawn · Page 2 of 5
It was what his maternal grandfather had left him when he passed away. He had worn it since childhood, and when his mother dressed him in the burial clothes, she had deliberately left it on.
The pendant's radiance grew ever brighter, then burst apart with a bang. A wisp of emerald-green light shot out from the pendant and attached itself to Lin Yu's soul.
Then an aged voice sounded in his mind: "I am the sage of your ancestors. From this day forth, you are my heir. Receive my arts of medicine and mystic arts; heal the world and save the people, deliver others and deliver yourself."
Then the voice faded, and a vast flood of information abruptly filled Lin Yu's mind—esoteric medical arts, cultivation formulas, and some of his ancestor's travel experiences all poured into his head at once.
Taking in the information in his mind, Lin Yu felt exhilarated, as though a door to a new world had opened.
But the excitement vanished in a flash. What use was an inherited secret art when he was already a dead man about to descend into hell?
As that thought crossed his mind, a memory concerning the art of soul-returning suddenly surfaced in Lin Yu's head.
The memory showed that through the soul-returning art, a person whose soul had not yet dispersed after death could possess another body and be reborn.
But Lin Yu's own flesh had already been reduced to ashes in the fire. Fortunately, there was also a record of a soul-returning method for a destroyed body: "When the flesh is annihilated, become a ghost, seek a living body, and then possess it."
Lin Yu drew a sharp breath. It meant that since his flesh was destroyed, the only way to revive was to use the soul-returning art to become a ghost and find someone else's body to possess.
Everyone knew that in human consciousness, ghosts were the very embodiment of evil. And besides, if he took over another's body, wouldn't that amount to depriving someone of their life in disguise?
As he hesitated, Lin Yu's soul had already grown fainter and fainter, until only a phantom remained, and the voice at his ear grew ever clearer.
Lin Yu gritted his teeth. Looking at the bodies being pushed into the incineration hall one after another, an idea suddenly struck him—the dead wouldn't do, but the living dead should, shouldn't they?
Several minutes later, Lin Yu arrived at Qinghai City's largest care center for vegetative patients.
Many people in a vegetative state have no consciousness at all and never wake up for the rest of their lives; only their bodies remain alive. Lin Yu reasoned that possession of such a person would not count as murder.
At first Lin Yu searched ward by ward, looking for a suitable body.
But he found his own consciousness growing fainter and fainter, soon to be extinguished altogether, while the call from hell grew more and more urgent.
With no time left to think, Lin Yu fixed his eyes on a male vegetative patient in his twenties, chanted the Soul-Returning Art, and in an instant transformed into a wisp of white smoke, hurling himself into the body without a second thought.
"You can't escape!"
At the same moment, the voice at his ear abruptly turned into a shrill, miserable scream, and then Lin Yu lost all consciousness.
When Lin Yu woke again, the first thing he felt was a blinding glare of light; it took him a moment to adjust, and when he looked down, he found himself lying in a hospital ward.
Success!
Lin Yu nearly cried out in excitement. He sat up with a jolt, glanced at his new body, tore the IV needle from his hand without a moment's hesitation, and sprang off the bed, only to stagger and crash to the floor the instant his feet touched the ground.
Perhaps because he had lain there so long, the young man's muscles had atrophied slightly.