Chapter 1 The Lantern Man

"Is this the world after death?"

There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the streets, and it seemed that he was not dead, but still alive.

But Chen Ningan can be sure that he is indeed dead.

At a young age, he stood at the top of the world of metaphysics. He had a bet with the famous Zhou Yi Dynasty.

He used divination to tell fortunes, and calculated each other's future with Dana. They played the game for nine years, but in the end they were defeated by one move.

There was bloodshed on the spot.

"The mountain doctor fortune-telling 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 will fail."

Chen Ning'an was shaken emotionally and stood up suddenly: "I hate that I was too late!"

"Cough cough cough!"

Suddenly! He vomited blood, and the smell of rust spread all over the quilt along with bright red, and then a series of miscellaneous memories came one after another.

The same 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 in the solar system and has the same structure as the earth, but the national system is completely different.

Since the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, the second generation has not died, and the dynasty has changed over and over again until nearly a hundred years ago, it was called the New Qin.

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

The light in his eyes flickered and then dimmed. It would be better not to wake up if he woke up in the womb. What's the use?Standing up unsteadily, this body was so frighteningly light and so weak that it seemed like a gust of wind could blow it over.

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

"well……

"This world still has not overcome the problem of tumors. My life span is probably..."

He subconsciously wanted to check the time, but found that the clock at home was broken and it was difficult to tell the time.

That time pointed to 7.10 in the morning or 19.10 in the evening.

"Is Shantian a big beast, or... Dui Weize?"

Da Zhu died in the Chou month of Chenxu, and Duiweize died in the You month. No matter how you look at it, they all happened this year.

He shook his head slightly, and without reading the divination, he knew he would not survive more than a year just by looking at his complexion.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a fierce knock on the door, and the continuous knocks shook the dust off the wall. One can imagine how heavy the force was.

"Ning'an, Ning'an!"

The boy's urgent shouting came from the non-soundproof door, and Chen Ning'an's memory also woke up.

Although he no longer has the official seal of his parents, his friendship with him is quite good. The person closest to him is the fat boy Wang Youcai.

Nicknamed Wangcai.

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

It can be said that without Wang Youcai, Chen Ning'an would have left earlier.

Feeling warm in his heart, Chen Ning'an opened the door. Wang Youcai rushed in, panting heavily, coughing violently, and retching again.

"Damn it, you're still alive!"

Wangcai gasped for breath and couldn't easily hold back a word. He didn't know whether he was talking about Chen Ning'an or himself.

"Wangcai, why are you in such a hurry?" Chen Ning'an turned over the quilt to cover the blood stains and asked with a smile.

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

Wangcai opened his fist that he had been holding, and inside there was a check in new Qin coins with a face value of 10,000.

"You're almost dead. You're in an advanced stage, so there's no rush! Fortunately, 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 coins is not the earth's currency. One yuan coin is equivalent to one hundred yuan on the earth.

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

One yuan equals one hundred wen.

"I sold the house secretly." The little fat man smiled honestly: "Don't worry about chemotherapy. I still have a way, and I will definitely cure your disease."

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

Wang Youcai's family is not rich and he runs a small catering business. He is probably still repaying the loan.

If his uncle and aunt knew that this guy had sold the house, he would probably have to live in bed for half a year even if his wealth is not dead.

"Everything is sold." The little fat man refused to accept it: "I am only your friend, you must recover."

Chen Ningan refused and said righteously: "I have other ways!"

He pushed Wang Youcai out of the door roughly, not because of his strength, but because of the knife he held on his neck.

"You have a damn idea!"

Wangcai shouted outside the door: "I have already contacted the ambulance, and I will grab your kid and draw blood and spank him in a moment!"

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

He took out his old mobile phone and clicked on 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. It was not until some time ago, after he was diagnosed with cancer, that someone told him that if he was desperate, he might give it a try.

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

As long as there was hope of living, he was willing to give it a try.

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

Thinking in his mind, he registered his identity number, name, and mobile phone number.

However, when he clicked OK, the webpage only popped up: Registration successful.

There is nothing left, no matter how much you click on it, it will have no effect.

"Stuck?"

He shook his phone, and the screen went black.

"hiss……"

Sigh, it will be bad sooner or later, but it turns out that he is bad now. It seems that God is going to kill him?

"I don't believe it!"

Chen Ning'an clenched his fists: "I heard in my previous life that Chinese medicine can treat tumors and even turn dangers into peace. I will use hexagrams to find their location and I should be able to find a miracle doctor."

But just as he finished speaking, the memory of this life emerged. In history, the ancient Qin Dynasty burned books and harassed Confucians, an emperor died of mercury poisoning in elixirs, alchemists were killed by the angry second generation, and Taoism and Confucianism all disappeared.

The feudal dynasty was not superstitious. Even if there were ghosts, it would be TV, movies, and novels. The only solution was to solve the problem of people who were stuck by ghosts.

It is a niche subject, and does not contain any magic spells or earthwork.

There is no mystery in Chinese medicine. It only treats diseases with herbal medicine, and there is no divination. Therefore, there is no great success in Chinese medicine.

"Heaven is going to kill me?" Chen Ning'an asked himself again, staring blankly into the room.

The rental house was dirty and messy, less than ten square meters, and you had to go to the end of the corridor to use the bathroom.

However, his pupils shrank sharply.

I saw three things appearing on the broken bed where the blood stains were originally hidden.

A lantern, a letter, and a box the size of a thumb.

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

What's going on... ghost?

According to his memory, there were no ghosts on the earth in his previous life, let alone now. When he visited the southern and northern capitals, he only saw ghosts but no form.

But what appeared now made him feel afraid.

Not only was he afraid of ghosts, but he was also afraid that he would suffer from schizophrenia due to his serious illness.

(End of chapter)