To Be a Heartthrob in a Horror Movie - Chapter 94: Orange

Everything was going so well. It was the perfect path toward greatness.

As Yun Xiao's soul soared into the heavens after his death, he made a startling discovery—the vast world in which he had lived for sixteen years astonishingly resembled a colossal tomb! Beneath it lay an ancient bronze coffin, vast as the boundless seas, radiating an overwhelming miasma. Every piece of land was but a handful of dirt atop this enormous coffin. The billions of living souls unknowingly thrived and multiplied within this graveyard soil.

Inside the massive casket rested the body of an Immortal. His eyes were as deep as the underworld, his mouth reminiscent of the Yellow Springs, his hair flowed like a majestic dragon, and his body spanned across a million mountain ranges. Which celestial deity from ancient times could be resting here for eternity?

Refusing to let himself fade away, Yun Xiao's soul entered the body of the Immortal. With the world's Divine Pillar as his sword and the vast continents as his seals, he and the coffin embark on a journey through the Immortal path, seeking enlightenment and challenging the heavens!

JL: The novel might start out as your bog-standard revenge-plot, reincarnation story. But the execution is solid, and there's plenty of satisfying face-slapping moments throughout. But what makes it really interesting is that the author eventually starts subverting expectations in really interesting ways. So, if you're a long time reader of the community, and want to try something familiar with a refreshing twist, give this story a shot!

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Chang Qing transmigrated into a novel of having children with a rich family, and became a vicious widowed man who has been hindering the gong’s HE.

This widowed husband attracted bees and butterflies excessively. From brother-in-law to eldest cousin, he hooked up all over the place. He was finally driven out of the house with a broken leg by his brother-in-law, and was reduced to homelessness and death in the street.

The point at which Chang Qing transmigrated into happened to be the first time that the original owner, who had not yet become a widow, climbed into the bed of the gong.

Facing Lu Zheng, whose face had sank and was about to come and beat him up any minute, Chang Qing gathered up his scattered shirt and solemnly said, “… I just went to the wrong room and slept in the wrong bed. Can you believe it?”

Lu Zheng: … hehe.

In order to avoid being kicked out of the house as a beggar by Lu Zheng, Chang Qing decided to be a virtuous husband.

However, this chaste husband is not easy to do. In the book, the original owner took the initiative to hook up with all kinds of bosses and all of them in turn hooked up with him to seduce him to remarry.

Regarding these big boss’s courtship, Chang Qing refused. And the memorial archway above his head sparkled: I love my husband very much.

In the end, even the real gong, that is, his brother-in-law Lu Zheng, couldn’t help but forcibly demolish his fierce husband memorial arch, and hold him down. He gritted his teeth and threatened, “You’re not allowed to remarry. If you dare to remarry, I’ll break your legs.”.

Lu Zheng always felt that his eldest sister-in-law was coquettish, always looking at people with a hook in his eyes, and was always provocative, even daring to climb into his bed one day.

Lu Zheng was thinking about how to teach him a lesson. As a result, this man stopped being coquettish. His buttons were always fastened to the top of his shirt, and he was fully clothed. You couldn’t see any skin at all. He looked so stoic and serious. This made Lu Zheng unhappy.

He wanted to rip off his clothes and watch him continue to be coquettish.

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“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.