Chapter 7 - Lost Soul Sickness

Lost Soul Sickness

When people are extremely frightened, their bodies gain access to boundless potential.

Despite his weakness, Yu Zhen resisted Old Huang, a man with great strength from years of farmwork.

Old Huang, amused by his childish behaviour, stopped pulling at Yu Zhen. Instead, he turned around to pry Yu Zhen’s hand from the pillar. He laughed, “Really, child, it’s not like they’re fierce beasts. Don’t you also have me with you? Come on, let go. Be good.”

Continuing to shake his head, Yu Zhen wished he could also wind his legs around the pillar. A familiar coldness flooded his body. His brain function slowed and his lips turned purple. Breathing grew more and more laborious.

“Why is your hand so cold? Are you ill?”

Prying at one of Yu Zhen’s hands, Old Huang noticed the other hand growing colder. Yu Zhen’s complexion turned a ghastly pale colour, unlike that of someone who was simply afraid. Lifting a hand to Yu Zhen’s forehead, Old Huang checked his temperature.

“Ah! How is your forehead so cold!”

Yu Zhen was already unable to hear noise from the outside world. He couldn’t feel the touch of the person beside him. The cold was the only thing he felt. Every cell in his body complained of the extreme cold in hopes that he would save himself.

Yu Zhen rubbed his hand, watching as it regained some color. He groaned and held his head.

Using his reason and intellect, Yu Zhen considered the information Yin Yan gave him.

A soul securing bead, reincarnation, lost soul sickness. . . No, none of it was real.

He only burned the beads. Why did the life he led for over twenty years change so drastically?

The conversation at the doorway ended when Yin Le approached. He didn’t know how to face a “Yin Yan” who claimed to be a “reincarnation”. How he should treat the family member of the “reincarnation” was an even more difficult problem for Yu Zhen. He fled to the kitchen to avoid the troublesome issues.

However, hiding wasn’t a solution and he wouldn’t be able to hide for long. The hot potato was waiting outside.

What to do? What to do?

He thought about the confusing state of his life. He knew most of Yin Yan’s words were true, but. . .

[Xiao Zhen, don’t blame Grandpa. This book is for you. You should practice well, otherwise the powerful soul in your body will eventually come out to eat you. By that time, not only would you be finished this lifetime, but you’ll be finished in the next lifetime too.]

[Your marriage line is affected by the great, mighty remnant soul in your body. Grandpa can’t analyse it properly. It’s probably broken. Ah, it’s truly a disaster. My dear Xiao Zhen, it looks like you’ll have to be a bachelor in this life.]

[Everyone’s life and death are mandated by heaven. Xiao Zhen, your birth opposed heaven’s will. Your family ties will be broken. You’re destined to suffer hardships alone. The only thing that remnant soul gave you is an opportunity to live. So live, and live well.]

[It’s over, Xiao Zhen. You’ll be reborn as a pig in your next life. Grandpa doesn’t want a fat pig as a grandson. Quick, that book, find it and practice properly. Win over the Great One. Let the Great One change your next life’s fate.]

The words he once thought were jokes flashed through Yu Zhen’s mind. His grandpa’s ridiculous appearance seemed to stand before him. Yu Zhen’s heart skipped a beat. Thinking of something that could save his life, he rushed toward his bedroom.

Translator(s): Epsea

Editor(s): Empress

Author:

About the third impression.

Yu Zhen: A good person. He gives a warm and comforting feeling like grandpa did. [If he wasn’t a ghost, it would be even better]

Epsea:

The suggestions in this chapter( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). I like them.