“Your hands are stained with the blood of a million innocents. So tell me, my little ghost king, why do you weep so mournfully?”

Surely there was nothing that the young, powerful heir of the Jiangnan Temple, Gu Yuze said or did in his tragically short life that would warrant him to transmigrated into the body of the ghost king that he just defeated.

Just what is the difference between this body and hell?

The ghost king was penniless, has a lover that Gu Yuze could swear on the last 24 dollars in his account was scamming him, has no friends, a terrible reputation, a wrecked cultivation base, a sinister seal that he could not make heads or tails off and may he repeat again, was penniless.

Now he has to live in this body without any information where every step feel like a death trap and every day brings more questions.

Who is this Gu Yuze? Who sealed such a young disciple? What kind of karma has he sown?  And what made someone as inconsequential as this person to become the most powerful ghost king in ten thousand years.

So many questions, so little time. It would not do for him to get distracted by that annoying, frozen-cucumber, handsome, pain-in-his-behind, can-do-no-wrong, Shixiong, Han Ji.

It is up to Gu Yuze to decide. Is mere curiosity enough, or would he attempt to change fate?

 "Junior Brother Gu, I don't read the Lingyuan Sect Rule Book for Fun." 


"Junior Brother Gu." Gu Yuze heard a subtle change in the rhythm of his breathing. "I like music. Whether I feel stress or heaviness in my heart, I would play instruments."


Gu Yuze's eyes widened. He tried to imagine Han Ji on the stage with a guitar but the picture felt out of place. That forever-composed person letting loose to a guitar, Gu Yuze shook his head.


"Piano?" He felt like a piano is more suited to Han Ji's personality. He could imagine it, a white suit, long fingers on those white and black keys, sending the crowd into a frenzy. He would look so good, Gu Yuze could have imagined it.


"Old man." Gu Yuze teased him and laughed. The image he had conjured of Gu Yuze playing piano was immediately destroyed in favor of another image, one that was even more fitted to the Han Ji than he knew.


Chapter 120 - He came