The crazy male protagonist is actually my good disciple from another world

"I... I'm dead?" Yan Tangxue asked softly, then looked down at her body.

Bloodstains appeared on her white dress, and her body was broken into pieces along with the bloodstains. A healthy person turned into a pile of bloody flesh in the blink of an eye.

Some people become ghosts after they die. Because they have worries in their hearts, they forget that they are dead and wander around like a living person. When reminded, their bodies will recreate the scene of death.

“Ahhh!” The system screamed in Yan Muhuai’s mind: “How terrifying! She is actually a ghost. She looked so miserable when she died. Is she considered a wronged spirit, host?”

The system saved its life temporarily and changed its tone smoothly.

Given Yan Muhuai's current situation, it was indeed a good thing that a wronged spirit appeared before him on its own initiative, but he never expected that this wronged spirit would be his own aunt.

And his aunt was dismembered!

He vaguely remembered that before his body was robbed, his aunt treated him very well, and he and his cousin were like real brothers, but they had been separated for too long, and his longing for his relatives had disappeared decades before he traveled through time.

Seeing Yan Tangxue like this now, he must be touched, but not to the point of making him cry.

After all, he had experienced too much in the other world and his heart was now hard as iron.

"Aunt, why don't you put the pieces together first, and I'll take you to find Lin Ce?" Yan Muhuai said to the piece of meat in front of him without changing his expression.

When the piece of meat returned to its human form, Yan Muhuai asked the system in his mind, "Little system, do you have a name?"

Suddenly hearing that the new host wanted to know about it, the system immediately put away its fear and said excitedly: "Master host, my number is!"

Yan Muhuai said: "Okay, then I will call you Thirty-Five from now on. Do you have any way to help me stand up? I am too weak now and cannot go on the mission, otherwise we will all die."

"Eh? Why do you call me Thirty-five? I originally had an exchange mall where I could exchange for some special medicines, but the previous owner didn't get any points, and the mall hasn't been activated yet!" In other words, it's useless now.

After hearing this, Yan Muhuai didn't want to explain any more.

At this time, Yan Tangxue in front asked: "Mu Huai, do you really not need me to help you up?"

"Yes, but helping me might cost you a small price." He was a ghost cultivator in another world, and was called a crooked cultivator by the righteous. He practiced by absorbing the power of evil spirits.

He now needs to borrow a little bit of power from other ghosts to stand up, otherwise he will not be able to accept the merit that is delivered to his door.

Yan Tangxue had always treated Yan Muhuai as her own son, so she didn't care what the cost was. She walked up to him, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up from the ground.

The moment her hand touched Yan Muhuai, her soul felt a tearing pain, and she couldn't help but raise her head and scream.

Thirty-five was so scared that he started to scream as well.

Yan Muhuai was under double attack both inside and outside his brain, but after absorbing Yan Tangxue's power, he slowly stood up from the ground.

However, Yan Tangxue had just died, and her soul power was very weak. Just asking Yan Muhuai to stand up made her black hair turn pale and wrinkles appeared on her face.

After Yan Muhuai stood up, he quickly separated from Yan Tangxue.

"Cough cough cough..." Standing up from the ground was still too difficult for Yan Muhuai at the moment. After a series of coughs, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Tangxue was terrified watching from the side, "Oh! Mu Huai, what happened to you? Don't scare me, I'm going to die now, and I'm counting on you to take care of your brother in the future."

"It's okay!" Yan Muhuai wiped the blood from his mouth casually, and after checking that his clothes were not stained, he stumbled out, "Let's go find Lin Ce."

Thirty-five comforted Yan Muhuai in his mind: "Don't be afraid, host. You only have one day left to live. Your internal organs are rapidly failing. It is normal to cough and spit out some blood. When you live longer, your body will get better."

There is no need for the system to say anything about these things. Yan Muhuai has been in the other world for more than a thousand years and has learned a little bit of everything. He knows the current condition of his body better than anyone else.

He looked like he was about to die, but as long as he had merits in his hands, he would not die even if he vomited all the blood.

Huaicheng is a remote small town, not very prosperous. The buildings on the roadside are retro and elegant, but its advantage is the beautiful scenery.

Yan Muhuai raised his hand to stop a taxi. As soon as he got in the car, the driver asked, "Are you going to the hospital?"

"No, let's go to an Internet cafe." Under the shocked gaze of the driver, Yan Muhuai calmly said the name of an Internet cafe.

Seeing his young face, the driver thought he was a college student, so he advised him in the tone of an elder: "Young man, you look as pale as a ghost. Did you stay up all night last night? Don't go to the Internet cafe now. Go home and get a good night's sleep."

Yan Tangxue, the real ghost who got into the taxi with Yan Muhuai, was sweating profusely after hearing what was said.

"I cough cough... I'm going to go find someone, cough cough, to see him for the last time." Yan Muhuai coughed so hard that it looked like he was about to pass out, scaring the driver so much that he dared not say a word and stepped on the accelerator to speed up.

The driver was afraid that Yan Muhuai would die in the car, and he was also afraid that he would not be able to see the person he wanted to see.

The taxi drove quickly to the Internet cafe, and after Yan Muhuai slowly got out of the car, the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away without even asking for the fare.

"Did he know that I don't have money to pay? This driver is quite enthusiastic." Yan Muhuai realized halfway through the ride that he had no money and his cell phone. He originally wanted to discuss with the driver to pay the debt first.

Thirty-five urged anxiously, "Master Host, the ghost ran away!"

"She didn't run away. She couldn't be exposed to the sunlight, so she floated into the Internet cafe as soon as she got here. She must have found my little cousin by now." Yan Muhuai explained to Sanshiwu.

Thirty-five asked doubtfully, "Wasn't she standing in the sunlight just now in your house?"

"My yard is shaded by a big locust tree, so the sunlight can't hurt her." Yan Muhuai talked to Sanshiwu and slowly walked into the Internet cafe.

Yan Tangxue, who had already walked around the internet cafe and found Lin Ce, floated back, "Mu Huai, Lin Ce is on the second floor, go find him quickly, he can't see me, and can't hear me."

Yan Muhuai nodded slightly and did not speak to Yan Tangxue. Many people cannot see ghosts. If he spoke to the air, people passing by would think he was a lunatic.

But he had been away from this world for too long, and when Yan Muhuai saw the exquisitely decorated Internet cafe, his eyes were filled with nostalgia and novelty.

After going up to the second floor, you can see Lin Ce playing games with headphones on at the stairs.

When Yan Muhuai's body was taken away, Lin Ce was still a junior high school student. Now he is sixteen years old and just entered high school, but he has dyed his hair yellow and exudes a rebellious aura.

In his distant memory, Lin Ce was a very well-behaved child. He didn't know what he had experienced in the past three years.

"Lin Ce!" Yan Muhuai stepped forward and took off the headphones on Lin Ce's head. The handsome young man turned around with a fierce look on his face. When he saw that it was Yan Muhuai, the anger in his eyes receded and turned into indifference and resentment.

This look made Yan Muhuai stunned for a moment. This boy became so strange, completely different from what he remembered.

Lin Ce turned back to look at the computer screen, as if he hadn't seen Yan Muhuai.

"Lin Ce, come back with me." Yan Muhuai reached out to pull Lin Ce's shoulder.

Lin Ce stood up and shook off his hand, angrily saying, "Who are you? Why should I go back with you? Didn't you tell me to get out of here and stop disrupting your wealthy life?"