Advancement to an Infernal Judge - postponed.

Coordinating the next developmental plan of Hell - postponed.

The most pressing thing right now is to return to the mortal realm to tell everyone that I’m still alive! I’m not dead yet, so please don’t cremate me! I’ve not enjoyed the pleasures that life has to offer just yet! I don’t want to turn into ashes and be stored in an urn in a half-virgin state!

Qin Ye gnashed his teeth and rushed back to the mortal realm like a vicious, barking dog. One second later, he desperately got into character, stirring slightly in bed and slowly opening his eyes in a pretentious manner as he murmured sickly, “Who am I… where am I…”

A moment later, he noticed a bunch of wreaths surrounding him.

Ah, I mean… flower baskets.

“We wish Instructor Qin a speedy recovery.” “May Instructor Qin get over the critical period soon!” “Instructor Qin, we’re still waiting for you to imbibe us with your teachings.” Messages like these were dime a dozen, almost reminiscent of the atmosphere at the mourning hall.

Fortunately, he could tell that he was still in a hospital ward right now.

His entire body was hooked up with a whole plethora of tubes and apparatuses, while his physical body was covered with a snow-white quilt. Ye Xingchen was just revising his work right beside him when Qin Ye opened his eyes. Ye Xingchen’s jaws instantly dropped, and then his eyes narrowed, almost as though an electric bulb had fizzled and popped.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Qin Ye got into his role as soon as he returned to the mortal realm....