Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 2: Lucky Kid

The previous "landlord," that unlucky pill-refining fanatic, had exploded himself into a sky of bloody mist.

In the chaos, a faintly glowing ring was mistaken for some shiny bauble by a passing spirit-feather bird with poor eyesight. It snatched the ring in one bite and carried it back to its nest.

Lin Yu lay in the bird's nest for several days, listening to the mother bird and the chicks go about their daily business, and felt as if he was about to comprehend "bird-speech."

That was far more pleasant than listening to those short-lived landlords' dying wails.

He had temporarily escaped the sight of human cultivators. The seal pattern formed by the six blood streaks seemed to quiet down for lack of a "target," no longer emitting such a violent murderous aura.

The stinging pain from the thorny seal wrapped around his soul body had also eased a little, letting him, for once, take a breath.

He even began to enjoy the peace. For now, he didn't have to worry about when the next host would die, nor fret about when that damned seal might explode.

Until today, when a pair of grimy little hands pushed aside the weeds at the edge of the nest.

A pair of striking black-and-white, curious eyes, like two black grapes, stared fixedly at the ring.

Lin Yu's soul flame leapt.It was a child. A boy of about ten, wearing a patched coarse cloth short jacket, with mud smudges still on his face.

"Wow!" The boy stifled an exclamation and carefully reached out a finger to poke the cold band of the ring.

Lin Yu's soul-body trembled.

This is bad!

A thousand images of reckless kids courting death flashed through his mind. Would the boy flick it like a marble? Trade it with the village idiot for a skewer of candied hawthorns? Or proudly bring it home to his parents like a treasure?

At the thought of the ring possibly falling into the hands of some narrow-minded, greedy villager, Lin Yu felt his spirit weaken. Compared to the previous six landlords who had at least been cultivators, mortals were even more uncontrollable. Their ignorance and greed could be deadlier than a cultivator's killing intent.

ignorance—even by falling or drowning—the seventh

mentioned would very likely collapse the moment the seventh blood streak completed, releasing unimaginable horror. Lin Yu's remnant soul would be the first to

of teeth, and chuckled. He snatched up the ring, shoved it into his shirt, and nimbly slid down the tree

Yu felt the boy begin to run with

I found!" The boy's clear shout pierced the ring's barrier, making Lin Yu's soul go

like never before. This was no longer just exposure—this was a countdown of

bringing unwanted attention or accidents, the next victim of this "murderous-star ring" could very well be this naive boy! And once the seventh blood streak appeared, there would be no

No. Absolutely not!

an unprecedented will to live. He had to stop this child from revealing the secret, and he had to prevent anything that might lead to the child's accidental death! Passive waiting

no

village where smoke rose from the kitchens, Lin Yu made up

scrap of soul power he had and warped the ring's inner space. Novel scenes from his past life flashed through his mind—an air of mastery, yes, a demeanor suited to

of an old man with flowing white whiskers. Though the details

"Ahem."

elderly, weak cough sounded directly

who had been running full tilt, stumbled and

he looked around. Only the rustle of leaves in the wind answered

mimicked the tone of the old immortal in dramas he remembered, stretching the

face paling as he clutched his chest. The voice seemed to

trembling hand took the plain, rustic

it

hope he doesn't think I'm a

Ming stared at the unremarkable ring in his palm, his mouth forming an "O." Though a mountain village kid, he'd heard elders tell tales

and he whispered, "Who... who are you?

This was promising!

this ring for a thousand years. Today, I was awakened by you, little child." (Inner thought: Sleeping? More like bound

purpose, neither fully admitting to being an immortal nor denying

thousand years? Then... then you must have lived for a very, very long

have forgotten the passing of the ages." Lin Yu sighed deeply, letting his tone carry a world-weary sense of