Opening his eyes, Zhu Yi looked at his small hand. Turning his head, he saw the calendar on the wall. It was December 3rd, 1980 in the Chinese calendar. The thick, solid black characters told Zhu Yi that this was not a dream.,Close your eyes and with your consciousness, inspect your mind. Sure enough, everything isn't a dream; you truly have returned from the age of fifty-five to five. 。It is said that if life could be reorganized, it would be a surprise and blessing from heaven. Now, Zhu Yi knows that he has received such a surprise and blessing. 。It's good to be back, I feel relieved. My past life is over, and rebirth means new beginnings. From now on, I will start my life anew. 。It's like that white Manjusaka flower and the red one, forgetting past unpleasantries, remembering everything you possess, remembering the blessings bestowed upon you by Heaven. That’s enough. 。Loneliness, shyness, coldness, and helplessness will all be abandoned. Zhu Yi's life will start anew, and she will walk her own path. 。,"Zhuge, wake up. " 。That cold voice echoed, and a man materialized in mid-air. He wore a silver dragon mask that covered half his face, hiding everything except his eyes and a hint of something beneath. Despite this, he emanated an innate majesty. His eyes glittered, seeming to hold endless wisdom. Like stars in the night, they offered a glimmer of guidance, leading souls astray, drawing them into their depths until they surrendered themselves completely. 。"Venerable One, how did you come to be here" Indeed, the one who appeared was the Lord Yama of Hell, the actual ruler of the Underworld. 。"。