Chinese Afterlife Novels & Stories

But now that I heard her voice, a prickling sensation ran through me. What was going on? ‘You’re in between,’ she told me. ‘In between what?’ I asked. ‘In between death and the afterlife. This is death, Eden. This space. This is the space between life and the afterlife.’ ‘What is that?’ I asked, pointing to the white abyss. ‘That’s the afterlife,’ she said. ‘And any moment now, you’ll be pulled into the abyss. That’s where your afterlife awaits you.’ I looked to the white abyss. ‘But that’s where the others went,’ I said, confused.

“Here, I will leave you for now and I will attend to some of my visitors for a moment. Everything you see in there, must not be spoken to anyone unless you can bear the consequences, I cannot protect you from whatever will happen.`` After warning her, the man quickly disappeared as if he could not bear any second with her. But Suyi just shrugged it off, after all the book in front of her holding the answers that she seeks for. … It had been a week since she read the book, and here she is sitting at the edge of the bed that she had managed to rent on one of the Gods and Goddesses' business. Living in the afterlife is just like living on earth, the only difference is, here at the Afterlife, sh

Chen Hanlong said in a trembling voice, "Sir, what the hell is going on?" "You were buried here in your last life," Chu Xun said. "In our last life?" They looked at each other. They were all confused and did not understand. "Do you mean we have reincarnated? Were we buried here after we died in our last life?" Hong Ling asked. Chu Xun nodded slightly and said, "Yes, that's more or less what I mean." Chen Hanlong and others looked a little stunned. They couldn't accept this strange thing in a short time.

Zhu Wushang interrupt. What Zhu Wushang said made Xue Ji astonished and respected him at the same time. He respects him because of Zhu Wushang's simple but determined goal and is astonished at the last sentence when he mentions about the resurrection. It’s common knowledge that when someone dies their soul will enter into the river of soul and return to the cycle of reincarnation. Anyone who obstructs this process will be punished by heaven, and they’ll die in body and soul. But Zhu Wushang talks about it like something mundane that he can’t do just yet. like he can’t cook a simple recipe of food.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

I didn't know. "Great. Then where else would I be travelling to?" "Ocean, then, fire and then-" "Wait, fire? What does that stands for now, huh?" "Nothing. Just fire." "Oh." He continued immediately without even considering my singled statement reply. "Then, the woods and then, the next life." "So, like the after life or something?" "No. No one has ever been to the afterlife unless they were dead." He replied, his brows sliding upwards in confusion. How was I supposed to know that next life and after life were different!

” He asked. “Wandering spirits are the ones passed away leaving some undone business in the world. If they don’t get it done, they will stay in this world as spirits for good. They will never be able to go to the afterlife in peace.” The Jailangkung explained. “Which means, for instance, if you save your money for Comiket, and die on the day before the occasion, you’ll be a wandering spirit, right?” Alfi guessed. “Yup, and that’s how I ended up a wandering spirit who will never go to the afterlife. It’s because I was buried on the day after the Comiket last year.” Jailangkung said.

He gently poured the champagne into the wind, watching the drops catch the sunlight as they fell. "To you, my dear friend. To your eternal rebirth." Though my life had been as brief as brilliant fireworks in the night sky, my work and spirit had gained immortality in an even more dazzling way.

Oh, God, why is this happening to me? I took a deep breathe and glanced at him. “I want you to wait for me and I'll find you in the afterlife.”

"And most importantly, Where's the skeleton face?!!" All these questions fell out shiro's mouth with nothing to hold them back, and more would've come out if he wasn't interrupted. "That outfit was lame?" Death answered "Umm...who told you that?" Shiro asked "Some guy" Death answered "Well this one is also lame" Shiro replied. Death smiled a little and looked at Shiro all over before mumbling to himself "like father like son" "What did you just say?" Shiro asked, shocked at what he had just heard, but Death ignored his question and told him "get back to the land of the living, only those who can see the path can go to the afterlife "