I Am Dead When I Am Reborn

In the bluestone square, three thousand white jade steps glowed with a faint cold light. Lu Xiaofan knelt in the center of the soul-detecting platform, beads of sweat sliding down his chin, leaving dark traces on the black floor tiles. Low-grade miscellaneous spiritual roots, spiritual energy affinity... Zero? The white-robed monk in charge of soul detection stared at the sky mirror with an expression as if he had swallowed a toad alive. The mirror surface was completely gray, and even the most basic five elements pattern was not revealed. The crowd burst into laughter. Several young men in brocade clothes waved folding fans and pointed out: Did this fat guy swallow a thousand pounds of lard? I heard that I secretly ate spiritual chicken in the dining room last night, maybe it blocked the spiritual orifices. Lu Xiaofan wiped the sweat from his forehead, his fingers trembling slightly under his wide robe. He could clearly hear his heart beating like a drum - this body was obviously only sixteen years old, but what flowed through its veins was the soul of a thirty-year-old social animal. Three days ago, he was still fiercely fighting the new copy of Xiantu OL in front of the computer. After seventy-two consecutive hours of heartache, at the moment when the final BOSS suddenly collapsed, a tearing pain came from his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a fireman in Xuantian Sect's outer kitchen. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.