In My Rebirth, I Am Just a Little Beggar

The scale-reverse beggar?? Dark secret technique?? Time and space gambling When Lin Mo froze to death under the overpass wrapped in a smelly quilt, he thought this was the end. It wasn't until the cold mechanical sound of the merit system exploded in his skull that he discovered that his ashes had already been priced - the perfect container of Guo Wu's bloodline, Zhiyin destiny, and thousand-year causal entanglement. It was being auctioned on the dark web by the Xuanmen family and multinational conglomerates. From digging through trash cans to grab spoiled rice, to using lightning-strike wooden daggers to cut the arteries of underground banks; from being a beggar under a bridge to holding the time and space anchor of a bronze pocket watch, Lin Mo exchanged not only powers on the bloody interface of the Gongde Mall, but also chips that overturned the entire conspiracy tablecloth. The bronze cauldron in the back kitchen of Zui Xian Tower is cooking human bones, the DNA spiral flashes in the pupils of stray dog ​​Ah Huang, and Chen Suyun's looming mountain-moving armor-breaking skills under her white coat - all point to the Guo Kingdom that has been obliterated by history books: the Wu Xian people who used 100,000 living people to forge the Nine Cauldrons three thousand years ago are now using the capital games of multinational groups to resurrect their corpses on Wall Street. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.