Lu Chen never expected that after working overtime all night and suddenly dying, he would be kneeling in the execution hall of the Blood Evil Sect wearing coarse linen clothes.
The handyman hanging upside down in front of him was being skinned alive, and the bloody whip of the black-robed deacon was pressed against his throat: garbage with mixed spiritual roots, only worthy of being used as a medicine guide for the Demon Lord.
——Until he touched the black bird pattern on Ling Qianxue's collarbone, it was exactly the same as the hidden pattern on the fake account book audited in his previous life.
On the first day he was bound to the survival simulator, he foresaw nine ways to die:
Her neck was strangled three times by the Demon Lord, and she protected her from disaster twice. She even had her eyes gouged out for peeking at her bathing.
The only way to survive is to take the initiative to wear the heart-eating Gu she planted and become the humblest medicine servant in front of the Demon Lord's Palace.
Do you think I can't see that you are trying to pluck wool? Ling Qianxue's red eyes reflected his trembling hands,
He had just used modern auditing methods to calculate the best ratio for the Demon Lord's medicinal bath, and took three drops of Phoenix essence and blood.
——But they don't know that every system simulation is rewriting the causal line that the two have been entangled with for thousands of years.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.