Qingfu Valley had not seen a cultivator of gods for a hundred years, until the little medicine boy who was always squatting in the medicine garden pulling weeds suddenly stood up one rainy night.
"Lin Zhao, pour this bucket of rotting bone water." The wooden bucket that the handyman kicked over was filled with poisonous spiritual grass residue.
Lin Zhao lowered his eyes and stared at the water - what was reflected was not his own green face, but the three options on the system panel:
Follow option A and gain 1 decision point. Three months later, the rotten bone water will corrode the meridians and become a useless person;
Option B. Splash the rotten bone water on the handyman, which will consume 5 years of life, trigger "karma backlash", and be chased by the Valley Master;
Option C hides the risk value of watering mutated Nether Grass with rotten bone water at MAX, which may activate the tree spirit and obtain the remaining scroll of Netherworld Nine Transformation Technique.
He pinched half of the bronze fragment in his arms - the last words his parents said before they disappeared were "find the Nine-Leaf Netherworld Tree", and this Netherworld Grass was taking root next to the broken monument in the deepest part of the medicine garden.
"I choose C."
The moment the blue light soared into the sky, a gentle female voice sounded in the sea of consciousness: "I've finally waited for you, my spirit guide."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
