I Have a Lottery System

Hiss, the sound of inhaling came out. My head hurts. Am I dead? Why do I have a headache? I clearly remember that I should have been hit and killed by a car while trying to save a little girl crossing the road, right? No matter what the reason is, it's best to survive. After shaking his painful head, Ye Chen looked around. This is a house full of classical charm, with all wooden appliances at first glance. The wooden chairs, wooden tables, and even the bed under Ye Chen are all made of wood. Unknown patterns are carved on the surrounding pillars, which look full of primitive simplicity. A candle flickered, and a faint scent of incense filled the room. Ye Chen felt the wood on the bed with his hands and took a deep breath. I thought to myself: What a great gesture. Although he didn't know what kind of wood it was, Ye Chen had done carpentry before. I have a little knowledge of those woods... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.