The White Moonlight of the Big Guys, the Cinnabar Mole of the Ghosts

In order to raise money for his younger brother's tuition, Cheng Ming, who couldn't support his shoulders or lift his hands, finally chose to play... A cleaner. Cleaning up some contaminated copies and players, and also binding a system that doesn't look like a system. In the dungeon, various ghost NPCs are vying to show their favor, and there are countless people who want to monopolize him. Peeping in the dark? Blatant coveting? Bold and passionate courtship? Or is it a disguised approach? They all have different looks, but they all have the same desire for him. It made him physically and mentally exhausted. Fortunately, he still has a younger brother, his only relative, who has been waiting for him to come home. What he didn't expect was that his world was just another unknown abyss. —— Fragment one: In the copy, Cheng Ming kicked down an unknown creature that had just crawled to his feet. The strange-looking little thing wanted to look at him with a pitiful expression, but found that he had no face, so he could only leave with regret. The little thing who came back again had a handsome face, and even his body shape had changed. With just a little force, the other person could only be trapped in his arms and unable to resist. Fragment two: When the system has a humanoid, what is the first thing to do? Of course, if you get the chance, give your master a hug and hold him high! Finally, Cheng Ming, who really couldn't stand the other party's sticky attitude, waved his hand and let the other party enter the small dark room. "No—!" Sad, sad, twisted, crawling, crying, "I don't dare anymore!"