I, Lin Wuwang, died unjustly!
While queuing up by the Wangchuan River, I was lectured by an old scholar, and the cold wind blew my head around three times.
Before I could kick the old guy into the river, the red-clothed fairy who was cutting in the queue directly carried me onto the boat.
The ghost messenger said that my life span was not over yet, so I had to wait for 2,783 years in the City of Wasted Death before I could be reincarnated. After leaving the big spectrum, have I become an immortal? Where do you get so much longevity!
Later, I became blind, and in her Manzhushahua Courtyard, I listened to my cries of reincarnation for hundreds of lives. It turns out that I am not just Lin Wuwang, but also the most suitable substitute?
Wait, something doesn't seem right about this plot? I just want to live out my term quietly...