The Urn Has Been Picked Out, You Want Me to Go Through the Customs?

Virus invasion, global crisis? Thank you for the invitation. I just finished burying the whole family and I am already numb. I wanted to find a feng shui treasured place to pack myself decently. Result - Ding! The compulsory employment notice has arrived! [Survival game, start! ] [Refuse to join? Cremated on the spot! ] Chi Suye's life creed: You can die, but you must be beautiful! Become a zombie? Dama! Death without a complete body? Leak! Holy Mother? Improper! Resource? Never give it for free! Moral kidnapping? Bounce! Her kindness quota was already used up when burying her family members. "Don't ask, even if you ask, I'm going to die soon and have no time to save all sentient beings!" High-energy warning for the hell-level dungeon ahead (including zombies/monsters, natural disaster lovers should be careful!): * Ghost cruise late-night KTV (singing still "Love Sales")? * The global quick-frozen popsicle mode of Sun Run is activated! * The deadly flu "call the police if my neighbor coughs" community closure battle! * The midnight horror in college: "A top student turns into an ogre"? * Hotel Midnight Singer Competition (the fatal kind)! * The global transformation of the grill: "teppanyaki is the first thing you go out"... Others seek survival: I want to become stronger! I want to rebuild my home! I want to lead mankind towards revival! She begged for survival: "Please, give me a happy one! It should be painless, peaceful, and the kind that can be searched for "the most beautiful face"! Why is it that every level of this crappy game is harder to die than the last? ! " (╯‵□′)╯┻━┻ (System: Detected fluctuations in the host's desire to survive... Are you in emergency matching? Chi Suye's eyes flashed: I want a boss with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs!