At three o'clock in the morning, when I was putting makeup on the corpse of a resurrected CEO, I discovered that his neck was swallowing my cinnabar pen.
This man, who will not live to be thirty years old, has the same Nuo Noodle charm branded behind his ear as my grandfather did before he disappeared.
In order to find out the truth, I was forced to inherit the Lin family's forbidden skills.
Use rhino horn paint to read the memory of the deceased,
Use spicy strips to suppress the Yin soldiers of the Yellow River,
Apply cyberpunk makeup to a thousand-year-old female corpse in front of the live camera.
Until that night, I personally unveiled the burial list at the bottom of the bronze tripod:
Among the forty-nine birth dates,
The last one was actually my name.
Now, the CEO who faked his death came to the door with an ancestral silver bracelet:
"Lin Xiaozhu, your grandfather traded you for the lives of three generations of the Shen family."
I put the hotpot base on his face with my backhand: "What a coincidence, I just learned how to use butter to break evil spirits."
