A down-and-out scholar who can't even eat enough.
For a monthly salary of three taels of silver, I pinched my nose and entered the Dali Temple, and started working in the most despised profession in the capital - bureaucracy.
On the first day of work, my master warned me that in our industry, if we see something we shouldn't see, we should pretend we didn't see it.
I didn't understand it at the time until I lifted up the white cloth covering the headless female body.
The incision on the corpse's neck was as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of blood, and the air was filled with a strange scent of sandalwood.
The servants I worked with all looked pale and urged me to go through the motions quickly.
I didn't listen, and by some mistake, I stretched out my hand and touched the cold fracture.
At that moment, a cold voice sounded in my head:
[It has been detected that the host has come into contact with a special dead person, and the god-level operating system has been activated...]
