The weird rules came and I turned into cannon fodder that was destined to die.
In desperation, I picked up an antique pen.
It taught me that everything is contractable.
So, when the ghost in red asked for her life, I handed over a "Labor Dispatch Contract".
"Miss, there's no future if you kill too many people. Come to my company and work as a receptionist. You'll get food, accommodation, and five insurances and one housing fund."
When the clueless Bi Xian asked me how to die, I spread out an "Equity Incentive Agreement."
"Stop playing around, buy a stake in my company, and the dividend at the end of the year will be enough for you to buy this city."
