In front of the live broadcast camera, Ying Wu Jiu picked up a bronze cauldron. As soon as his fingertips touched the body of the cauldron, severe pain instantly exploded - the cauldron was poisonous! He screamed and fell to the ground, and the barrage in the live broadcast room was filled with "Anchor's real performance". Three seconds later, he rubbed his temples and stood up again, his smile still the same: "That was a death relapse just now. It hurt really bad, but I know the flaw of this cauldron." Barrage: "Again? How many times has this script been repeated?" Ying Wujiu thought to himself: The 37th time, the pain accumulated to the point of going crazy, but for this territory, it was worth it. Relying on this "dead experience", he thrived in the Confucian-Legalist empire: others relied on their eyesight to identify treasures, but he relied on fate; others relied on capital to start a business, and he relied on dead infrastructure blueprints to start a business. When the nobles set up a trap to discredit him, he smiled and pressed the rewind button - this time, he wanted the entire live broadcast room to witness what a "dead lord" meant. He was afraid of pain, but he was even more afraid of living on his knees. When death becomes a weapon and pain becomes a sobering agent, this down-and-out nobleman wants everyone to know that in the Confucian-Legal Empire, rules are meant to be broken, and he is the one who breaks them. Tonight, the live broadcast continues, and the deaths continue, but the first brick of the territory has been laid since his 38th death.
