The night Yun Guiwan was dismissed from the military, her colleagues sprinkled a handful of salt in front of her door. The rules of the interstellar pirate empire: Salt can drive away evil spirits, and those who are sprinkled with salt will never be able to stand up again. She smiled and crushed the grains of salt, then turned around and pressed the transfer button of the Book Coffin Administration. "The first fragment of the volume, the Immortal Cultivation Sect - the original owner was the good-for-nothing junior sister who had her spiritual roots taken away by her senior brother and fell off a cliff to her death." Before the system prompt sounded, she had already taken out her compass. Waste spiritual roots? The Feng Shui formation changes the acupoints against the heavens, and the spiritual roots grow back on their own. The senior brother bullies with the halo of the protagonist? She planted three evil-suppressing nails, causing her luck to bite back on the spot. "You say this is a plot? I want to write a new ending." In the zombie apocalypse, she was the bait thrown into the zombie wave by her teammates. He casually set up the plan of Gathering Yin and Transforming Yang, and millions of zombies turned against him to clear the way. In the interstellar pirate empire, she used Feng Shui to find the lost ancient city of Loulan, and made those who laughed at her kneel down to beg for help. Every scrap wanted her to die according to the script. But she used Feng Shui to tell the world that the completer is the real writer.
