Shen Cheng, the illegitimate daughter of the Shen family, is a transparent figure in the entertainment industry. Her family regarded her as a disaster, and her stepbrother regarded her as a thorn in her side. Until one day, a strange "mutual aid and competition system" bound her. The system ordered her to enter the world of Xianxia to complete the task, not only to help the designated target, but also to defeat the competitors. When the first mission failed, she experienced firsthand what it means to live without dying - the system's punishment hit her soul directly, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't even cry. But the second time, the punishment suddenly stopped working. Shen Cheng discovered that he was immune to all poisons. Poison? Useless. Curse? Immunity. Even the forced punishment of the system turned into nothingness in her body. She smiled. As a result, there is another "poisonous" character in the world of Xianxia. When others were hiding from the plague, she dissected corpses to find out the truth; when others were afraid of poison, she drank the poison pool dry. Unjust cases were reversed one after another in her hands, and the competitors were so angry that they could do nothing. In the main world, the Shen family's property began to be lost inexplicably. Shen Heming discovered that the little girl he had never seen in person was using the resources earned from the mission world to eat up his inheritance bit by bit. When the system finally realized that the host could not be controlled, Shen Cheng had already pressed its life gate with his backhand. "Is the punishment over? It's my turn."
The phone screen is on, and the takeout order shows "Waiting for the merchant to receive the order."
Shen Yi curled up on the folding chair in the rental house, his fingertips still smelling of formalin from the afternoon anatomy class. Outside the window is the never-ending noise of the urban village, with the sounds of battery car sirens, children crying, and couples quarreling all mixed together, squeezing in through the cracked window frames.
He stared at his hands
