Shen Yijue, a contracted trainee of Hengtai Entertainment, is also the "fake daughter" of the Shen family. Her bloodline is not pure enough, her family rejects her, the real daughter Shen Yutang slaps her in public, and her agent puts her in a horror reality show to be used as cannon fodder. At the show site, the lights suddenly went out, and the ghosts of the Republic of China troupe crawled out of the screen - this is the replica world, a rift world that materializes urban legends. The Resentment Core is a bone fan that requires her to resonate with her worst memories. "Where are your tears? Where are your fears?" Ghost Leader asked ferociously. Shen Yijue blinked: "Your singing is even more off-key than my manager's yin-yang contract. I really can't cry. How about we talk about how you were booed off the stage by the audience?" The ghost leader was stunned. She has activated her life mark—the authority to rewrite her destiny. Every time she kills a BOSS, there will be one more rumor about her disaster in this world, but she doesn't care. Because she discovered that the popularity value of the most popular search on Weibo can be directly converted into causal value, which is much more effective than chanting sutras. "So," she smiled and turned on the live broadcast on her mobile phone, "Everyone, I'm going to tear up a corrupt official ghost of the Republic of China with my hands. When the rockets are fired, the karma value will be doubled." When the wealthy family, the entertainment industry and the copies of the world are entangled, every complaint made by Shen Yijue is like a knife, and every rewrite is burning his own warm memories. She is not afraid of losing, she is just afraid that the world is not crazy enough.
The residual heat of the spotlight has not yet dissipated, and the backstage corridor is already a mess. The broken glass of the makeup mirror reflected Shen Du's pale face. He had just taken off the jade brooch from his collar. It was the only body that still belonged to him tonight.
