Yamen's Ruined Diary

In my previous life, I had been doing 996 for eight years, and died suddenly at my workstation. The company sent me a WeChat Moments post as a resignation. Zhao Yi swore: I will never be beaten to death in this life. After traveling through time and being a ninth-level master, he just wanted to eat and wait for death - but the Miao grandmother he met on the street left a worm on his shoulder, which got into his ear and could never be taken out. Listening to the Heart Gu, the voices of others within three feet have nowhere to hide, and cannot be turned off or avoided. From then on, a man who only wanted to be ruined was forced to see through everyone's lies - the calculations of the county magistrate, the ambitions of the prefect, the corruption of the gentry, and the scheming of his colleagues. The less he wants to care, the more he is pushed to the forefront; the more he wants to lie down, the faster he rises. From the ninth-grade chief clerk to the county magistrate, from the county magistrate to the county magistrate, from the county magistrate to... He didn't want to think about it anymore. The poison comes with a price: it attacks in half a month, and the whole body becomes hot and uncontrollable; at the age of fifty, when the poison is strong, one will definitely die. The only person who can suppress the poison is the granddaughter of the poison mother - a young girl whose voice he cannot hear. And behind the woman in blue who spoke Sichuan dialect and the corpse by the river, there was a much bigger problem than he imagined. Ruined? In this network, no one can act badly. But he decided to try.