Have you ever had a moment like this——
When you buy lottery tickets, you imagine the day when you win the jackpot: quit your job on the spot, buy a house or a car, take your parents to travel around the world, and then just spend money without looking at your face.
When reading novels about cultivating immortals, you imagine that you are in the book: wielding a sword and riding the wind, flying in the sky and escaping from the earth, enjoying grudges and grudges, living freely in the world, and not buying anyone's face.
Don't deny it, everyone has thought about it.
But I'm telling you: that's not fantasy.
That is the life you are living in the parallel universe.
But Lin Zhou had no such fate.
What others fantasize about is a good life, but what he fantasizes about is all bad plots——
He wrote about the end of the world, and "he" guarded the arsenal until the seventh year, when he died in a wave of corpses.
He wrote about abandoning his disciples, and "himself" was expelled from Shushan, with a sword piercing his heart.
He wrote the escort head, "I" finished the last escort trip, and the official road was stained with blood.
Every "self" dies tragically, and his memory and abilities flow back to Lin Zhou.
He thought he was making up a story.
In fact, every book he writes is "his" real life in a parallel universe.
When all realms return, what they receive is the whole corpse and what they cross is the whole star.
From then on, on the surface he was a popular new author, and secretly he was a first-class consultant of the Abnormal Affairs Bureau, wielding a sword to slay evil and light up the world.
But he gradually discovered that all "his" deaths were not accidents.
Deep in the starry sky, there is a being who treats thousands of worlds as fields and harvests them for a whole thousand years.
And Lin Zhou is the only anchor in the past thousand years who can "collect the whole body".
In this life, it is his turn to point the plucked stars back to the sky one by one.
