The gods and ghosts disappear, and copies arrive.
There is no Netherworld in the world, and only a group of nameless people are left, entrenched in the depths of the dungeon, coveting the Netherworld!
Those who clear the dungeon will get a career!
No one knows where those copies came from!
Shen Zhao didn't even know, he only knew that he was going to die.
The original owner was eight years old. He got a token from his grandfather's grave. He learned how to identify the owner by blood in the TV series. The token was activated by mistake!
From then on, the Yangshou burned ten times, and the solution was to kill the ghosts.
But in this world, there are no ghosts.
After ten years of searching for ghosts, I came back empty-handed. The final token countdown, ten days left.
Ten times worse, he still has the last day to live.
An email allowed him to enter the copy.
In the Yin Qi that was so thick that it could not be dissipated, those lonely souls who had once driven him crazy were trembling.
They are afraid of him.
Seeing it is like seeing the blue sky.
Various professions are awakening all over the world, but he is the only one who has the true skills.
From patrolling the night to the emperor of Fengdu.
The authority of the underworld is engraved in his palm.
