The God of Death had just finished solving the trouble, and the next second he traveled to the cultivation world. The max-level boss was forced to become a useless person. Not only did the original owner have zero memory, but he didn't even have the bones to cultivate immortality... Wait a minute, why is the original owner still stupid?
Jiang Huai: "..."
At this time of despair, the system appeared with a broken speaker: "Hello, host, I am your system number 123."
Jiang Huai: "..."
"Why do you have to complete the Death mission in the so-called book? Is this reasonable?" Jiang Huai couldn't help but complain.
The harsh electronic sound of the system sounded: "The host is like this. I can't block the tasks on the jade slips, but you can rest assured that I have integrated the book-piercing tasks with the tasks on the jade slips." His tone was triumphant, and he was praising me everywhere.
Jiang Huai replied weakly: "Oh."
One day Jiang Huai became the God of Death. From the moment he became the God of Death, he was thinking about a question - is he really the God of Death?
My head is empty and I don't know who I am, my parents, relatives, or my lover...
He should have a lover himself, but he just doesn't remember it.
Intention: Beginning
