People Are on the Island and Are Forced to Practice Immortality

Weng Shu watched the person who killed his crush die in front of him, and closed his eyes with relief. Unexpectedly, when he woke up again, he was kidnapped by an island game and brought to a desert island. The desert island is surrounded by the sea, has no animals, and no edible plants. Everything has to be started from scratch. The other players in the chat room are all immortal cultivators from various sects. They entered the secret realm left by the strongest sword cultivator in history to test before their death, and were then brought here. Although he died once and his cultivation level was cleared, he will never forget what he has learned. The alchemist started selling pills. The swordsmith started selling weapons. The fortune teller started setting up a stall to tell fortunes. Some people have even begun to sell their sect's mental techniques. Weng Shu: I'm very tempted... But I can't afford it. Until he acquired hunting skills and hunted a ghost, everything changed. The thirty-day newcomer period of the game passed quickly. The island began to have four distinct seasons, natural disasters began to occur, indigenous people began to live on the island, and began to resist the invasion of ghost islands. Weng Shu looked at the flower demon working in the fields, the rabbit demon playing in the street, the fox demon napping on the eaves, and the white-clothed and blindfolded ghost next to him, and fell into deep thought. How did you turn your island survival into a night walk of hundreds of ghosts? And this ghost island is about to be invaded. Are there as many ghosts on the island as there are ghosts on our own island? Other players: "Boss, please accept our things and send a few ghosts to help. Please QAQ" Painter◎Style Jun Intention: I have no control over my destiny