"Whoever likes this kind of treatment will want to go there. That guy Yi Lanxiu knows how to order me around. I water and care for the flowers. If there is even a shallow mark on the flower, I will be thrown into the Eighteen Hells for a tour. I can't live this life."
Heming gritted his teeth and recounted his unknown past, and shed tears of humiliation.
Wuwang City has been built for more than two thousand years. From the original small village to the high-rise city walls today, Heming has witnessed it one by one.
In his last life, he became a beggar and starved to death. In order not to make the same mistake again, he had been a ghost for more than two thousand years. Black and White Wuchang persuaded him many times, and the conditions each time were quite tempting. The smart Heming just didn't fall for it.
Bai Wuchang: I will open a back door for you and ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing.
Heming: Where is the back door? Don't try to fool me about the ant hole-like backdoor. Except for the son of the world's richest man, don't think about anyone else.
Intention: good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil