Qingge, a prosperous little overlord who had revived his aura and thrived in the apocalypse, was accidentally killed with one move.
With an attitude of refusing to admit defeat, a trace of spiritual soul was floating around. In the end, someone couldn't see it anymore and threw her to a place...
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"Rumble~Crack-"
Qing Ge, who had just crawled out of the grave, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Who?"
"Who is it? Dare to plot against your grandma! Being a soul these days is so unsettling..."
Qing Ge walked around in confusion, slowly getting familiar with the body he had just taken over.
"Gululu~"
The strong feeling of hunger allowed her to regain a little confidence in being a 'person'. But I was so hungry. Because I was a person who was yelled at during my lifetime, I didn't get a bite to eat after my death for so many years.
Accepting the memory of the original owner and feeling the unfair short life, he wiped the mud on his face carelessly and stared in one direction. His already pale face looked even more eerie in this deep mountain forest!
"Hehehe, very good!"
"The fun begins..."
Intention: If you don't obey, you'll be beaten. There's nothing that a beating can't resolve.