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Chaos is not divided, Hongmeng is not judged. Lin Xian's consciousness was like a grain of dust thrown into an old-fashioned drum washing machine, rising and falling in an endless sense of strangeness and weightlessness. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no heart-rending pain, just a... Well, sticky feeling of being hungover. He felt like he was being soaked in a pot of cold sesame paste, thick, dark, and breathless. "Hiss... My head feels so heavy... Until what time did you work overtime yesterday?" Lin Xian tried his best to open his eyelids and try to see his surroundings clearly. There was only a swirling and twisted gray mist in front of him. There was no light, no sound, and no... Floor. Memories are like broken beads, crackling back into my mind. Programmers, endless deadlines, the last fried chicken takeout, and then... Everything goes dark? He suddenly trembled - Damn it! Sudden death? Really dead? ! "Isn't that right, Sir? I'm only twenty-five! I haven't paid off my mortgage yet! Those few terabytes of hard drives I treasure..." Lin Xian wanted to beat his chest in grief and anger, but found that he had no body at all! There is only an erratic and thin body of consciousness that seems to be assimilated by chaos at any time. Just when he was mourning the loss of his hard drive and the unfinished mortgage, a cold, uneventful voice, with a bit of current noise from a low-quality speaker, suddenly exploded in his "mind": Ding! The adaptive soul wavelength is detected, and the 'Salted Fish Merit Sand Sculpture System' is being bound... 1%...10%...99%... Binding successful! Host Lin Xian, welcome to the prehistoric world!

Lin Chuyue opened her eyes suddenly, as if a cold knife tip had pierced her soul. What he saw before him was not the expected tide of rotting corpses and stinky darkness, but the scene of a luxurious wedding room: velvet curtains drooped, crystal chandeliers reflected the light of the morning sun, and beneath him was a custom-made wedding bed worth millions. Between the fingers of her right hand, the dove egg diamond ring shone coldly, mocking her existence mercilessly. Next to him, Shen Mingxuan was soundly asleep, with a gentle curve at the corner of his lips, and his handsome face was as beautiful as a carefully woven scam.