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In this world, there is an ancient profession. They make a living by carving inscriptions on the souls of dying people, because they believe that there will be reincarnation, and someone will always find them and leave clues on their souls, hoping that in the next life they can realize their long-cherished wish...

An ordinary boy accidentally receives the inheritance of the God of Death and returns to school to start a different life. Those who respect me will be protected by heaven and earth; those who offend me will not be protected by ghosts and gods! Slapping someone in the face has always been the way to go, torturing the enemy and protecting the flowers. Let's see how Qin Yan travels across the campus and reaches the top!

In this world, there is an ancient profession. They make a living by carving inscriptions on the souls of dying people, because they believe that there will be reincarnation, and someone will always find them and leave clues on their souls, hoping that in the next life they can realize their long-cherished wish...

In this world, there is an ancient profession. They make a living by carving inscriptions on the souls of dying people, because they believe that there will be reincarnation, and someone will always find them and leave clues on their souls, hoping that in the next life they can realize their long-cherished wish...

An ordinary boy accidentally receives the inheritance of the God of Death and returns to school to start a different life. Those who respect me will be protected by heaven and earth; those who offend me will not be protected by ghosts and gods! Slapping someone in the face has always been the way to go, torturing the enemy and protecting the flowers. Let's see how Qin Yan travels across the campus and reaches the top!

Before the last drop of blood flows from the Qingfeng between his fingers, boundless evil has spread from the nine heavens to the world. The twilight has ended, the sky is broken, and the thin body is asking the sky alone after crossing the ancient times; for the ninth generation, who can judge, let the lost universe be mottled by the years. Fall like the devil with the sword! Roar like the unjust heaven! At the cold gate of hell, reincarnation has already stopped on its way, carrying the blood of hundreds of millions of people into the night. Redemption is only possible before the end of the world.