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When the thousand-year-old monument oozed blood lines under the moonlight, I realized that the worn-out exercise book contained the key to rewriting my destiny. The fighting spirit is like a dragon, roaring and rushing in my meridians, but I am just a little person who is looked down upon by my family. When he first entered the arena, he was hunted by Ouyang Xuan before his fighting spirit took shape. Tieniu was angry and bore three sword marks for his brother; Ling'er's information saved us from a desperate situation, but in exchange he was branded as a traitor; Yeying appeared in the dark night, coming and going without a trace like the wind, but he was willing to stay for me. We are chess pieces forgotten by the world, but we insist on going upstream - but every breakthrough must be repaid with blood and tears. The road of a fighter is full of thorns, some people lose their arms, some people bury the past, but I can only continue to move forward. If one day, I stand on the top of the Fighting Saint and overlook all living beings, will I become the same person I once hated? When strength becomes faith, can blood still light the way forward?

When Ice American splashed onto the keyboard for the thirty-seventh time, the fatwa above my head suddenly froze. The small red letters "Wanted Criminal No. 1314" Stopped in mid-air, very much like the title of the PPT that Party A had changed to the 13th edition. And I, Lin Jiuyou, am sitting at my work station at three o'clock in the morning, holding a life-extending coffee in my left hand, typing the deadline copywriting in my right hand, and hanging above my head is the hottest search list in the underworld. The life trapped between yin and yang is no gentler than 996. During the day, I played the role of a silent social animal NPC in an advertising agency; at night, I resold memory fragments on the underworld black market, changed the fate of celebrities, and sent suicide notes to ghosts. It wasn't until Pei Yan fished me out of the Naihe Bridge with that modeled face that I realized that I had become the only undead to retain memory - and the only bug that could disturb the rules of life and death. Now I am standing on the rooftop of the office, behind me is the army of the undead preparing for an inter-species party, and in front of me is a virtual graveyard lit up by fragments of the Book of Death. Pei Yan whispered in my ear: "Lin Jiuyou, you are the only sober bug." But what I want to ask is - When life and death are just a game of the collective subconscious, when reincarnation is also involved in KPI, are humans still willing to gamble on the courage to live another life for that mouthful of memory Meng Po soup without sugar?

When a ray of blue flame that does not belong to the human world rises from the ancient box, my fate can never be turned back. My name is Yun Ran, a girl who once thought that the world only had morning light and evening breeze, but she saw the eyes behind death overnight. The undead are not legends. They walk among us, but you can't see them. And I became one of the very few people who could talk to them. At first it was fear, then confusion, and finally being involved in a dispute spanning life and death - the "Shadow Society" was trying to tear apart the balance between the two worlds, and I became a key pawn.