If You Just Keep Hiding, You Will Become a Devil.

In Yunlan Zonglin, he has always been the most inconspicuous one. Live alone and practice in a low profile. The senior sister wanted to recruit him, but he cooperated on the surface, killed him midway, and quietly disposed of the body afterwards. Senior brother wants to kill him. He showed weakness on the surface, but when he turned around, his senior brother died inexplicably. No one would doubt him, just like no one would care about an unknown shadow. But no one knows that Lin finally has a secret, he can simulate infinitely. In reality, he is a solitary person who practices in a low-key way. In the simulation, he is a demon who kills people to refine souls, a free-spirited experientialist, and a madman with no taboos. It doesn't matter how many times you die, you will still be that unknown shadow when you wake up the next day. Only occasionally someone would die inexplicably around him. He died so cleanly that no cause and effect could be traced. It wasn't until one day that Lin finally penetrated the world of cultivators and discovered that his enemies were not just his brothers and sisters, as well as the Taoist ancestors of the three religions. And the immortals who came down to harvest that day. Lin Zhong stood at Guixu Haiyan, looking at the immortals who were about to descend from the sky. "I heard you guys came down to harvest crops. What a coincidence. What I hate most in my life is being harvested." There are three things I don't know how to do in this life. Debts, traps, and karma, unless in simulation. I owe a debt. I borrowed it in the simulation. Do I need to pay it back in reality? Stepping on pits, I walked around them in reality, but jumped and stepped on them in simulation. Cause and effect, in reality, I survive, but in simulation, I go crazy, and the ending is clean, without any involvement of cause and effect. As for now, he looked down at his hands. After killing for so long in the simulation, it was time to let those immortals taste the feeling of being harvested.