At the End of Cultivating Immortality Is the Ward

Class F. Affinity 3%. The lowest grade in the S-class rating. The spiritual root was tested at the age of six, and this result has followed Chen Moyan for sixteen years. At the age of twenty-two, he handed over his resume for the autumn recruitment. The HR glanced at the spiritual column and smiled. I was scrolling through my cell phone in the stairwell - my sister's medical bills have to be paid on Friday, and the landlord is pressing for rent if I go up, and there are 247 spiritual stones left in the card. He put his hand into his pocket, and his fingertips touched a folded painting. The edges of the paper were already fuzzed. [The reincarnation system has been activated. Newbie copy: Mr. Zombie. Deserted villages, deep mountains, zombies whimpering outside the door in the middle of the night, and the lonely old man who threw a circle of glutinous rice outside the house. The more Chen Moyan checked, the more something was wrong - this zombie was not a natural disaster. It was a sin committed by a father himself in order to save his son's life. Each copy is a mirror that reflects a person's deepest obsessions. But gradually, the system's prompt tone became more and more like his own tone, the injuries in the copy began to appear on his sister's body, and he always felt like he had smelled the sweet fishy smell in the empty coffin elsewhere. He finally pushed open the door at the end of a certain instance - there was no settlement panel behind the door. It's a ward. The person lying on the hospital bed was himself. At the end of Xiuxian is the ward. He had been lying there for a long time, but he just refused to wake up.