The Death System Forced Me to Die, and Four Masters Collected My Corpse Every Day

[Qingxi Tucao + Death Blind Box + Poor Sect Group Pet] Traveling through books to cultivate immortality, others are bound to the sign-in/alchemy/heartthrob system, but Su Xiaowan is bound to the death system and is struck to death by lightning. The method of resurrection is still a blind box: blast out of the alchemy furnace today, grow out of the flowerpot tomorrow, crawl out of the master's sword the day after tomorrow. Among the four masters, one is more handsome than the other, and one is poorer than the other. Xie Wujiu, the cold-hearted Bingshan Sword Cultivator, one word means agreement, two words mean happiness; the sinister Smiling Tiger Pill cultivator Wen Shiyan, his mantra is just right; the Arrogant Array cultivator Jiang Xun, who is troublesome with his mouth, and his array is faster than anyone else; the Poisonous Tongue Talisman cultivator Pei Du, a talisman costs three cents on credit. The poor clan couldn't even afford a plaque, but every time she died, they were there; every time she was resurrected, they were there. Keep it in, keep it in, put away the feelings. Until the elder of Lingyun Sect came to the door and said that her immortality was a forbidden technique. Wen Shiyan smiled: She was my research subject three hundred years ago. The system lights up with a line of words: [The host has been bound to the founder's will, Wen Shiyan. It turns out that she was able to survive because there was someone who had been waiting for her for three hundred years.