God is dead and hell is empty.

Five times, six hearts.

Seven killed, eight sides to come.

Nine fears are destroyed, and there is nothing.

In a man's skin,

A red candle at night.

Be careful, there is no one in front.

On an ordinary day, the world jumped off a cliff, and a doomsday trial that would never stop began. The world version was updated crazily!

From the zombie outbreak in the first version to the global mutation, weird resurrection, mythical resurrection, the invasion of all races, and the advent of the abyss… Each version has unique opportunities and abilities. The invincible strong in the old version may become a weak bullied in the new version.

Before the version update, Li Xuan saw the inside story in advance and followed the version. When the zombie version was updated, he seized the opportunity of 60 seconds to seize the ability to transform, accumulate food, and subdue the future empress. The global mutation version took down the strongest auxiliary and the strongest beast king, and the weird version controlled the empress and ended the weird!

When the gods returned, they saw a pair of eternal golden eyes. The former ants evolved into godslayers, standing in front of millions of people, shouting: You are the challengers!

Xu Qing woke up to find himself turned into a Zombie.

Zombies do not die; their life is endless, yet they suffer from the lack of a method to evolve and ascend!

Facing a chaotic era where ceremonies and music collapse, and demons and strange creatures emerge endlessly, Xu Qing chooses to remain under the radar and becomes the most inconspicuous Corpse Driver in the shadowy profession of corpse craftsman, earning various rewards by performing rites for the dead each day.

Be it folk arts, innumerable professions, or the nation's destiny and heaven's will, gods, ghosts, and the extraordinary, Xu Qing hides within a shop, mastering them all.

Watching clouds rise and fall, witnessing the dynasties change and old acquaintances fade; with eyes opening and closing, witnessing the vicissitudes of life, thousands upon thousands of years, my form remains unchanged, eventually becoming an eternal name among the immortals!

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[Alternative Longevity Stream, Folklore and Anomalies, Management Daily, Steady Cultivation]

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world.

"Does this mean that I will become a monster?"

In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful by faith.

"Then I am a god!"

In ancient times, they were regarded as feared by demons and fed on fear.

"I will become the master of ghost stories!"

But under the scouring of the torrent of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of text that were regarded as nonsense.

"It is my duty to recast the glory of ghost stories."

But you're not a weirdo, well, you're not human either.

"Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster."

Jiang Zhu traveled to the vast world of immortals and became a green lantern.

When the green lantern absorbed enough sunlight and moonlight, he could open his eyes and see the world.

The emperor sought immortality, the immortal master pursued the Tao, the mountain spirits and wild monsters feasted on incense, it was wonderful and dreamy.

He tried his best to participate in this dreamlike world, but he could do nothing.

Alluring beauties, chivalrous knights, immortal masters, emperors of ancient and modern times, all could not resist the long passage of time.

The flickering candlelight seemed to be explaining the glory of the past, and it seemed to be telling the desolation of seeking immortality.

The candlelight is dim and unchanging.

Cut a ray of candlelight, telling a story of the past, but can't find the appearance of the old friend...

Zhou Mo sat on a park bench with a cup of milk tea, his mind empty as he pondered over something crucial for a man who had just traveled through time. When would he die? And... who stole his brain? The murderer was very unethical. It was understandable that he dug out his brain, but taking away his eyes as well was too much. So Zhou Mo planned to retrieve his brain before he died completely.

When I woke up, I appeared at an altitude of more than a thousand meters.

This is the top of a towering stone pillar.

How did I get up?

How should I get down?

Help!

Unfortunately, not only would help not arrive, but this would also be the start of an endless nightmare!

Follow Li Teng’s nightmarish adventure as he tries to survive on a 1,000-meter stone pillar, with only a bed and his wits!

“Extreme weather phenomena? Bring it on!”

“My abductors want me to participate in gruesome films in which 1 in 8 people have to die? I shall emerge victorious!”

“Want me to die? Not so easy!”