automatic reincarnation system

automatic reincarnation system

Author: some water

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Volume [-]: Automatic reincarnation system——

Thinking that after death and reincarnation, he would be able to forget the past, Mo Jintian calmly faced his own death, but...

Nima, what is the situation?Reincarnation also has an automatic operating system!What's even more exaggerated is that you can freely choose the underworld coin for each attribute... Mo Jintian is speechless, Nima Pluto, can you be more shameless?

able!A certain Pluto smiled all over the city, "Pluto coins are hard to earn, do you want to sell yourself?"

"..."

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PS, well, dear ones, don’t worry about why the Underworld is not the “King of Hades” but “King of the Hades”, it’s purely because the King of Hades sounds better ^-^

Content tags: supernatural beings

Search keywords: Protagonist: Mo Jintian┃Supporting role: Mu Lianche, Wuyin, Wuchang, Wuhen┃Others:

Reincarnation is a technical activity

Mo Jintian stood expressionlessly far away from the tombstone, watching his funeral very calmly.

Yes, he died.

On the night of his 23rd birthday, he died at the hands of the person he loved the most in his life.That person has a beautiful name, Yan Che.

But at this moment, he was kneeling in front of his tomb, his pale face still indifferent.He used to think that this person's rare warm smile was only dedicated to him.He also took it for granted that the person had unparalleled tenderness.

They have known each other since they were 16 years old, and found out that they were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day. After they got together, they hugged each other tightly, and made an appointment to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day, and they would never be separated.

Sure enough, the reality is the witness of lies. At this moment, he stood calmly in front of that person, staring at him intently.But that person didn't notice his existence at all, just knelt there, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing...

Just like a black and white silent movie, drizzle, countless white roses filled the grave, black leather shoes, black umbrellas, expressionless people...

The leather shoes and the umbrella came and went, and finally, only the kneeling man was left in the drizzle, motionless.

The man seemed to be acting affectionately.

Mo Jintian squatted down, and approached Yan Che with an expressionless face. Yan Che felt cold for a moment, but his stiff eyes penetrated him and fell on the black and white photo on the tombstone.

In the photo, he smiled calmly. He was not a person who is particularly good at expressing emotions. Even that rare smile was inadvertently revealed when he was surprised to see Yan Che unexpectedly...

Someone came to persuade him, but he continued to kneel stubbornly, but did not shed tears.

They have known each other for more than seven years and have been together for nearly six years, but this person, even after his death, never shed a single tear for him...

He seemed to know him again, sitting on the tombstone, silent.

At his feet are countless photos sent by fans mourning him. Most of them are profile faces. Almost all the photos are profile faces in front of the piano. The only frontal photo is from his performance on his birthday last year. Yes, that day Yan Che was on a business trip abroad and couldn't come back. He was walking absent-mindedly, but his movements of playing the piano were still perfect. No one could tell that he didn't put his heart into playing at all...

The door of the piano directly opposite suddenly opened, and a silvery white light entered the dark room...

Yan Che rushed back from abroad.

Looking at each other, Mo Jintian raised the corner of his mouth...

That rare smile shocked all his fans, but no one knew that it was for the man kneeling in front of his tomb at this moment...

But that doesn't matter anymore.

People say that when you die, you know nothing. The kindness and resentment of the previous life, love and hatred...

Mo Jintian didn't even intend to remember.

He closed his eyes, turned and left...

A white light flashed, and the messenger of the underworld in white took him away.

"..."

Well, if Mo Jintian has never been depressed in his life, the trip to the underworld after his death made him depressed N times...

The first one, he obviously doesn't believe in religion, even if there is such a thing as hell... he should go to heaven, right?After all, although he doesn't believe in religion himself, his entire family is Christian...

Why would he now appear in ancient Chinese books such as Impermanence in Black and White, Meng Po Naihe Bridge, and Hades' Underworld?

Forget it, where is it not reincarnation?He didn't care about it at first, anyway, reincarnation, heaven and hell, what does it matter to him?but……

what is this?Automatic reincarnation system? !

With a cold face, Mo Jintian calmly looked at the automatic ticket vending machines in front of him...

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked at Bai Wuchang who brought him here:

"..."

He obviously didn't say a word, but Bai Wuchang seemed to know how to read, or he was used to facing this kind of question, and explained with a natural expression on his face:

"As you can see, this is the automatic reincarnation system of the underworld."

Bai Wuchang clicked on the page, and Mo Jintian twitched again...

It's still a touch screen... Nima, should he say that the technology in the underworld is quite advanced?

Bai Wuchang explained complacently, "It's amazing! It's because His Highness Pluto has a vision. A few days ago, a famous scientist died. Contributing to career...have you seen our highness, he is very handsome..."

Mo Jintian held his forehead in his heart, the corners of his mouth twitched again, and he gritted his teeth: "Speak, speak louder!"

Bai Wuchang glanced at him resentfully, "...you are so boring!"

This is the first time the adjective "boring" has been used on myself...

Mo Jintian thought silently, the public's perception of him is "handsome", "handsome", "genius", "perfect"...

Mr. Wuchang coughed lightly, and pointed to the page: "Did you see that, poor and lower-middle peasants get 5000 coins, well-off families get 10000, rich second-generation officials and second-generation 50000...this is the family attribute; standard appearance, general public 1000, upper-middle class 5000 , first-class... basically equivalent to the standard of your very popular King X... 20000, 500 at random; there is also a gender attribute, 500 for men, free for women, bisexual..."

Someone black line, "Women...free?" There are even bisexuals? !Nima, this world is a fantasy! ! !

Someone is rarely calm.

Mr. Wuchang glanced at him silently, and sighed: "There is no way, you have to worry about your appearance, figure, and background when you are reincarnated as a woman...Reincarnation is a big expense, not to mention that after you grow up, you have to worry about your appearance, body and background... Reincarnation is a big expense, not to mention that when you grow up, you have to worry about your appearance and body." Want to get married and have children and become a yellow-faced woman... Everyone has learned to be good these days, anyway, it's not too much to spend another 500 yuan... Sigh, it's all because of this policy, and now there are fewer and fewer beauties in the underworld, even if it's normal Han paper can only be used for beauty..."

Mo Jintian raised his forehead, closed his eyes, and held back his veins, "Just tell me! If I want to reincarnate right now, according to the minimum standard... how much will it cost?"

Bai Wuchang's pale face gave him a strange look, but he didn't ask anything, and counted seriously:

"The minimum standard... poor and lower-middle peasants 5000, random appearance 500, gender..."

"Male!" Mo Jintian hurriedly opened his mouth, especially when Bai Wuchang swept his pale eyes straight down his lower body...

He answered too quickly, Bai Wuchang looked at him with a strange expression, then moved those pale eyes to the screen, and continued:

"Add 500... What about the borders and regions... Do you want pure Chinese, mixed blood or foreigners? Chinese are cheaper, foreign countries look at the national border, mixed blood includes Chinese-European, Chinese-African and so on...Of course Chinese-European mixed blood is more expensive One point, after all, he is more handsome..."

Mo Jintian took a deep breath, "China, country, people!"

"..." Bai Wuchang brought his pale face closer to him, his white eyes were still bloodshot, making him look even more terrifying, and his pale lips moved in front of his eyes:

"Dude, you're so handsome, if you mix some blood from other races...you'll be just like that god... Beckham? Or Brad Peter? Well, in short, it's as handsome as that Hollywood superstar you often mention La! Really don't think about it?"

Momou's black line was three thousand feet, and he opened his mouth in a rare way, and said helplessly: "Actually...you help people reincarnate...you get a commission, right?"

The corner of Bai Wuchang's mouth twitched strangely, and he said after a while: "So you know..."

Mo Jintian was speechless.

Mr. Wuchang was a little embarrassed as if he had been exposed, but he quickly adjusted himself, and he seemed to be a shameless type: "Why don't you think about it again, the appearance is random... you are not afraid of being classified as ugly The anger of man and god? You have such a handsome face... It's too wasteful! And young man... With your looks, you should devote yourself to the second generation of rich officials, second generations of gods and horses... What do you want to do as a poor and lower-middle peasant? Is there a history of self-made struggle?"

Someone gritted his teeth and squeezed out words, "Do you want me to be reincarnated?!"

Seeing his displeasure, Bai Wuchang immediately put on a serious face, as if the person just now was not him, and continued to tap the screen, "Chinese, okay, add 500..."

After adding a bunch of messy things, Bai Wuchang smiled and stretched out his hand:

"The minimum standard, a total of 16850 Ming coins, thank you!"

A guy who has never been short of money touched his body...

Both of them froze instantly.

This time it was Bai Wuchang's turn to twitch the corners of his mouth, "I said..." His pale eyes became powerless, "Don't you... have no money?"

Right? "

Mo Jintian stared at the sky speechlessly...

Isn't Nima's Lao Tzu's number of fans claiming to be the number one in the music industry?Nima Laozi