I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

In the second round of upgrades, the time travel brought by Tiandi Xuanmen is flawed.

The flaw is that time is equal to Uncle Jiu's world. If he had chosen to time travel, he would have stayed in another world for decades or even hundreds of years. When he came back, Uncle Jiu would have turned into ashes.

So there was the third round of upgrades, the reincarnation module, which reincarnated every night, solving the most important problem of time.

Nowadays, the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth is embedded in the multiverse and has become a shuttle door connecting different planes in the multiverse. The problem of time travel and the flow rate of reality has also been solved, and everything has reached perfection.

[The system cannot play chess. This is the optimal solution based on your current situation. 】At this time, the system responded.

Qin Yao smiled silently.

Just say yes.

After all, this is indeed the optimal solution.

Even he couldn't think of anything more perfect than this.

[Do you want to start reincarnation? 】After a while, the system refreshed new subtitles.

Qin Yao thought for a while and said, "Turn it on."

[Random transmission begins - locking the multiverse - locking the multiverse as "A Chinese Ghost Story". 】

[In the current world, carrying the system requires 288 filial piety points. Do you want to carry the system? 】

Looking at the two lines of characters flashing in front of him, the smile on Qin Yao's face suddenly became brighter.

As a popular IP, A Chinese Ghost Story was filmed in more than one version.

I won’t mention the old Hong Kong films. The ones that people are familiar with include Leslie Cheung*Wang Zuxian’s version, Tony Leung Chiu-wai*Wang Zuxian’s version, Louis Koo*Liu Yifei’s version, Big S*Chen Xiaodong’s version, Hu Ge*Yang Mi’s version, and other major online works are emerging in endlessly. All in the name of A Chinese Ghost Story.

Qin Yao didn't know whether this multiverse would include those major Internet works, but just the combination of those familiar A Chinese Ghost Story movies would make this world very profitable.

The key is that the charges for portable systems are the same as those in the single world, and energy saving and open source are all accounted for. If you can't make a fortune by then, you can't blame the environment.

[The transmission has been successfully established. Do you want to transmit it immediately? 】The system light symbol reappears.

"Yes." Qin Yao suppressed the overwhelming pride surging in his heart and said in a deep voice.

Uh-huh.

The dazzling beam of light fell from the roof, instantly drowning Qin Yao's entire soul.

——

In troubled times, natural and man-made disasters occur, and thieves and thieves arise.

The world is in chaos, and the people in the world are in dire straits.

Qin Yao opened his eyes and saw mountains and rivers swaying and people fleeing for safety. Countless people were carrying bags and children, walking forward like locusts. Wherever they passed, the bark and leaves of the trees would be peeled off and eaten. People who don't have leaves and roots must either eat dirt to satisfy their hunger, or... change their seeds to eat.

Miserable, miserable, miserable...

Looking at this scene, even though his Taoist heart was as solid as iron, the lake in his heart was still filled with huge waves.

In the turbulent years in the background of the original work, the people were in dire straits, and this phenomenon was reflected in reality. The romance between humans and ghosts, and the slaying of demons were all insignificant in this scene.

The breeze was blowing. Qin Yao, standing on the hill, took a deep breath and decided to do something for the world.

So far, he didn't know which version of A Chinese Ghost Story he was in, so he decided to go to the palace to have a look.

There, he can get the answers he wants and have the opportunity to change this chaotic world!

Ten days later.

night.

Qin Yao held a three-pointed two-edged sword and slowly landed outside the palace. Looking around, the palace under the night seemed to be shrouded in golden light, as if there were gods and Buddhas guarding the place.

"There is a fairy here who is about to become an immortal. I'm afraid we are no match." Xiang Liu's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Qin Yao knew that this fairy who was about to become an immortal should be Pudu Cihang, the great country-stealing demon in A Chinese Ghost Story II: The Path of the Human World.

According to the original book, this demon is only half a step away from transforming into a dragon. Under the influence of Tengu's Moon Eclipse, its strength has been greatly reduced. It can still brutally torture the protagonist group and kill the swordsman Zhiqiu Yiye. It is more than ten years stronger than the thousand-year-old tree demon. times.

If we compare the original novel to reality, this transformed dragon should be like a fairyland. The day when he succeeds in transforming into a dragon will be the day when he becomes an immortal.

"What if I advance to the realm of Heavenly Master?" Qin Yao asked.

Xiang Liu hesitated for a moment and said, "Then there's still a fight."

Qin Yao breathed out a soft breath and said: "Go to Guobei County first, fight the tree demons to level up. When will you be promoted to the Heavenly Master realm? Then come back and get rid of this monster."

Xiang Liu didn't know what the tree demon was, so he could only remain silent.

Qin Yao took one last look at the glittering palace, silently put away the three-pointed two-edged sword, and escaped into the earth with a pop...

One evening.

Outside Guobei County, in the ancient Lanruo Temple.

The scholar wearing a black scarf hat and light blue student uniform sat behind the desk. With the help of the light of the oil lamp, he carefully identified the words on the books and pondered over them in his heart.

"call……"

"boom."

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew open, and the tattered door was blown open. The scholar subconsciously protected the oil lamp and looked up, only to see a beautiful woman in white gauze coming slowly and walking in from the outside. Inside, walk through the door into your heart.

The scholar was stunned, watching the other person getting closer and closer, and finally threw himself into his arms.

"Snapped."

The beautiful woman overwhelmed the scholar with her weak body. She turned her back to the door and gently waved her sleeves. The two wooden doors were immediately closed by a gust of wind.

The scholar clearly knew that this woman had come here strangely, but under the other party's teasing, his body seemed to be on fire, and his heart was filled with throbbing and impulse, and desire quickly swallowed up his reason.

His breathing became more and more rapid, he turned around and pressed the woman under him, lowered his head and kissed her neck, his handsome cheeks were steaming like a furnace at this moment.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore."

Just as a trace of sadness flashed across the woman's face, and she was about to absorb the other person's yang energy, the door that she had closed with her magic power was suddenly kicked open, and a burly man appeared outside the threshold and shouted to the scholar: "Let go of that woman and let me do it."

Scholar: "?"

woman:"?"

Seeing the two of them looking at him like idiots, the man raised his eyebrows and shouted softly: "Boy, can't you understand human language?"

The scholar woke up from a dream and stammered: "You, you, you can't do this..."

"So much nonsense."

The man shook his head, walked quickly to the table, lifted the scholar up like a chicken, and threw him out of the window.

"Stop." The beautiful woman felt a hint of danger from this man and immediately stood up and said.

"Snapped!"

The man slapped her face with his backhand, knocking her to the ground, and scolded: "Do you have a say here?"

"Yeah." Seeing the beautiful woman being knocked to the ground, with three thousand green silk hair covering her jade-like cheeks, the scholar subconsciously shouted.

The man looked at him coldly and raised the hand he used to hit: "Do you have any objections?"

The scholar felt cold in his heart and shook his head wildly: "No, no, if you hit her, you can't hit me again..."