Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

In the quiet courtyard, Qinghe stared with her clear yet foolish eyes, drew her own conclusion, and based on this, developed a series of "brilliant deductions".

Perhaps feeling that it was unlikely that anyone in the Nine Realms would dare to provoke Mu An, Qinghe directly shifted the storyline back a thousand years, tracing the origins of the story back to before Mu An was even born, and back to the ancestors of the Mu family.

A tale of love and hate spanning a thousand years unfolds, with one character after another taking the stage, interspersed with Mu An's love and hate before he became an immortal.

Without Mu An's knowledge, he inexplicably became a womanizer, burdened with countless emotional debts.

The story begins with the grudges and affections between ordinary people, and eventually evolves into a revenge that spans a thousand years.

Weak mortals risked their lives to challenge the gods high in the heavens.

As the story grew increasingly absurd, Mu An felt her lips twitch.

So he's bound to be a villain no matter what?

In the story, Mu An is the villain, so what role are you, a little follower?

The villain's two henchmen?

Looking at Qinghe, whose IQ is comparable to that of a husky, Mu An didn't know what else to say besides her rich imagination.

During her years in the world of crafts, Qinghe probably awakened some kind of chuunibyou (delusional) spirit, and her already limited brain shrank even further.

The term "internet-addicted girl" is no longer sufficient to describe Qinghe today.

Today, the lotus has become a symbol of "wisdom," sharing a brain with the roadside stones.

As for why Qinghe, who is over a hundred years old, is still an internet addict, all I can say is that you shouldn't ask too many questions about women's affairs.

With these thoughts in mind, and without obtaining Qinghe's consent, Mu'an drew a conclusion and made plans for Qinghe's future.

So what if he's a bit slow? He's still a human being, at least smarter than most cats and dogs.

I've raised them for over a hundred years, so I've developed a certain attachment to them. There's no reason for me to just throw them away. I'll treat them like little talking animals.

Perhaps the deep meaning in Mu An's gaze was too obvious, because Qing He, who was tugging at the assassin's clothes, suddenly turned her head and looked at Mu An with surprise and uncertainty.

"Sir, are you thinking about something unpleasant?"

After a moment of silence, Mu An decisively shook her head.

This moment of hesitation drove Qinghe completely mad, and her face, which had finally cooled down, turned bright red again.

Without any hesitation, Qinghe bent over on the spot, head up, and charged straight at Mu'an.

Its aggressive demeanor was like that of a raging puppy, wanting to teach its owner a lesson with its head.

Without any hesitation, just as Qinghe's head was about to hit him, Mu'an decisively dodged to the left, avoiding Qinghe's "savage charge".

"Bang—"

With a muffled thud, the hard back of his head collided with the even harder courtyard wall, causing the entire courtyard to tremble.

What followed was a wail that echoed through the sky.

"Ouch! O ...

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

"Sir! Why are you dodging?! I didn't bump into you with any force!"

Looking at the shaking courtyard wall, at the large bump on her head, and at Qinghe who was sitting on the ground groaning in pain, Mu An's expression became increasingly strange.

Why are you dodging? Didn't you use any force?

At that moment, Mu An suddenly realized something.

He had really overestimated Qinghe. Cats and dogs are much smarter than this idiot.

Aside from cooking, Qinghe is completely useless!

After all the commotion, Qinghe's status skyrocketed, reaching the level of a "pet" who can cook.

The teenage girl, still a bit delusional, pretended to cry for a while, but ultimately failed to get the comfort she wanted.

Sitting in the mud, Qinghe rolled her eyes and chirped softly in front of Mu'an.

"I knew it! The content in the game is all a lie! My husband is less energetic than a giant icicle!"

After saying that, feeling embarrassed, Qinghe gave up the idea of ​​continuing to make a fuss, jumped up on the spot, and jumped more than three meters high, completing a costume change in mid-air.

When she landed again, the muddy long dress disappeared, replaced by a light blue outfit.

"Eight assassins, all at the Qi Refining and Divine Transformation Realm, seem to be looking for something."

"Sir, shall we kill him?"

Ignoring Qinghe, who had finally returned to some semblance of normalcy, Mu An raised his hand again and snapped his fingers in mid-air.

Raindrops suspended in mid-air fell rapidly, turning the water mirror in mid-air into a white curtain, pattering down to the ground and splashing water up to knee-high.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared across the sky, as a fierce wind swept in, bringing torrential rain.

In this apocalyptic scene, the figures of the eight assassins gradually blurred and disappeared into the world within a few breaths.

It was as if an invisible hand was wielding a paintbrush, scribbling wildly and erasing all traces of their existence from the canvas called "Heaven and Earth".

Even though she had seen it many times before, Qinghe still shuddered when she saw Mu An make a move again.

She looked at the eight assassins who had completely vanished and asked in a low voice.

"Have you erased all traces of their existence, sir?"

Mu An didn't notice anything amiss and nodded naturally.

Or perhaps, in his eyes, Qinghe's discomfort was simply a normal reaction of a small animal.

Kittens and puppies, they just love to be startled.

Having eliminated the assassins who had trespassed on his residence, Mu An turned his gaze to the courtyard on the east side of the alley, and then to a room in one corner of the courtyard.

There, he saw a very interesting person and a very interesting system.

"No pain, no fear, no other emotions, not even a trace of their existence has been completely erased, and no one else will ever know them again. Don't you find that terrifying, sir?"

The sound came from behind, and the moment Mu An stopped, Qing He bumped straight into his back.

The person walking in front stopped, glanced at their clothes, and remained silent for a long time.

The sudden silence made Qinghe feel uneasy. She wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

Just as Qinghe finally sorted out her thoughts and was about to speak, Mu An moved again, heading towards the house where she had lived for a period of time.

You'll get used to it.

……

Inside a room in the eastern part of the mansion, a little girl named Shi Meng had somehow crawled out from under the bed and was now hiding in a corner, hugging her knees.

If you look closely, you'll see that the little girl is trembling all over, as if she has encountered some kind of unprecedented terror, and is no longer as lively as before.

"Qingying! You have to keep going! Don't overthink! Don't overthink! These days, big shots like to read minds!"

"This is unbelievable! It can't get any worse!"

"I thought being wiped out at the start, being chased while still in the body of a child, was the worst of bad luck—the absolute worst start in the game. But I never imagined things could get even more outrageous!"

"Just as my memories returned, I encountered a Golden Immortal. So, the previous cataclysmic start was just an appetizer?"