An information panel popped up.
Name: Mu Yingshan
Age: 250 years old
Height: 180cm
Class: Sword Immortal
Identity: Villain in the novel "Senior Sister Finally Ascended".
Mu Yingshan, the leader of the Wanxue Sect, is known as the "Sword Immortal of the Daoist Sect." He reached the highest realm of cultivation, the demigod realm, at the age of seventeen, leaving others far behind.
However, because of the female protagonist in the novel, his personal disciple lost all his cultivation and became a cripple.
After learning that all of this was orchestrated by the female lead, Mu Yingshan turned to the dark side, cultivated demonic arts, destroyed the world, killed the male and female protagonists, and caused the novel's world to collapse.
Now it's a prop from the "damn" game company.
Level: 1 (Cannot be upgraded further)
There is a line of extremely small text in the lower right corner of the information page.
"He's not a good person; you'd better watch out for this guy."
Why would a sword immortal from a popular novel become a prop for your company?
Is this a moral decline or a distortion of human nature?
After venting her frustrations, Yuan Qingli's smile slowly froze, and the joy she had just felt vanished.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't disappointed, mainly because I was smiling so hard my lips were practically touching the sun, and my excitement and satisfaction were at an all-time high.
It was as if a bucket of ice had been poured over her, leaving her feeling depressed.
Despite bearing the prestigious title of Sword Immortal, he turns out to be a mere level 1 noob. Judging by his appearance, he might not even be as strong as a weak woman like myself.
But then I thought about it again.
He's a handsome guy; looking at him a few more times is quite pleasant. It's definitely worth it.
"Alright, hurry up and put it in your backpack." Yuan Qingli waved her hand, indicating that now was not the time for the sword immortal to appear, as this was too ostentatious.
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Yingshan did not go into the backpack as she expected. Instead, he looked at her calmly and said, "Little fairy."
Yuan Qingli was dumbfounded. Reading the words and hearing them in your mind is one thing, but hearing someone shout them out in front of you is another.
So embarrassing!
Is it too late to change how you address someone now?
She silently took two steps back, her earlobes turning red: "Just call me Yuan Qingli."
Mu Yingshan stared coldly at Yuan Qingli, his tone equally stiff: "Little fairy, there's something fishy going on behind your back."
"Thank you for... reminding me!"
Yuan Qingli spun around and quickly ran behind Mu Yingshan, barely revealing half of her body.
It must be said that a height of 180cm is more than enough to shield one from danger.
There really is a ghost.
The ghost was shrouded in thick black mist, which shifted and shrouded the area. The ghost appeared and occupied most of the corridor. This was only after it had gathered the black mist and rushed towards the ceiling. If it had released it completely, the entire corridor would probably have been sealed off.
However, despite its dark appearance, this ghost's attire is quite proper.
Wearing a black hat and a suit, he seemed to be floating on air, his feet not touching the ground, and even his leather shoes seemed to be floating beneath his feet.
He yawned softly, pushed a five-tiered food cart with one hand, and slowly approached them.
"Want some food? Meal rules: no food waste, follow the principle of empty plates, once sold, no returns or exchanges, fair dealing for all ages."
When Yuan Qingli heard the ghost ask her a question, she realized she hadn't eaten in a long time, and her stomach rumbled.
She swallowed hard, unable to contain herself: "What kinds of dishes are there?"
The black-hatted ghost slowly raised its head, and Yuan Qingli's heart skipped a beat with fear. She couldn't see the ghost's face! The face under the hat was clearly formed by black mist.
The black-hatted ghost slowly extended his bony hand and lifted a corner of the hanging tablecloth: "Boiled pig brains, steamed eyeballs, braised long legs..."
Before he could finish announcing the dishes, Yuan Qingli interrupted, "Hehe... thank you, I don't want any. Go ask the other guests."
The man in the black hat said again, "Hmm... these dishes don't suit your taste? We also have a Manchu Han Imperial Feast set meal for two, would you like to have one?"
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