After her body was exhausted, Yi Qingqing just felt relaxed. Oh no, she was a ghost now.

She was only 20 years old that year, and she felt liberated at the moment of death. She no longer had to be a burden to her family, nor did she have to feel drowsy from physical fatigue all day long.

Her parents had her younger brother to accompany her, and all they gave her was medical expenses to the hospital, so no one would be sad about her departure.

Yi Qingqing floated aside, looking at her own body, which was so skinny. She was as young as a flower, but she had spent most of her life in a sick house. Now she could finally float to some other place to have a look.

She had read a lot of novels during her illness and was just curious about the world of ghosts when she heard a low, flat voice. She could vaguely hear what it was saying, "Yi Qingqing, female, born at 3:45 pm on July 7, 2030, died of illness at 3:45 pm on July 7, 2050..."

This seems to be talking about her?

"Soul is coming!"

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she was completely knocked unconscious by the cold voice. When she regained consciousness, she was in a dark and solemn hall.

"strangeness……"

The figure in the hall could not be seen clearly, but he was seen flipping through a bamboo slip with a doubtful tone.

"I'm in the underworld now?" Yi Qingqing looked at a plaque on the hall. It was the three characters of Yanjun Hall in seal script. The person in the hall was Yanjun? Don't mention it, although the voice was a little cold, it was quite nice.

Hearing Lord Yan Jun's puzzled expression, Yi Qingqing couldn't help but ask, "What's strange? Is there anything strange about my death?"

Lord Yan raised his head and stared at her for a long time. "You are a person of great merit. You should be rich and glorious for the rest of your life... This premature death is only the beginning of your life. There is a destined marriage waiting for you... Take these two signs and continue your life."

Two wooden signs flew into her hands.

Yi Qingqing picked it up and looked at it. "A lottery ticket for time travel and rebirth? A lottery ticket for the soul gold finger?"

Before she could ask any further questions, Lord Yan flicked his sleeves and sent her away along with the wooden sign.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that Yan Jun’s actions are much gentler.

Yi Qingqing was sent to a square. There were only a few people in the square, but outside the square, all kinds of ghosts were staring at the inside, as if there was some great treasure inside.

A ghost in official uniform saw her and came forward, "Girl, go and draw the lottery, don't worry about those jealous ghosts."

Yi Qingqing followed the guidance of the ghost messenger and saw two huge lottery machines standing in the middle of the square. The sign on the top of the lottery machine on the left read "Travel Through Time and Rebirth", and the sign on the one on the right read "Soul Golden Finger".

The colorful neon lights are incompatible with the gray and gloomy world.

There was a man smoking in front of the one on the left, so Yi Qingqing walked over and wanted to take a look at the situation first.

The man put a wooden sign similar to the one in her hand into the slot of the lottery machine.

"Ding ding dong, ding ding dong..."

The lottery music sounded, and a ball of golden light poured out from the lottery machine and merged into the man's body.

“Hahaha, fantasy world? I’m going to dominate this other world!” The man laughed so hard that his ghostliness faded a little.

Yi Qingqing shook her head. A fantasy world? It would probably be very dangerous. Only if you draw a good golden finger can you have some hope.

She just wants to return to a modern world, have enough food and clothing, enjoy life, and die of old age is her biggest wish in life.

"Brother Ghost Messenger, can't I draw a golden finger? I'd even sacrifice my soul!"

The man pleaded with his guiding ghost.

"No, you don't have enough merit. Don't stay here any longer. Go directly to the rebirth platform," the ghost catcher pulled him away expressionlessly.

Yi Qingqing looked at this man with sympathy. This was a fantasy world. Without a golden finger, she didn’t know if she could make a comeback!

When it was her turn, she first blew into her palms, then rubbed her hands, and then carefully put the wooden sign in.

"Ding ding dong, ding ding dong..."

The light poured into her body, and she instantly understood the world she was going to and her identity.

It is a world derived from a book. There is a golden book in her mind, named "Back to the 1970s with a Supermarket". It tells the story of a modern heroine traveling back to the 1970s with her own supermarket space, going to the countryside, and making a fortune.

The identity she is about to travel through is a female supporting role as an educated youth who went to the countryside in the same batch as the heroine, and has the same name as her, Yi Qingqing.

However, there are relatively few descriptions of Yi Qingqing in this book. Whenever there is a mention of her, it is all blank, as if someone needs to fill it in, and there is no predetermined tragic ending.

"What a period piece!" Yi Qingqing sighed. In the 1970s, when people were short of food and clothing, her wish for a comfortable life was half-shattered. "Please pray that I get a farm space gold finger, or a material space will do."

She went to another lottery machine.

"Ding ding dong, ding ding dong..."

After the same golden light, Yi Qingqing looked slightly bitter. Did Lord Yan lie to her? What happened to the promised wealth and honor? Does the sign-in system match the era text?

"Okay, let's go to the rebirth platform. If you're late you won't be able to catch up with the time," the ghost messenger reminded.

He has seen too many ghosts who are unhappy with the lottery results, so he can't let them think too much. He should just send these guys to the rebirth platform as soon as possible.

There is a small path behind the lottery machine that leads directly to the rebirth platform. There is no need to pass through the Wangchuan River and the Naihe Bridge. Ghosts who are walking on the rebirth path do not need to drink Mengpo soup to disperse their memories.

Although Yi Qingqing felt disappointed, she was not desperate. She was much better off than the big brother who did not have the golden finger to travel through the fantasy world.

Although we don’t know what we can get by signing in, it is the cheat code with the lowest threshold to use. We can get rewards just by signing in, which is a hundred times better than those task systems and strategy systems.

It was through these two draws that she felt that she might have had some bad luck, and that a system that relied on luck to get rewards might not suit her temperament.

But she was still happy that she would be reborn soon. What was wrong with the lack of food and clothing in the 1970s? Having a good body was better than anything else! She no longer had to lie in bed all the time due to illness!

So she almost couldn't wait to go on the rebirth stage.

As soon as the ghost sent Yi Qingqing away, he turned around and saw a majestic figure. He immediately bowed his head and saluted, "Lord Yan Jun!"

Yan Jun nodded, "You can go down."

The ghost followed the order and left. After walking for a while, he couldn't help but look back at the rebirth platform out of curiosity. He saw a soul walked out of Lord Yan's body and jumped into the reincarnation well. The original soul also took out a world core in the shape of a golden book from the well. It seemed to be the book world that the female ghost just went to?

His mind was in turmoil, and he felt that he had discovered a big gossip about Lord Yan. His skin tightened, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and quickly ran to the square.