The hundredth century.

The hundredth death.

The hundredth established fate.

Zhan Lan opened her eyes—she saw her own death.

This time, she was the daughter of a eunuch, and while driving through a valley, she was attacked by rockfalls from the top of a mountain.

There was only one person who died, and that was herself. The dart master who escorted her was afraid of her father, who had a not-so-good reputation. After hastily burying her under an old tree, she scattered.

She's dead.

But her soul is still here.

Her soul was trapped next to an old tree, unable to break free for decades.

Until the old tree dies.

Until a badly injured goblin took over the remains of the old tree. At this moment, she knew that her soul had been captured by the demon, and the demon asked her and the other bound spirits to lure passers-by closer to the root of the tree, so that the demon that fused with the old tree could devour and repair its body.

It is natural for the strong to dominate the weak.

The weak obey the strong, this is the principle of heaven.

Zhan Lan felt that she should accept this fate, and the years of ghost years had already smoothed her edges and corners. However, deep down in her heart, the accumulated flame had swelled silently.

Fragments came to her mind.

She saw her countless deaths, and she saw her countless tragic fates. Suffering comes from physical torture and mental distortion, from repeated 'gains' and subsequent 'losses'.

She always lived miserably. Always dying in misery.

She always had the opportunity to struggle, but whether she struggled or not, intellectually she couldn't change her doomed fate.

How can man fight against the heavens?

How do praying mantis resist moving wheels, and how do ants escape a torrential downpour?

Attacking an existence that is a hundred times stronger than oneself is so futile that it is better to go along with one's due fate.

Zhan Lan thought as she looked at the massive body of the dryad.

She's just a ghost with low combat power and decades of useless accumulation. And the dryad not only controls her bones, but also has hundreds of years of Dao mana, as well as the corresponding fighting ability.

No matter how you look at it, the resistance is a grasshopper shaking the tree - the tree does exist, and it is only slightly stronger than the grasshopper. The other ghosts were already active working for the will of the dryad, and if she slowed down, she might not even be able to achieve average performance.

'Destiny ......'

She clenched her fists slightly, and a little rebellious heart may have fallen silent.

However, in the depths of her eyes, a faint white light quietly lit up.

…………………………

—The hundredth century.

Jiang Yu rubbed his temples and prepared his bookcase and luggage. His current identity is a scholar who is going to sleep in a ruined temple. And everything that will happen next has already surfaced in his heart.

He didn't make up a script.

All destiny is the result of the self-evolution of the world in this furnace. He just joined in, waiting like a mortal for the end he was about to reach, and making sure that Zhan Lan's fate was still within a reasonable punishment range.

Zhan Lan did something wrong and deserved to pay the price.

But if the price exceeds the limit, he, as Zhan Lan's captain, will not agree.

He breathed silently.

- A Chinese Ghost Story...... After going around and around, I actually came back here. Female ghosts and scholars...... There is no hero on the stage, maybe I encountered the plot of the original canon?

One hundred is an integer. Zhan Lan's soul has long been complete, but he has not woken up for a long time. Jiang Yu didn't know what was missing, so that he couldn't step on this last point.

It only took Cheng Xiao one lifetime to overcome Heavenly Court's interference. And Zhu Wen is the second life.

Zero and Mu Gang are five and seven respectively. They are not even hated by the world like Zhan Lan, and they are born with a too miserable fate.

- I always feel that something is wrong.

Jiang Yu thought about it, but he still headed towards Lanruo Temple. He walked through the gloomy woods, calculating the role and fate he should have next.

The original canon of A Chinese Ghost Story is a very orthodox reunion. The movie version has people and ghosts. And now, the world's hatred of Zhan Lan has gradually subsided with the change of generations, but since the reincarnation has arrived in the movie version of A Chinese Ghost Story, even if there is no chivalry, it is estimated that it will reproduce a more tragic fate.

The scholar will meet the female ghost.

The scholar will flee with the female ghost.

The scholar will be killed by the dryad, and the soul of the female ghost will be burned out in grief.

This is the script, the destiny. The natural workings of the world weave it, and he has no intention of departing from that destiny.

——I hope Zhan Lan can find herself as soon as possible.

Jiang Yu continued to move forward.

The scholar's footsteps entered the ruined temple, and he quickly found a usable room and cleaned it up. According to the script, the scholar will not meet the female ghost until night. Then there is probably a period of rest for the rest of the day.

He did want to take a nap.

He is mentally stable, but repetitive work does drain his patience. A little relaxation may be effective in removing this impurity, and after the end of this life, it may be possible to turn around in the next.

So...... Close your eyes.

…………………………

'Jingle bell-' the sound of the bell ringing.

Jiang Yu opened his eyes, and he saw a beautiful woman in black gauze sitting opposite him, stroking the long qin on her lap.

The lines that a scholar should have poured out of his throat were about to touch the air.

The next moment......

- I had no reason to sleep.

“…… When did you wake up? ”

The surrounding space is filled with the sanctifying effect of the 'Apocalypse'. The entire Lanruo Temple has unconsciously become Zhan Lan's domain. His nap during this period could only be due to the interference of the mind, and of course, more importantly, he really had no defenses in his heart, and Zhan Lan in front of him no longer had any hostility.

"When you walked into Lanruo Temple." Zhan Lan's fingers ran over the strings, emitting a series of crisp trills. The material of the piano is the wood of an ancient tree, and the dryad, which occupies an important position in the script, has already had a new treatment.

"Take a risk, take a fire and take a chestnut. I killed the dryad, and I awoke. "To put it simply, the process must not be easy. But now, the details don't matter.

“…… So you know what's going on? ”

"yes, I know." Zhan Lan casually tuned his tone. "Psychic people need to back up and retrieve their own memories at all times, and records based on the main god props are undoubtedly authoritative. When I entered the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, I realized that my past was distorted. The idea of Heavenly Court has been implanted in my past, and as a spiritual power, I still have some kind of peculiarity in this situation. ”

“…… Solved? - There must be a reason for the reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes.

However, Zhan Lan did not respond directly.

"There's a big flaw in these scripts that you've worked on, and that's making them ...... Fell into a field where even the third rate was insufficient. In this hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, I still have a little confidence in my own appearance. However, when I look at the past, I find that I have not been involved in the emotional realm for a lifetime, and even now, I have maintained the state of a virgin. ”

“…… I have to be sure that some things don't cross the line. Jiang Yu subconsciously looked around, he felt that he might need to retreat and flee.

But it was too late.

"I know, it's just machismo." Zhan Lan's fingers were already on his neck.

The four eyes are thus opposed, one is drifting, the other is full of determination.

"But you have turned my reincarnated life into an inferior drama that does not enter the stream. And as a literary creator, I can't stand this kind of thing at all. ”

Her eyes drew closer.

"Before you can end this, you'll have to pay me a hundred things that a male protagonist should do."