Cultivating Through The Game - Chapter 93 - 88: The Way of Spirit Arrays, Drawing Arrays with Blood

[Double Female Leads + Lighthearted Funny + Daily Life + Entertainment Industry]On the verge of her debut, she unexpectedly died. When she woke up, she had transmigrated into a first-tier female celebrity! With plenty of scandals and poor public opinion, her career was beyond saving.She thought the original owner was rich, so she might as well enjoy a lifetime of luxury. But it turned out there were only five digits left in her account… Having endured the cruelty of society in her previous life, she hadn’t caught a break in this one either. Not wanting to put in effort anymore, she took a laissez-faire approach on shows, never fighting for attention. But unexpectedly, she became hugely popular!?This is purely fictional. No implications or connections are intended. Please do not overanalyze or gossip. Thank you all.

In the 21st century, she was the outstanding world renowned darling of the field of archeology. Then, she transmigrated and became Jinjiang city’s Ji Family’ Third Miss, a small malnourished girl who starved to death. She was unfavored by her father and treated like air by the rest. Therefore, just to earn money and feed herself she had to return to her old profession – being a forensic anthropologist.

[Witty and Sarcastic Prosecutor × Brooding and Poison-Tongued Diplomat]Ever since she became a prosecutor, Jiang Tong has been living her comfortable little life. But one day, everything went terribly wrong. Not only was her case dismissed in court, but she also had to deal with a new neighbor who seemed to be nothing but trouble.She was just bringing a little pup home for the night, planning to play some games and relieve her stress, when she saw a complaint letter on her boss's desk. Jiang Tong couldn't bear it any longer and kicked open the neighbor's door, furiously pointing at the man in front of her: “What exactly did I do to provoke or hurt you?”But she didn’t expect to be cornered against the wall. Bo Nan smiled, his eyes full of intensity: “Yes, you hurt me, not planning to take responsibility?”Jiang Tong slowly took out a notebook, flipped through the pages, and said, “Then tell me which number you are, let me check.”Bo Nan: “???”This story is about both parties being devoted, one-on-one, an exhilarating read with a happy ending.

“I can’t accept this! I can’t! Even as a ghost, I’m going to spend eternity cursing that your relationship will shatter like glass! Break apart like a pair of mandarin ducks that fly away from each other!” With such a persisting obsession, it would be difficult for the vengeful departed spirit to move on.