Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 216

Hao Chen, a very handsome young man, doesn't have anything except his little sister.As he was walking home from where he worked, he suddenly had an accident.A car hit him while he was crossing a zebra crossing.But Hao Chen knows one thing, if it was a deliberate act, knows who is the mastermind behind all this.Unfortunately he couldn't do anything at that time, due to his serious injuries.His head was bleeding, and even his bones were broken.Because the blood continued to flow out, staining the surrounding streets.Hao Chen, he died.But he didn't realize that there was a light that witnessed everything, about his entire life and his memories.“What a poor mortal, let me, the God Emperor, Hao Tian, ​​help you avenge yourself!”A voice sounded from the surroundings, its tone was arrogant and filled with elegance.Suddenly the light began to enter the depths of Hao Chen's body, who was now dead.***Watch on by reading the first chapter of this novel, the adventure that the god emperor will go through who returns as a mortal!

A tale of an ordinary senior high school student who becomes a legend by dispensing plagues and controlling vicious virus insects.

The famous apocalyptic boss Jun Ning, after dying together with the zombie king, transformed into a cannon fodder female educated youth in period novels.

The heroine in the book is a black-hearted lotus, but all the supporting characters have excellent characters, but they all end up miserable in the end.

Boss Junning looked at the cannon fodder script in his hand and felt no pressure at all.

It doesn’t matter if she is a cannon fodder educated youth, she has three types of abilities and a world-defying space!

Soon after, the boss’s cannon fodder script turned into a queen’s script!

The male and female protagonists panicked. Where is the halo of the protagonist that they agreed on?

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.