This was a stunningly beautiful young man, with skin as white as snow, hair as black as ink, and his eyes tightly closed, resembling a prince of snow lying in a crystal coffin—pure, beautiful, and untainted. He floated gently with the water’s current.

There was a striking red mark at the corner of his lips, which anyone could instantly understand. He must have been gravely injured and fallen into the water, unconscious.

Fragile and beautiful, it was hard not to feel pity.

Jiang Baiyu was at the water’s edge, diligently scrubbing a human bone, striving to clean it thoroughly without leaving a single stain.

When he saw the person being carried by the water, he stared for ten seconds before lowering his head to continue scrubbing the bone.

He couldn’t pick up the man by the roadside.

And he probably couldn’t pick up the beautiful young man by the water either.

It felt like picking him up would bring bad luck.

Jiang Baiyu focused on scrubbing the bone, a task that would have been shocking in the past.

In fact, it was still quite shocking now.

Just yesterday, Jiang Baiyu was an ordinary office worker in the modern world, identifying as female.

He worked too hard, often stayed up late, and then suddenly died while relaxing by playing games.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing in a desolate wilderness, wearing the shell of a character he had been playing.

When he played, he had spent two hours just customizing the character’s face, and later spent money to buy items for decoration. It was simply the ideal goose. He recognized this outfit immediately.

It looked great on the goose, but shocking on himself; from the fabric to the accessories, everything reeked of money.

The situation was sudden, but Jiang Baiyu had no time to be shocked.

The sky was dark, the wind was blowing, goosebumps were rising, and alarms were ringing in his head. There was a strange aura in the air that made him feel creepy and terrified. Luckily, the sect he had chosen was good at star-gazing and divination, so he had a way to avoid misfortune.

In the game, it was useless—just a setting—but in reality, it was incredibly useful!

His first reaction was to use his skill to divine, and the result was: great fortune.

In this ghostly place, he would believe that a zombie king could crawl out of the ground at any moment, yet it was great fortune.

Jiang Baiyu didn’t believe in evil and divined sixteen times, all resulting in great fortune.

Wherever he divined to go, it was all great misfortune.

Jiang Baiyu fell into deep thought, standing still, planning to see what made this place, which had produced sixteen great fortunes, so lucky.

That night, a storm raged, thunder roared, and the rain washed away the mountains, causing mudslides that could scare anyone to death.

A skull rolled to Jiang Baiyu’s feet, its dark eye sockets staring right at him.

Jiang Baiyu clutched his chest, trembling as he divined again: great fortune.

“……”

How could it be great fortune?

How could it be great fortune again?

Jiang Baiyu’s mind was in a daze, as if filled with glue.

That day, his heart truly bore too much!

The experience of dying and coming back to life was needless to say, and turning from a little fairy into a goose, even if it was a goose he had personally crafted, the physiological change made him extremely uncomfortable.

The upside was that his chest was flat; having a big chest was really annoying. The downside was that he had an extra part, which felt extremely awkward.

After enduring the stormy night, a skull rolled to his feet.

He couldn’t see the great fortune, but he could feel the great misfortune.

Jiang Baiyu felt as if he had been slapped in the face; just when he thought the sect’s skills were practical, he was hit with a series of punches.

Who knew there would be a follow-up?

Throwing away the skull? Great misfortune.

Burying the skull? Great misfortune.

Collecting all the skulls? Great fortune.

Burying the skull on the spot? Great misfortune.

Packing the skull to take away? Great fortune.

Cleaning the skull? Great fortune.

Jiang Baiyu’s sect was the Stargazing Pavilion, and the cultivation method he practiced was called “Star Map.” It was said that after reaching a certain level, one could gain a sense of connection with the heavens, touching upon some threshold of fate and catching a glimpse of the heavenly path.

This kind of connection in reality meant that sometimes he would suddenly receive reminders, similar to a sixth sense.

Based on the hints from his sixth sense, he kept divining, and seeing these results, Jiang Baiyu wanted to rebel a bit and throw away the skull to see just how great the misfortune could be.

But looking at the skull, the instinct for self-preservation took over, and he didn’t dare to take any real action.

Great fortune could be plain and unremarkable; nothing at all, and peace was a blessing. But great misfortune absolutely couldn’t be real; he rejected it from the bottom of his heart!

And so, it turned into the current situation.

The heavy rain washed away the mountains, triggering mudslides that also unearthed the bones buried deep underground.

If it weren’t for the bizarre things happening to him, his first reaction to this situation should have been to call the police.

Not to mention that this was a desolate wilderness, with greenery as far as the eye could see, and distant mountains rolling on, there were no signs of human habitation. He had no means of communication and didn’t even know where he was.

Calling the police was impossible; he could only rely on the divination to avoid misfortune.

Due to the complete decay of soft tissue, the connections between bones were gone, and with the rain washing over them, the bones were scattered everywhere. If Jiang Baiyu didn’t have skill support, he wouldn’t have been able to collect them in a short time.

He also didn’t know why collecting the skulls, packing them to take away, and cleaning them was great fortune; he just felt that not doing so would lead to great misfortune.

Let’s just call it fate; the world is so big, yet he encountered this here, and the mudslide didn’t take the bones away, but instead let the skull roll to his feet.

Finding a water source to clean the skull, just as he was about to finish, the water brought an unexpected guest.

Although the beautiful young man looked pitiful, Jiang Baiyu didn’t want to invite misfortune, so he could only let him continue floating.

As a non-medical professional, Jiang Baiyu’s understanding of human bones was quite limited, but one thing he was sure of was that the original owner of this skeleton must have died a very tragic death.

Because the limbs showed unnatural breakage, smooth and neat, clearly severed by a sharp weapon, and it wasn’t just any ordinary weapon; the person who did it must have had great strength to leave such clean cuts.

He had heard of the infamous “human stick,” but this was the first time he encountered it in reality.

Even though it had turned into white bones, thinking of the suffering this person endured in life, Jiang Baiyu couldn’t help but shed a tear of sympathy; it was too tragic.

There was a seam at the back of the skull, probably a cranial suture; it seemed to be a minor, even more tragic.

If it turned into a ghost, it better not come looking for him; it was just a small favor, no need to thank him.

Finally, after cleaning the last bit of human bone, Jiang Baiyu took out a small bag specifically for novice players from his backpack. The materials were readily available in the backpack, and he could make it right away; it was perfect for holding the bones. He couldn’t just carry so many human bones around.

The novice bag looked like a pouch, simple and practical, and he quickly filled it.

Suddenly, he locked eyes with a pair of eyes, and Jiang Baiyu’s heart skipped a beat.

In just that short time, the other person opened his eyes, staring straight at him.

When his eyes were closed and he was unconscious, he looked like a prince of snow, but upon waking, his aura changed dramatically, like a lotus growing on a towering snow peak, with endless wind and snow contained in his eyes, sharp and cold.

He adjusted his posture, standing in the water, raising his hand to wipe the glaring blood from his lips, the red accentuating his lips, contrasting sharply with his snow-white skin.

Half of him was submerged in water, while the other half was above the surface, dripping wet, with a few strands of hair sticking to his cheek, looking breathtakingly beautiful.

“Are you also here to seek treasure in the mountains, friend? You look unfamiliar; I haven’t seen you before. You seem nervous; could it be that you’ve found something valuable?”

The beautiful young man brushed his wet hair back, his movements elegant, exuding an air of nobility and restraint. His demeanor was good, his aura excellent, and his looks outstanding—clearly very good-looking, fragile yet beautiful, but without the dangerous aura.

Jiang Baiyu’s scalp tingled, and he immediately denied, “No.”

A pile of dead bones was certainly not a treasure; aside from that, he had nothing else to show. He was nervous because this beautiful young man had a bit of a terrifying factor about him, staring at him as if he were a water ghost looking for a substitute, which was particularly creepy.

The beautiful young man smiled playfully, “Really?”

Jiang Baiyu was on guard, self-justifying that traps were the most harmful, “Who are you? Asking me if I’ve found treasure right off the bat.”

The beautiful young man slowly emerged from the water, standing on the shore, his white clothes soaked and clinging to his skin, water dripping down, his hair sticking to his clothes, outlining his figure. Water slid into his eyes from his forehead, and he didn’t blink, staring intently at Jiang Baiyu, seemingly devoid of any physiological reaction.

There was a strong sense of the inhuman; the other party didn’t hide it at all.

Encountering something that looked human but seemed not to be in a desolate wilderness intensified the terrifying atmosphere.

“If you won’t admit it, then I can only confirm it myself.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped towards Jiang Baiyu, aiming straight for the novice player’s small pouch.

Swish—

A sound of a shield ringing.

The beautiful young man’s fingernails were sharp and fierce, glinting coldly, and there was no doubt about their lethality as they collided with the Stargazing Pavilion’s sect weapon. At the critical moment, Jiang Baiyu decisively equipped the weapon from his backpack, activating damage reduction to block the sudden attack.

The field skill “Starry Array” instantly unfolded, enveloping both of them in a domain.

The beautiful young man immediately felt his body become heavy and sluggish, his spiritual energy stagnating, and his beautiful eyes reflected Jiang Baiyu’s sect weapon.

His cold, piercing gaze momentarily turned blank.

Players loved flashy things; weapon appearances and fashion styles were the most ordinary elements.

The Stargazing Pavilion’s sect weapon was a jade mirror, composed of twelve jade mirrors forming a circular ring, a true show-off tool.

Jiang Baiyu had bought a roasted wing appearance for it.

Two roasted wings formed a frame, and twenty-four roasted wings made twelve frames, which then formed a circular ring.

The weapon was serious, but the player’s soul was not.

A fragrant aroma wafted around, extremely domineering, crazily invading the noses of Jiang Baiyu and the beautiful young man.

He never expected that the weapon would smell so good in reality!

As the roasted wing ring appeared, the atmosphere instantly became strange.

Jiang Baiyu and the beautiful young man locked eyes, staring at each other, the chilling killing intent in the air mixed with the aroma of roasted wings.

“I suppose I am quite ignorant, not knowing that such a powerful food cultivator exists in the world.”

“…… I’m not a food cultivator; this roasted wing isn’t for eating.”

“Not?” The beautiful young man lowered his gaze slightly, the golden roasted wing looking plump and fragrant.

Jiang Baiyu skipped over this topic, trying to explain, “This friend, the pouch only contains a set of bones, and there are no treasures.”

The beautiful young man’s lips turned down, “Digging up graves.”

“Last night, the heavy rain washed away the mountains, exposing the layers of earth. This nameless skeleton was washed apart, left to rot in the wilderness. Coincidentally, the skull rolled to my feet, and I just picked it up to collect the bones. If I am at fault, it is that my charm is too great, causing the skull to be unable to resist and come looking for me.”

“………………”