Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile - Chapter 268: Angry lines

As the youngest in the sect, Xie Chi, who has the best talent but only physical superhumanity, went down the mountain with a heavy responsibility.
The second week after going down the mountain, the brothers and sisters at home received urgent help from the younger sister: Brother and sister, the female ghost I raised has eaten several evil ghosts today. Will she have a stomach upset?
Brothers: ? ? ? Junior Sister! Say it again, what are you raising?
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Author’s Note:
①: Xie Chi x Lin Xia, Natural Black x Natural Stay
②: Spiritual direction, including live broadcast, sweet text, not scary, really
③: Welcome to catch insects but refuse to be strong, the pits are guaranteed, welcome to collect ducks
Also known as “Ji you are too beautiful” (not really)

Content tags: Spiritual Gods and monsters Sweet text Live broadcast Metaphysics
Search keywords: Protagonists: Xie Chi, Lin Xia ┃ Supporting roles: Pre-received text “The Queen is a Cat” ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

The summer I was 17. A painting I created was sold. For 1.4 billion won.

I have calculated for people before I was born, and I have all five yin, and I am born with fierce ghosts. A knowledgeable gentleman said that I will not live to be seven years old. After death, I will cultivate blood-clothed little ghosts to harm people.

In order to save me, my grandmother married me a child-in-law, so that I had an Ann birthday, although I later discovered that the daughter-in-law and sister-in-law are not human…

I have been lingering and panting since I was a child, and I have been accustomed to accepting it, but my grandmother was killed.

For this reason, regardless of karma, I inherited my grandmother’s job of raising ghosts and vowed to send everyone who killed her to hell.

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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