Catastrophe Containment Facility - Chapter 1262 - 1263: Fengshen Ghost Technique

Reborn in the immortal and demon world where righteousness and evil contend, Song Yan is kidnapped into the Puppet Demon Sect and assigned as a skin-making servant.During working, his system unexpectedly awakens, allowing him to enhance his lifespan and comprehension as long as he engages in skin making.[You absorbed the remaining life span of a stubborn donkey: 10 years][Please choose the lifespan to invest][You invested ten years of lifespan to comprehend Profound Root, you continued to lie there, being penetrated by ghosts...]

Su Mo transmigrated to the world of urban cultivation novels with a system. As a passerby, he was not interested in the plot and didn’t want to get involved with the protagonists or the heroines.What he didn’t know was that he himself was also a protagonist and the big villainess bound to a destiny villain system came to his door.[Ding! Destiny Protagonist Detected: Su Mo][Please Make a Choice!][Whether to: 1) Kill! or 2) Subdue!]Yang Qingxi looked at the system prompt in front of her and decisively clicked on…***Note: The beginning of the story is very similar to the plots of many novels out there in the same genre. Here I emphasize! They are not the same! As the story progresses, you will understand.This story is set in a parallel world.The names of many characters will be Chinese, but the story has very little Chinese culture elements.I am not a Chinese so don’t have expectations regarding it. ＼(º □ º l|l)/Everything in my story is based on my imagination and has nothing to do with any person, place, or religion. All similarities are coincidences. (¬‿¬)Happy Reading!!! (＾▽＾)/Discord Link: [https://discord.gg/nmeZpWgKZg]

Look, I’m Riven Kael.Twenty-eight, data analyst, zero ambition beyond paying rent and avoiding small talk. My life was spreadsheets, instant ramen, and the occasional ghost I pretended not to see.Then one mandatory company gala, because of course it was mandatory, turned into the universe’s worst prank.I touched a cursed amulet.I just touched it.Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a penthouse that costs more than my entire bloodline, sporting a glowing marriage sigil on my wrist, legally and magically hitched to Azryth Valek.Yes, that Azryth Valek.The CEO of half the planet, a walking sin in a three-piece suit, an ancient demon lord who was literally sealed inside said amulet until I accidentally set him free.He says we’re bound. Separation means both of us die slowly and painfully.Soul-consumption optional but very much on the table if I’m stupid enough to fall for him. Which, newsflash, I am not. I’m not.Shut up.So now I’m living with an unfortunately hot CEO from hell, dodging assassination attempts disguised as corporate mergers, banishing spirits that show up at my desk like unpaid interns, and pretending we’re a power couple for the cameras while he smirks like he knows exactly how much I want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Or both.Brain, we are not doing this.I didn’t sign up for boardroom battles, multiversal rifts, or the terrifying realization that the arrogant demon who ruined my life might be the only one who truly sees me.But here I am. Still complaining, still fighting, still falling, against every shred of common sense, hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably in love.Because when the universe marries you to the devil, it doesn’t ask for consent.It just hands you the ring.And damn it, I’m keeping it.