The Crimson Reaper - Chapter 8: Crimson Red Eyes (1)

In the Province of the Nine Skies, far above the heavens, there exists Nine Galaxies of Astral Rivers made up of countless constellations interwoven together.

[All content is fictional, everything is set up, it’s imaginary, please don’t take it seriously!]Master said Jian Xi was born to make a living out of metaphysics!She has two of the five flaws and three deficiencies!Widowed, orphaned, lonely and disabled, she got orphan!That’s right, she’s an orphan who was picked up!Of the three deficiencies she got no money!That’s right, she can’t save money, nor have money!Just as Master was about to pass away, he put the Taoist temple in her name, but it went bankrupt in less than a month!Luckily she has a brother who, though not related by blood, cares for her like one… So she could only go find him first!So she decisively packed up and went down the mountain to find her brother!He Qingchen, the person in charge of the He Group, acts recklessly with an unpredictable personality. One second he could be laughing with you, the next he might send you to the King of Hell!He doesn’t seem to care much about anything.Oh no, there is one thing he cares about – the Five Emperors coin he wears around his neck!Ever since Jian Xi rushed into He Qingchen’s arms and called him brother at the He Group reception, rumors spread throughout B City that He Qingchen has a sister!More importantly, this sister of his can read faces, see one’s life with a glance, and determine life and death with a word. Many big shots competed to ask her for a reading!But soon after, He Qingchen put out the word: “Those who want to seek my wife’s service, please hold off for now. She’s pregnant and can’t be too overworked!”Everyone was confused. Wasn’t she his sister?

Miss Witch's 'warm' daily life in the Cyber Interstellar Era, occasionally epic and impassioned.————She was a timid girl who grew up in the cyber metropolis.She was a crying child trudging through the mud.She was a Legendary star admired by the vulgar masses for her transcendence.She was a dark songstress who brought sorrow and tears to the world.She was a cold-hearted Witch who could not speak of false hope.She was a bloodstained Angel singing the finale...

“Doc, it’s like the game I made is becoming a reality.”“Isn’t that nice? People are under so much pressure at work these days, but you can get away from it all, play the game, and live the life of your dreams.”“But I’m a famous ghost story game designer, I’ve conceived one hundred and twenty-six mu*der cases, portrayed dozens of mu*derers with different personalities, and to find material I’ve watched ninety-five thriller movies, more than four hundred horror comics, and collected more than two thousand urban weird tales. Now they all seem to be true!”“So …… do I look familiar to you?”