The strongest sign-in lottery system

Chapter 1 Transmigration?

Mangshan Mass Burial Mound

"Crunch." The wheels made a screeching sound on the rugged mountain road.

"Now the dream is getting more and more outrageous." The person lying on the flatbed opened his eyes and stretched.

"Who the hell is pressing me?" He pushed the person next to him hard, but a stream of blood flowed down his hand and onto his face.

"Ouch!" The pungent smell of blood made him want to vomit.

"The casserole I ate tonight, how can I spit out eggplant?"

"Wang Gouzi, do you think Zhao Xiaoliu has moved?"

"Wang Dazhuang, are you a fool, how can you live if the elder brother wiped his neck with a knife?"

"I just watched him move."

"It must be a bumpy road. It's late at night. Fuck yourself and scare yourself."

Only then did the boy in the car realize that there was a wound on his neck, but the wound was getting smaller and smaller, and finally he couldn't even touch it.

"The body repair is complete, the host Zhao Zirui, do you want to use the name Zhao Zirui?"

The icy voice made the young man in the car puzzled, crossed?

The young man twisted his thigh, "It's not a dream, I've really time-traveled!"

"Do you want to use the name Zhao Zirui?"

"Yes!"

"The user is connected to the system, and the memory is connected."

A pile of memories poured into Zhao Zirui's brain. The self in this world, named Zhao Xiaoliu, was a foolish and honest servant. The patriarch's son, Wang Changqing, was at odds with the Fifth Elder's beloved apprentice, Jiang Cheng, and designed to kill Jiang Cheng. What a coincidence. Unfortunately, Zhao Xiaoliu ran into him, and Wang Changqing also killed Zhao Xiaoliu, and asked his two lackeys, Wang Gouzi and Wang Dazhuang, to bury himself and Jiang Cheng in a mass grave.

"The host's memory has been connected, and the sign-in lottery system has been loaded. Do you want to complete today's lottery?"

"Yes."

A blue turntable appeared in front of Zhao Zirui. He reached out and touched it. The turntable spun rapidly, and finally a knife came out.

"Congratulations to the user for getting a dagger."

"The main task is updated, kill Wang Dazhuang and Wang Gouzi. The reward for success is unknown, and the reward for failure is death."

"It's numb, there is a reward for death..."

Zhao Zirui looked at the two people pulling the cart in front of him, and a bunch of alpacas ran past in his heart. In his memory, these two people were both at the second level of body forging, and he hadn't started to practice, how could he kill them.

"I died so miserable..." Zhao Zirui snorted softly as he lay down.

"Da Zhuang, did you hear that?"

"Stop fucking talking, I'm scared to death."

"Why don't we throw them back here and come back tomorrow morning."

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, if you can't bury them, we will be buried by Big Brother!"

"I died so miserably!"

"Da Zhuang, I won't play anymore!" Wang Gouzi was timid at first, but he was so frightened by Zhao Zirui, so he hugged Da Zhuang directly.

"Stay away from me. Who the hell is pretending to be a ghost, come out, your strong grandpa will kill you!"

Wang Dazhuang took out a knife from the storage ring and held it tightly.

"I'm Jiang Cheng..."

"Mom, Jiang Cheng is here to take his life." Wang Gouzi's pants were almost wet.

Wang Dazhuang pulled Jiang Cheng, "He is obviously a dead man."

"Wang Dazhuang, Wang Gouzi."

"The gods have mercy, the gods have mercy!" Wang Gouzi knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Jiang Cheng, listen, Wang Gouzi is afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you!" Wang Dazhuang was also frightened, his legs were shaking all the time, but he still stabbed Jiang Cheng a few times.

"Don't waste your efforts in vain, I'm already dead."

"Grandpa Jiang Cheng, why are you still talking when you're dead? It was Wang Changqing who killed you, not us!" Wang Gouzi wanted to smash his head to pieces.

"I'm dead, but I want revenge. Do you two want to be cultivators?"

"What do you mean?"

"You two have mediocre aptitudes. Stepping into the world of self-cultivation is a daydream, but if you get my magic pill, you can cultivate spiritual roots in your body."

"How do I know you didn't lie to me?" Wang Dazhuang held the knife tightly, and his voice changed.

"I'm already a spiritual master, and I'm also the direct disciple of the Fifth Elder. It's just a matter of effort for two mortals to cultivate. My soul is about to dissipate. I just want revenge."

"Where is your panacea?"

"I can tell you, but..."

"But what?"

"There is only one panacea."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Gouzi, who was kneeling on the ground, picked up a big knife and stabbed Wang Dazhuang with it.

"Wang Gouzi, you!"

"I'm sorry Da Zhuang, I can't share the good things with you."

"Shangxian Shangxian, I will avenge you, take me to get the elixir." Wang Gouzi knelt beside the flatbed cart, looking at Jiang Cheng.

"It's really stupid. I wanted them to fight, but now it's easy." Zhao Zirui tried not to laugh.

"Wang Gouzi, this damn Wang Dazhuang damaged my body, I have to borrow my body, or my soul will dissipate immediately."

"Shangxian Shangxian, do you have to borrow my body?"

"I don't need yours." Zhao Zirui wanted to die laughing, this dog is really enthusiastic, "I can use Zhao Xiaoliu's body."

"Oh, oh, oh..." Wang Gouzi was so frightened that he fell several somersaults. He watched Zhao Xiaoliu die completely, and now he stood up again. Could this be the power of a cultivator?

"Wang Gouzi!"

"It's there."

"Dig a hole to bury Wang Dazhuang and my original body. I have to adapt to this body." Zhao Zirui picked up the knife and repaired Wang Dazhuang's body.

"Kill Wang Dazhuang, the second-level forging body, and get ten experience points and a garbage storage ring."

"He's really poor." Zhao Zirui's body lit up, which was a sign of an upgrade, and now he has reached the first level of body training.

After waiting for half an hour, Wang Gouzi buried Jiang Cheng and Wang Dazhuang. The tired Wang Gouzi had no strength at all.