After Xiao Ran said this, the female corpse remained silent.
Her hollow gaze stared straight at Xiao Ran, as if pondering how to correct this glaring flaw in his reasoning.
Snow continued to fall from the sky, while strange roars echoed from below the mine. Every so often, a streak of red bloodlight flashed in the darkness.
A man and a corpse stood locked in a standoff at the edge of the mine. Xiao Ran suddenly shuddered. A chill rising from within his body made him start trembling involuntarily.
He was a terrifying being with 400 Constitution, yet now he couldn't even withstand the cold.
His face grew paler and paler.
"Ah...!"
Just as Xiao Ran's consciousness began to blur, the female corpse stepped beside him and rested her incomplete hand on his shoulder. With a gentle pat, Xiao Ran's consciousness abruptly went black. The next moment, a sigh rang out.
"Excessive wisdom brings harm. Follow the path I designed for you. It's your only chance to survive. I mean you no harm. I'm only trying to help you."
A hazy figure appeared in Xiao Ran's consciousness. He tried to make out the other person's features, but the harder he looked, the less he could see.
Like Plum Blossom Daoist, the figure was shrouded in a blur, impossible to discern.
"Who are you? A person, a ghost, or an immortal?" Xiao Ran pressed.
"Me?" The figure considered this. "I'm a Professional, just like you. I became one a little earlier, though. You can call me Cang."
"You're a Professional? What's your profession?"
"Writer," Cang replied.
"Writer?" Xiao Ran furrowed his brow and thought carefully, but couldn't find any information about a profession called Writer.
Cang added, "Don't doubt it. This is the highest profession in the Storyteller sequence. You can