I'm a Demon Cultivator, Not a Conscientious Capitalist
Chapter 1170

Don't Go

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[Chen Yu, National College Entrance Examination candidate at Tianyuan United School]

[Date of birth: May 29, 2060.]

[Date of death: Not yet.]

[Last four digits of phone number: 3423]

Staring at his own tombstone, Chen Yu felt rather uneasy.

Yanyun had once gone through a great war. Countless cultivators from all sides had died, their blood staining the earth red. This had ultimately left Calamities everywhere, and a couple of casual digs could turn up a Mystic Object.

The Great Rift was also part of Yanyun. It was said that several Nascent Soul cultivators had fallen here, and even multiple Star Lords had been struck from the rolls. Strange incidents of every kind were too numerous to count.

The Snow Mountain Goddess was the master of this place, but It was more like a caretaker. It simply could not manage all the bizarre occurrences, and could only warn everyone whenever something went wrong in the Great Rift.

He knew this place was strange, but how could it even find his name, birthday, and phone number?

After looking for a while, Chen Yu glanced to his left and found that Ma Daqiang had already climbed inside.

The grave was spacious. A double bed fit perfectly into the two-meter-deep pit, complete with soft bedding and latex pillows that looked incredibly comfortable.

Lying on the bed, Ma Daqiang kicked his legs twice, then excitedly shouted up at Chen Yu, "Godfather, this bed is so comfortable!"

"Oh—you just went straight in?"

"That's right! I forgot to brush my teeth!"

"You're pretty bold. Aren't you afraid something might be wrong?"

"What could be wrong? My biggest problem is that I forgot to bring my little dinosaur. I can't sleep at night without it!"

"You really are something else."

"Also, Godfather, I sleepwalk. If I go

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