System prompt: You have already died.
Ximen Wuhen stared at his blood-red self on the screen, at the large character for "death," and at his lifeless body, shaking all over.
Impossible! This can't be real!
Heh heh heh heh, how can this be real, how can I possibly die? Heh heh heh, ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh!
The crazed laughter soon turned into hysterical roaring.
"I refuse to accept this! How could I die, how could I possibly die!" Ximen Wuhen screamed frantically at his computer, his eyes quickly turning bloodshot.
If you dare kill me, don't expect to live either!
He pulled out his phone and started dialing numbers, so agitated that he dialed wrong several times in a row.
Finally, the call connected.
"Hello, is that Zhu Tian?"
"Duotian, how many times have I told you, it's Duotian."
"Okay, okay, okay, Duotian Duotian, I need you to kill someone for me, five million!"
"Eh, five million? Are you that rich, and who has pissed you off this time?"
