Most people don't choose reincarnation. Reincarnation finds their way to them. Perhaps they did something great in their life. Or maybe truck-sama wasn't looking where it was going. But without fail, those who reincarnate are destined for something great. A new life where everything changes for the better. But... Reincarnation isn't always the greatest thing. Sometimes you just draw the short end of the stick. Di Tou just happens to have drawn the shortest stick. Pulled out of his life randomly. Taken by a crazy old eccentric man not as a disciple, but as a body double?! And a janitor body double no less?! Grasping a system to find... It's a JANITOR SYSTEM!? Truly, how unlucky can one get?
Pausing, Di Tou laid on the ground in a daze, watching his Void Qi travel closer and closer, drawing close to the area where the dense amalgam of vines were as he thought and tried to recall why the lines looked familiar.
All of a sudden it clicked. Didn't these lines look quite a bit like the ones in Mu Di Bai's house? The strange lines that sunk deep into the bowels of the house where the four little 'mice holes' were.
Mice…
Holes…
Lines…
His eyes bulging, Di Tou finally realised what was happening but by the time he realised his attack was already too far forward, and had gathered too much momentum, he couldn't simply stop it! More importantly, he had given up all his energy and cultivation for that one attack, the current him was probably weaker than even an ordinary mortal soldier and was truly no more than an old man…