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Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System. Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences. But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy! Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain... Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence. Before he knew it, his works became popular. Selected reader comments: “This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!” “With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.” “Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)” Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true! The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!” Lin Chuan, “Huh?” The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?” Lin Chuan's vision went dark. Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

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Chapter 183: Entering the Tomb (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

Qin Sisi's face also changed, "So, does that mean this is the most difficult place to enter and also the most dangerous?"

"Those words are not entirely correct. The danger coefficient of this ancient tomb is very high. Entering the tomb from the Xun Position, which is the southeast direction, is relatively safer. However, there should also be no shortage of traps," Lin Chuan explained as he walked forward.

Old Yao and Qin Sisi exchanged glances, greatly shaken.

The tomb passage was quite chilly.

Both of them had goosebumps.

Leading the way, Lin Chuan passed through the narrow stone gate and saw carved on the walls to either side Nanyue's distinctive totems and various symbols.

Everlasting Lamps hung above the tomb passage, but they had long since gone out.

The entire underground was pitch-black.

"Old Yao, was it there that you last lost touch with Zhao Shan?" Lin Chuan turned his head and asked.