林凡记得自己上辈子是怎么死的。挨千刀的，还不是死在妖魔手里，而是死在自己手里。

他记得自己当初怎么瞎猫碰上死耗子，捡到个破破烂烂的葫芦，说是能装妖魔 Nguyên liệu. Heedless of the risks, he dug up a bunch of potent artifacts left by a strong cultivator and stuffed them into the gourd, planning to corner the market and become rich.

But things didn't go as planned. The葫芦 started to overflow and exude an unspeakably evil aura, turning his own cultivation base into a demonic place. His subordinates were divided, some were directly turned into puppets, and some were forced to betray him because of the temptation of demonic energy. In the end, he was besieged and killed by his own people.

Before he died, he was full of regrets. He regretted why he was so obsessed with wealth, why he trusted others so much, and why he didn’t just let things be. If he hadn’t picked up that trash, wouldn’t he be a happy and carefree person now?

“Damn it, if I could go back, I’d stomp that damn gourd to death!” Lin Fan cursed in his heart.