The setting sun is like blood, and the clouds in the sky are reflected like fire.
The golden afterglow slanted into the house through the missing window lattice, and countless tiny dusts flew freely in the air.
On the shelves, gold-painted paper ingots shone brightly, and stacks of paper money, as white as snow, were scattered all over the floor.
The red candle lit on the counter next to her flickered unsteadily, reflecting the smile of the girl tied with paper under the table, which seemed a little strange.
This is a ghost shop.
Suddenly, a pale palm suddenly touched the counter.
The sharp nails gripped the counter tightly, leaving scratch marks and making a harsh sound. The blue meridians on the back of the hand were particularly obvious under the light.
It can be seen that he works hard.
Then there is the second hand,
Then use both hands together,
Hold on!
I saw a pale face emerging from under the counter, with sunken eye sockets and thick dark circles, like a drug addict who had only a few days to live.
He glanced around the room in confusion, thoughts flashing in his eyes.
Then he casually grabbed the teapot that had been cold for who knows how long on the table, and poured it into the spout.
The coolness dispelled the burning dryness in my throat, and the memories in my mind gradually came to life.
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My name is Fang Chang, I am male and I like women.
I'm playing a game called "Fairy and Demon".
I've traveled through time.
Everyone has the same opportunity to travel through time, and I am just one of them. I calmly accepted the gift given to me by fate.
This is a country similar to the ancient dynasty in the East, called Datang.
But the emperor's surname was neither Li nor Wu.
This is the 312th year of the Tang Dynasty and the fourth year of Yongtai.
This is Annan Road, Wanchuan Prefecture, and Qianzhu County in Tang Dynasty.
I am the No. 1 heir to the shop at No. 88 Changliu Street in the county, the Shengshengzhai.
As a time traveler, I followed the tradition of all the time traveler predecessors and killed my father as soon as I came here.
He died suddenly and passed away peacefully, there should be no pain...right?
Of course, my mother is already gone.
At the beginning, my parents were offering sacrifices to heaven, and I thought I was about to take off.
Fertile fields, mountains full of gold and silver, mansions and servants, delicacies, wives and concubines...
No!
It’s gone, nothing is gone!
The paper here is whiter than my face, printing technology has been improved a long time ago, and even glass soap is available!
If I am so arrogant, what kind of time traveler should I be?!
Don't be such a bully!
I was depressed and felt that life was like this.
Until that night.
The wind was strong and my butt was slightly cold.
I suddenly had an urgent need to urinate. As soon as I entered the latrine and squatted down, I found three thieves climbing over the backyard fence.
I didn't make a sound.
Because they looked tall and strong, and they had knives on their waists.
I understand the rules of the world.
If you look at their faces, seeking wealth will turn into murder.
I thought they would just take some stuff and leave.
Anyway, I had already buried the dozens of taels of silver at home. The most they could do was take some paper money home and burn it to their motherfuckers.
Not long after, the two thieves fled from the house in panic, as if they had encountered some monster, and they did not even dare to look back.
I secretly despised them and then shook my pants.
You are already a thief, yet you are so cowardly.
Um?
Why are there only two people and one more?
Then I saw my paper girl standing at the door with a bloody paper knife in her hand, smiling blankly at me.
It was a paper figurine made by my father, and I helped apply the blush on the face.
I'm so fucking depressed!
I hid in the toilet all night, and I didn't dare to come out until three o'clock in the morning, when the yang energy in the world was at its strongest.
Then I saw the paper girl from yesterday standing in the shadow behind the door, smiling happily, motionless, and looking innocent.
At her feet was a man whose body and head were separated. His head rolled to the side like a ball, and the blood on the ground had dried.
I know this face full of fear, he is the gangster on the street.
I knew I was in trouble.
When the two escaped gangsters come to their senses, whether they go to the government to report the crime or continue to bring people to take revenge, I will not be able to escape.
Unfortunately, I can't report the crime myself because the explanation is unclear.
Of course, they may be scared to death and dare not say anything.
But I don't believe in their professional code.
Dad, dad.
You will die when you die, but you have to pass on your magic power to me before you die.
When I saw the paper girl protecting the house, I didn't know that my father was actually a strange folk figure.
I spent a lot of effort to bury Wang Er's body in the backyard.
I don’t dare to go even if it’s buried far away.
Then I went to dig through my father's belongings, thinking that I should leave a few magic weapons for me.
Not greedy either.
At least let me know how to control the paper man.
After all, the little girl looks quite fierce.
Hard work pays off.
I found a fragment of the manuscript under the shrine where my father worshiped. It was said to be a fragment, but in fact it was only three pages.
There is a page about introducing Qi into the body, a page about making a puppet, and a page about a suicide note.
The suicide note was written by my father.
It said that if I have the fate to find this method, I can try to enter the immortal path of cultivation. Otherwise, if I don't have enough luck, forcing myself to practice will only harm others and myself.
Also, just don't try to avenge him.
revenge???
Gan!
I don't want to take revenge at all!
And you should at least tell me who your enemy is, otherwise I will not be able to avoid him in the future.
The more I dare not delay.
Even a man as powerful as my father would not dare to take revenge. If my enemy knew that he still had a son alive, would I still have a chance to survive?
But when I looked at the chapter on Introducing Qi into the Body, I found that this thing does not seem to be an orthodox practice method, and there are actually some rituals required.
Can everything depend on luck?
I secretly bought the materials needed to decorate the ceremony. After hesitating for two days, I decided to put it together.
Because I found a few familiar gangsters lingering outside the yard.
That was the acquaintance of gangster Wang Er.
And Wang Er is buried under my feet.
I started the ritual, wish me luck.
…
…
…
"Did you make it?"
Fang Chang blinked and felt a phantom suddenly shaking in front of his eyes.
Just like the black-and-white TV set he had seen at the antique market, the screen would flicker every time the channel jumped.
He thought about it.
Then I patted my head and the picture stabilized.
It was a small golden finger-like pattern that stayed just below his field of vision, flickering and shining with golden light.
Fang Chang couldn't help but be silent for two seconds.
Because he knows this thing.
It was the skill icon in the game "Fairy and Demon" he played.
Writing is a cheat, reading is an appraisal, a basic skill of the game.
What a shabby Goldfinger, you’re still late.
Fang Chang silently threw an identification spell on himself.
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Name: Fang Chang
Race: Human race
Level:3(23/30)
Realm: ordinary
Occupation: Puppet Master LV1
Physique: Mutated spirit body (unnamed) - a physique resulting from the fusion of mysterious powers, the effect is unknown? (please explore on your own)
Boy's Body - Cultivation speed increased by 5% (can be upgraded)
Kung Fu: Introducing Qi into the body (middle level)
Spiritual art: paper puppet art (high-grade magic)
Equipment: None
Alignment: None
Title: None
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After staring at the panel for a long time, Fang Chang put it away with some lack of interest, muttering the beautiful mother tongue from his hometown.
Lose your life!!!
I think that when I was young and a good-looking man, I could only live to be thirty-five?!
Fang Chang was completely exhausted.
Only then did he understand that the so-called ritual of introducing Qi into the body was essentially an exchange of sacrifices, trading lives for krypton gold to upgrade.
No wonder his father died so early.
After all, looking at his face, he doesn't look like a short-lived person.
Of course, he was able to successfully introduce the martial arts, master the magic power at the mundane stage, and activate the golden finger, all because of this ritual.
Although there are only two points of mana...
After using it once for identification, only a little was left.
"Yaoshou!"
Fang Chang looked up to the sky and sighed, then touched his belly and went into the kitchen, deciding to eat before talking.
…
The afterglow dissipates and night falls.
In the kitchen.
While Fang Chang was nibbling on the cold and hard steamed buns, he raised a piece of dried ginseng as thick as his thumb and stuffed it into his mouth.
The posture was as if this was not a wild ginseng that had been treasured for decades, but a pickled vegetable bangzi that had just been dug out of the jar.
But with this wild ginseng in his belly, Fang Chang finally felt like he was alive.
A hot breath continued to spread in his stomach, and his whole body felt warm. Fang Chang couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally had enough to eat and drink.
Fang Chang resisted the urge to throw identification skills on himself.
He only has two mana points. He just used the identification spell once, and if he uses it again, he will have no mana left.
In "Fairy and Demon", mana can be restored over time by itself, or you can meditate and adjust your breath to speed up the recovery.
I don't know if it's the same here.
But he couldn't wait any longer.
Wang Er's accomplice may be staying outside the house, and he doesn't know when he will lose his patience. The later it is, the more dangerous it will be.
He must master the power to protect himself as soon as possible.
Fang Chang stood in front of his bedroom door, took a deep breath, and then pushed it gently.
Inside the room, there was a little girl tied with paper, wearing blush, smiling happily, and looking straight at him with a pair of big dark eyes.
"long time no see."
Fang Chang smiled dryly at the girl and put the knife in his sleeve conditionally.
Although he knew that she would not hurt him, Fang Chang still felt a little panicked.
In the game, he can dominate the world and make waves, with a posture that makes me blind even if God doesn't kill me.
But in reality, he is just a somewhat boring otaku.
After traveling through time, all he wanted at first was to be a rich man. No matter how greedy he was, he could only have a few wives.
But who would have thought that this is still a world full of gods and ghosts.
He understood that if he still had the idea of being rich and content with the situation, he would probably die without knowing how he would die in the future.
Fang Chang approached the paper girl step by step.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the house.
The paper girl suddenly blinked at him.
Protruding!
Fang Chang's hair stood on end immediately, but at this moment he showed a different ferocity than usual.
He took two quick steps, cut the palm of his hand with the knife in his sleeve, and pressed it directly on the head of the paper girl.
Blood flowed across the face of the paper girl, and the remaining mana spat out.
"Paper puppetry!"
Fang Chang was running an unfamiliar spiritual technique, and he felt as if something was being drawn out of his body along with his blood.
The feeling of weakness and fatigue came over me like a tide.
His eyelids couldn't help trembling, and he wanted to fall asleep.
"Gan!"
Fang Chang stabbed himself in the thigh with a knife.
The extreme pain made him wake up quickly. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the paper girl whose head was stained red with blood.
I saw his blood dripping into the paper girl.
The expression on the girl's face suddenly became vivid, and the shriveled paper skeleton became fuller little by little.
The pupils that were originally dull and lifeless also became a little more lively.
After a while, the cheeks of the paper girl, who was a little sinister just now, turned porcelain white, just like a porcelain doll.
Fang Chang let go after he noticed something was a little more in his mind.
"protect me!"
He felt relieved and let out a hard-held breath.
Fang Chang's feet softened, and he fell as softly as noodles in front of the paper girl, falling into a coma.
After receiving the instruction, the paper girl's eyes glowed with a faint red light, and she stared at Fang Chang on the ground for a while.
Then she took out a bloody paper knife from behind, walked to the door of the house, and looked at the dark front, motionless.
New book for newcomers, don’t miss it if you pass by.
