The land in Qingshi Village is not suitable for farming, so most of the villagers make a living by hunting. The wild animals they hunt will be sold to the Tang family, who will transport the wild animals to the city and sell them in exchange for the money and food the villagers need, but they will charge some
cost.
In this dangerous world, no one would say anything if the Tang family did this, and everyone thought it was okay. Later, the old man of the Tang family even paid to open the road between the village and the city.
However, a strange thing happened a few days ago.
Tang Yun, the only young master of the Tang family, went out to sell goods with others, but he came back covered in blood and was found lying at the door of his house. He has not woken up until now.
Not only that, none of Feng Gouzi and Wang Qi who went out with Tang Yun came back.
Mr. Tang once asked people to search along the trail, but still found nothing. Instead, they found that the road was covered by falling earth and rocks, blocking a long section, and it would not be possible to clear it for a while.
This discovery gave the old man an ominous premonition. He desperately wanted to know what happened that day, but the only survivor was still unconscious.
Now that the road in the village was blocked again, he couldn't go to the city to ask a doctor to come over and treat the only seedling in the family.
Just when the Tang family was in a dark mood, the maid Xiaowan suddenly ran over out of breath and shouted: "Master, the young master is awake..."
"woke up?"
Mr. Tang didn't care about her lack of etiquette. He stood up quickly, waved his sleeves and ordered: "Hurry up and tell the servants to prepare hot water and food. Where is the wild ginseng I bought before? I used it."
The group of people hurried to the side courtyard and broke into the house almost violently.
The old man quickly asked: "How is the child? What happened that day?"
The young man leaned weakly on the bed. When he saw Mr. Tang, he smiled slightly and said, "Dad, the child is fine. I have made you worry."
"Let me tell you, father, what's going on with you?" The old man broke away from his wife's support, hurriedly came to the bed and sat down, holding Tang Yun's hand tightly, his face full of eagerness.
Mother clutched her handkerchief and said with worry: "That's right, we have been in a hurry these past two days..."
The old man coughed: "Let Xiaoyun calm down, you are too noisy."
When the family members were dignified, when he said this, the room suddenly fell into silence.
"I just woke up, my mind is a little confused, let me think about it." Tang Yun rubbed his forehead and sighed: "Dad, I'm a little tired now, why don't I talk to you in the morning."
"Even if you are resting, you must eat something first."
The old man waved his hand and asked his wife and concubines to bring the food, and he held a bowl of soup himself: "I drank the ginseng soup. I was afraid that you would find it bitter, so I put two candied dates in it for my father."
Tang Yun was also hungry, so he drank and said, "When we came back that day, we encountered a landslide. We had to hide in the dense forest nearby. There was a mass grave over there."
"Then what?" The old man's face looked a little ugly.
Tang Yun took a sip of the ginseng soup and said: "When we encountered a ghost, Feng Gouzi and the others were all dead. I have some skills and I managed to escape with my life."
"Ghost? Zombie?" the old man asked solemnly.
Tang Yun frowned and said in a deep voice: "No, it's a corpse."
"hiss……"
There was silence in the room, everyone looked at each other with a bit of worry on their brows.
Mr. Tang frowned, and he vaguely sensed something was wrong: "I will organize the villagers to clear the road as soon as possible. This matter cannot be underestimated. We must report it to the official as soon as possible."
There are no Jianghu sects near Qingshi Village, and it is located in a remote area with no warriors coming and going, so only the imperial court can deal with this kind of monster.
"Ghoul?"
Mrs. Tang chewed on this familiar word and planned to ask Li Biao, the nurse at home, to see if he knew anything.
The old man watched with his own eyes as Tang Yun drank the ginseng soup and ate two bowls of rice and a bear's paw. Then he had someone put away the bowls and chopsticks and cover Tang Yun with a quilt himself.
After hearing the words, he gave a few words and hurriedly left here with the people. This matter was not a trivial matter and must be treated with caution.
"Hey, what is this?"
Tang Yun opened his eyes, glanced at the crowds of people outside the house, and sighed helplessly: "Didn't I just stay up all night to become an immortal? Why did I just wear it right away?
Fortunately, the person wearing it is a young man. Although he is only one ten thousandth as handsome as me, it is enough. After all, not everyone can rely on their appearance to make a living."
As the successor of the new century, Tang Yun occasionally plays games. That day he found a good game and was about to download it and play it, but he ended up wearing it, which was very careless.
In the past few days of being in a coma, he had been digesting the memory of his original owner, trying not to reveal his true identity. There are real monsters in this world that can seize the body. If he is exposed, Tang Yun will have to go to the torture rack for a walk.
He remembered very clearly that he...no, the original owner of this body practiced martial arts all year round and often took people to the city to sell goods. As a result, there was a landslide on the way back. In order to take refuge, he ran into the dense forest and accidentally entered a mass grave. Then there was nothing like that.
.
There were corpses in the graveyard. The group of five people were caught off guard and three of them died as soon as they came face to face with them.
The remaining two broke through the mass graves, crossed the alley behind, and narrowly escaped alive. Another one died on the way, and finally only Tang Yun was left to return to Tang's house with a sigh of relief.
This world is really full of ghosts!!!
After going through his memory from beginning to end, Tang Yun discovered that if he were the protagonist of the novel, it would be a fantasy type, or a high-risk fantasy with no gods and monsters all over the place.
In this kind of start, there are no cheats or tricks. It is easier to wipe the neck directly. At least you know how you died.
fortunately.
He's hung up.
——
"Dog system, get out." Tang Yun muttered in his heart.
Suddenly, a panel that only he could see popped up in front of him.
Name: Tang Yun.
Age:19.
Constitution:3(5)
Cultivation:?
Skills: [Wind and Thunder Sword Technique (2/5)] [Cloud Step (2/5)]
Attribute points: 0
Skill points: 0
Copy: [Mass Burial Grave (not cleared)]
Tang Yun breathed a sigh of relief. This attribute was much better than that of many protagonists in their initial stage. Many of them were not even as strong as ordinary people at the beginning.
This body has practiced martial arts all year round, has strong energy and blood, and is strong and strong. It is much stronger than ordinary people. Otherwise, it would be impossible to escape the pursuit of the corpse ghost.
It's just that it has not been fully restored yet, otherwise the real attributes should be the numbers in brackets.
There is nothing in the properties panel, the key lies in the last line of text.
Copy!
That's right, have you ever played a game?
It's like breaking through levels and playing dungeons, but the system generates dungeons, which need to be combined with the real world. Preliminary estimates should be related to things like monsters and monsters. The specific prefix conditions need to be further explored.
Tang Yun only has one copy now, which is the place where the original owner encountered crisis... the Graveyard.
ps: I posted 4, I will never tj again. Really, can you please give me a recommendation vote?