Fang Xian knows this very well, because he himself is a 'traveler'.
He came to this world after his death in his previous life.
In the early morning, the alarm clock rang on time.
Fang Xian got up, washed up, and looked at his pale face in the mirror, as well as his eyes with slightly dark circles and bags under his eyes. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and murmured to himself: "Who said that there must be a golden finger to travel through time and develop?
of?"
He has used his life of more than 20 years in time travel to prove that a salted fish who travels through time is still a salted fish!
This is a world with advanced technology and even interstellar navigation. The level of civilization is much higher than that of previous generations.
Therefore, projects such as traditional fertilization and steelmaking that are necessary to make a fortune in ancient times can be killed directly - nonsense!
Because the historical development is completely different, there is no hope of making a fortune in the urban economy by following the general trend and reaping the benefits - negative review!
As for transporting civilized classics?
Haha... Fang Xian sadly discovered that he couldn't even write down the first chapter of the four famous novels! And if he just memorized the outline of the plot, he wouldn't have such good writing skills to interpret it perfectly.
Needless to say, this interstellar civilization has an overwhelming amount of spiritual food. There are countless masters and famous figures. It is simply a delusion to want to become famous in one fell swoop!
The most important thing is that Fang Xian found that there was something wrong with his mentality. In summary, salty fish is not terrible, but what is scary is that his heart has become salty fish.
"If you live in the lower class all your life, just be in the lower class. Anyway, you will earn money by living one more day... Being ordinary is the real thing, and living an ignoble life is a blessing..."
After being hypnotized like Ah Q, Fang Xian successfully accepted the fact that his family was born a dog or a dog, and he hurriedly finished making fun of himself and opened the door.
The place he was in was a two-story cement building, with people living on the second floor and the front of a store on the first floor. On the slightly old signboard were the five dim characters of "Fangji Pawn Shop".
This is where Fang Xian's greatest wealth and daily income lies.
"It's a pity... With a large number of undeveloped planets, real estate is not very valuable... Oh, what do I want to do with so much? Work hard to make money every day, go on blind dates, marry a not-so-good-looking but decent wife, and have a few children
My child, this whole life has just passed by..."
Fang Xian looked at the crowded hall and made himself a pot of tea, feeling very indifferent.
His pawn shop was like this. There was basically no business, and he didn't have enough to eat or starve to death every day.
"It seems there is no business today. Why don't we just close the door and go online? I still have a mission in "Legends of the Past"..."
In this world with advanced technology, 100% virtual reality games have already appeared, giving people an immersive experience, creating countless addicts in urban areas who can't even distinguish between virtual and reality, get married directly in the game, and plan to live a lifetime
Internet bugs are by no means uncommon.
Although Fang Xian was not addicted to this, he could not help but rely on spiritual food to pass the time.
"Hehe... maybe this is what those elite area bosses mean. In order to relieve stress and conflicts, they use virtual games to anesthetize low-class people like us. Alas... social class, civilization development..."
He murmured, then smiled bitterly: "So what if I can see clearly? I'm just a small person. I don't have the strength, and I don't have the mood. I can do whatever I want..."
Fang Xian drank the fragrant tea sadly and was about to close the door and play games. Suddenly, a figure flashed at the door, and a tall and thin middle-aged man walked in.
He is about thirty or forty years old, his hair is as messy as a chicken coop, his cheeks are sunken, and his eyes are bloodshot.
'How long have you been playing this game...'
Fang Xian secretly cursed, but a gentle smile appeared on his face: "This guest, do you want to pawn or redeem?"
"pawn!"
The middle-aged man threw a small black cloth bag on the table. After opening it, there was a simple paper book inside.
'Yo...an antique...'
Fang Xian felt happy.
In this era, the way to store information has long changed to various electronic media. This kind of paper book is really rare, and there seems to be a retro trend in the upper class community recently. This kind of ancient book can be decorated and sent to a big auction house.
, and got a good price.
The antiques industry originally does not open for three years, and lasts for three years after opening.
His face remained unchanged, he put on gloves and began to examine carefully.
The book cover showed a dark black color, and Fang Xian did not recognize the words on it.
After opening it, the paper inside was a little strange. It was light yellow in color and relatively thick. Even through gloves, it had an indescribable feeling when touched.
'Parchment? There are only seven pages, which is thinner than expected... But this text, can't it be alien text?'
There are too many languages and characters developed on one planet, but Fang Xian can confirm that this is not the language of this planet.
He frowned and asked: "It's difficult to decipher, so it's impossible to confirm the content, origin, rare or unique copy... The price is... I don't know whether the customer wants to be pawned alive or dead?"
"Damn it, I never want to see it again..."
The middle-aged man's lips were trembling, and his eyes seemed to reveal extremely frightened emotions.
‘It’s not stolen goods, is it?’
Fang Xian felt a shiver in his heart, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, with his sharp tongue, he began to lower the price severely, and finally got this ancient book at a very cost-effective price.
'You made a profit, you really made a profit today!'
After sending the middle-aged man away, Fang Xian stopped doing business and closed the door directly. With a hint of excitement on his face, he carefully studied the treasure he had received.
"Well...I can't even find it on the Internet. It seems like it's just a very niche text..."
Looking at the countless black earthworm-like words, Fang Xian suddenly felt a little dizzy.
The twisted fonts and inexplicable color seemed to be alive, slowly squirming.
"interesting……"
Fang Xian knew that there was a "peripheral drift illusion" pattern on the Internet. It was obviously static, but it could make people see the dynamic effect.
The text in this book seems to have some meaning in this regard.
He took off his gloves and touched the book, and the indescribable feeling became even stronger.
Fang Xian's mind began to fly unconsciously, thinking about the origin of this ancient book.
Hiss...hiss...
There was a burst of noise in his ears, and scenes of illusion seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
It was a trembling hand. Its owner looked crazy and was copying something from a huge book.
Surrounding the huge book is an altar filled with blood and viscera, filling a horrifying atmosphere.
As the scene changed, this manuscript began to circulate in the hands of different people, bringing them terrible misfortune.
Eventually, it was pawned by the previous owner and fell into his own hands.
"Is this...an illusion? I've played so many games that I can't tell the difference between virtuality and reality, right? I don't want to go to a mental hospital...and this book, a book of doom? Maybe it's a good gimmick, but I
Why do you think it's a codex?"
Fang Xian kept breathing and his expression kept changing: "Give it a name..."The Inexplicable Book"? "Xuandi Secret Sutra"? No, no, let's call it "Dongxuan Secret Record Copy", eh?
"
He looked at the black book cover, his expression suddenly stagnant.
He saw that the originally twisted fonts like earthworms continued to wriggle and combine in his eyes, becoming understandable and forming the six characters of "Dongxuan Secret Record Copy"...