Gou was 100 years before the game opened

Chapter 1 Confessions of a Traveler
The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the clouds in the sky like a fire.

The golden afterglow shone obliquely into the room through the window lattice with missing corners, and countless fine dust danced wantonly in the air.

On the shelves, gold-painted paper ingots were shining brightly, and stacks of paper money were as white as snow, scattered all over the floor.

The red candle lit on the counter next to it was flickering, reflecting the smile of the paper-stitched girl under the table, with an indescribable weirdness.

This is a ghost shop.

Suddenly, a pale palm slammed onto the counter.

The sharp nails clung to the counter tightly, leaving a series of scratches, making a piercing sound, and the blue meridian on the back of the hand was very obvious under the light.

It can be seen that he is very hard.

Then there is the second hand,

Then use both hands together,
Hold on!
I saw a pale face appearing from under the counter, with sunken eye sockets and thick dark circles, like a drug addict whose time is numbered.

He swept across the room in a little confusion, thinking flashed in his eyes.

Then he casually grabbed the teapot that had been cold for an unknown amount of time on the table, and poured it vigorously at the spout.

The coolness dispelled the burning dryness in his throat, and the memories in his mind gradually came to life.

……

My name is Fang Chang. I am male and I like female.

I'm playing a game called "Fairy Demon".

I crossed.

Everyone has an equal opportunity to time travel, and I am just one of them. I calmly accepted the gift of fate.

This is a country similar to the ancient oriental dynasty, named Datang.

But the emperor's surname is neither Li nor Wu.

At this time, it was the second year of 310 in the Tang calendar, and the fourth year of Yongtai.

This is Datang Annan Road, Wanchuan Prefecture, and Qianzhu County.

I am the No. 80 heir of the No. [-] shop, No. [-], Changliu Street, Changliu Street, in the county - the No. [-] heir of Xiangshengzhai.

As a time traveler, I followed the consistent tradition of all time traveler predecessors, and killed my father as soon as I came here.

Died suddenly, walked very peacefully, there should be no pain... right?

Of course, my mother is long gone.

At the beginning, my parents sacrificed to the heavens, and I thought I was about to take off.

Improved papermaking, movable type printing, glass making, soap making, perfume making, gunpowder making...

I'm ready.

Let wealth come more violently!

Ten thousand fertile fields, mountains full of gold and silver, mansions with strong servants, delicious food, good wives and beautiful concubines...

Do not!
It's gone, it's gone!

The paper here is whiter than my face, the printing technique has been improved a long time ago, and even glass soap is available!

It's so overstated, why am I still a time traveler? !

Don't bring such bullying!

I was depressed and felt that life was just like this.

until that night.

The wind is strong and the butt is slightly cool.

I had a sudden urgency to urinate, but just as I squatted down in the latrine, I found three thieves crawling in from the backyard wall.

I didn't say anything.

Because they look tall and strong, with knives pinned to their waists.

I understand the rules of the rivers and lakes.

If you look at their faces, it will be fatal to make money.

I thought they would just grab something and leave.

Anyway, I buried the dozens of taels of silver at home, and they would at most take some paper money home and burn it to the fuck.

It didn't take long for the two thieves to escape from the house in a panic, as if they had encountered some monster, and they didn't even dare to turn their heads.

I secretly despised them, then shook my pants.

They are all thieves, and they are so timid.

Ok?
Why are there only two people and one more?

Then I saw my paper figurine 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 to apply the blush on the face.

What the hell-- my mentality has collapsed!

I hid in the latrine all night, and didn't dare to come out until the sun was high and the sun was at its best.

Then I saw the paper girl from yesterday standing in the shadow behind the door, smiling, motionless, looking innocent.

At her feet was a man with his head and body separated, his head rolled aside like a ball, and the blood on the ground had dried up.

I know this face full of fear, he is the second of the street gangsters.

I know I'm in trouble.

When the two escaped gangsters come to their senses, no matter whether I go to the government to report the crime or continue to bring people to revenge, I will not escape.

But I can't report it myself because I can't explain it clearly.

Of course, they may also be scared to death and dare not say anything.

But I don't trust their code of conduct.

Daddy.

You die as soon as you die, but you have to pass on your mana to me before you die.

Seeing the girl made of paper figurines in the nursing home, I didn't know that my father was actually a folk wonder.

I spent a lot of effort to bury Wang Er's body in the backyard.

I dare not go even if it is buried far away.

Then I went to search for my father's belongings, thinking that I should leave some magic weapons for me anyway.

Nor greedy.

At least let me know how to manipulate paper figurines.

After all, the little girl looks fierce.

Hard work pays off.

I found a remnant copy under the shrine enshrined by my father. It is said to be a remnant copy, but it is actually only three pages.

There is one page about introducing Qi into the body, one page about paper puppet making, and one page of suicide note.

The suicide note was written by my father.

It said that if I have the destiny to find this method, then I can try to step into the path of cultivation and immortality, otherwise I will not have enough luck, and I will only harm others and myself if I force myself to practice.

Also, just don't try to avenge him.

revenge? ? ?

Gan!
I don't want revenge at all!

And you should at least tell me who the enemy is, otherwise how can I avoid him in the future.

I dare not delay more and more.

Even a man with magic power like my father dare not take revenge. If I let my enemy know that he still has a son alive, can I still survive?

But I looked at the article on Introducing Qi into the Body, and found that this thing does not seem to be an orthodox method of practice, and there is even a ritual to be arranged.

Can it all be done by luck?

I secretly bought the materials needed for the arrangement of the ceremony, hesitated for two days, and decided to put it together.

Because I found a few familiar gangsters lingering outside the yard.

That was the acquaintance of the gangster Wang Er.

And Wang Er was buried under my feet.

I started the ritual, wish me luck.

……

……

……

"Did you make it?"

Fang Chang blinked, feeling a sudden phantom shaking in front of his eyes.

It was like the black and white TV set he had seen in the antique market. Every time he jumped to the channel, the screen would flicker like this.

He thought about it.

Then he patted his head, and the picture really stabilized.

It was a small golden finger-shaped pattern, just below his field of vision, twinkling and shining with golden light.

Fang Chang couldn't help being silent for two seconds.

Because he knows this stuff.

It was the skill icon in the game "Immortal Demon" he played.

Writing is cheating, reading is identification, a basic game skill.

What a shabby Goldfinger, it's still late.

Fang Chang silently threw an identification technique on himself.

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Name: Fang Chang

Race: Terran

Level: 3 (23/30)

Boundary: Ordinary

Occupation: Puppeteer LV1
Physique: Variant spirit body (unnamed)—a physique obtained by fusion of mysterious forces, the effect is unknown? (please explore by yourself)
Child Body——Cultivation speed increased by 5% (can be upgraded)

Root bone: 66
Fortune: 1
Karma: 0
Shou Yuan: 18/35 (reduced life)
Health: 12/24 (weakened)
Stamina: 3/12 (extreme hunger and thirst)
Attributes: strength 1.5, constitution 0.8, agility 1.1, spirit 2.0
Mana: 1/2
Cultivation method: Entraining Qi into the body (medium-level method)

Spiritual Art: Paper Doll Puppet Art (Level [-])
Equipment: none
Faction: None
name: none
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After staring at the panel for a while, Fang Chang put it away with some disinterest, chanting the beautiful mother tongue from his hometown.

Life discount! ! !

Thinking that I was young and handsome, but I can only live to be 35 years old? !

Fang Chang was completely exhausted.

Only then did he understand that the essence of the so-called qi-introduction ceremony was a kind of exchange of sacrifices, and it was a life-saving upgrade.

No wonder his father died so early.

After all, judging by his face, he doesn't look like a short-lived person.

Of course, it was all thanks to this ceremony that he was able to successfully learn the skills, master mana at the ordinary stage, and activate the golden finger.

Although only two points of mana...

After using an appraisal, there is only one point left.

"Yao Shou!"

Fang Chang looked up to the sky and sighed, then rubbed his stomach, and went into the kitchen, deciding to eat first before talking.

……

Afterglow dissipated, night fell.

Inside the kitchen.

While gnawing on the cold and hard steamed buns, Fang Chang lifted a piece of dried ginseng that was as thick as a thumb and stuffed it into his mouth.

That posture, as if this is not the precious wild ginseng of decades, but the pickle clapper just dug out of the jar.

But with this wild ginseng in his stomach, Fang Chang finally felt like he was alive.

A hot breath continued to spread in the stomach, and the whole body was warm, and Fang Chang couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

Finally eat and drink enough.

Fang Chang resisted the urge to throw the identification technique on himself.

He only has two points of mana. He used the identification technique just now, and if he uses it again, he will have no mana to use.

In "Fairy and Demon", mana can be recovered by itself over time, or it can be accelerated by meditating and adjusting breath.

I don't know if it's the same here.

But he couldn't wait.

Wang Er's accomplice may stay outside the house, and he doesn't know when he will be unable to bear it, and it will be more dangerous if it is later.

He must grasp 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 gently.

Inside the house, a paper-made little girl with blush on her cheeks and a charming smile stared straight at him with her big dark eyes.

"long time no see."

Fang Chang smiled dryly at the girl, and conditionally put the knife in his hand into his sleeve.

Knowing that she would not hurt him, Fang Chang was still a little flustered.

In the game, he can dominate the wind and clouds, wave the sky and waves, and act like if God doesn't cut me off, he will be blind.

But in reality, he is just a somewhat sullen otaku.

After traveling through time, what he thought at first was just to be a rich man, no matter how greedy he was, it was nothing more than a few daughters-in-law.

But who would have thought that this is still a world of ghosts and ghosts.

He understood that if he still had the idea of ​​being rich and happy with the situation before, he might die in the future without knowing how to die.

Fang Chang approached the paper figurine girl step by step.

Footsteps echoed in the house.

The paper girl blinked at him suddenly.

Convex (fuck dish f*ck)!

Fang Chang's hair stood on end immediately, but at this moment he showed a different vigor than usual.

He took two quick steps, the knife in his sleeve cut his palm, and pressed it directly on top of the paper girl's head.

Blood flowed down the paper girl's cheek, and the little mana left was spat out.

"Paper puppet art!"

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 exhaustion came like a flood.

His eyelids kept 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 seeping into the paper figurine girl little by little.

And the expression on the girl's face suddenly became vivid, and the shriveled skeleton of the paper figurine gradually became fuller.

The pupils that were originally dull and lifeless also became a little more agile.

After a while, the cheeks of the paper girl who was still a bit gloomy just now turned porcelain white, like a porcelain doll.

After Fang Chang realized that there was something more in his mind, he let go.

"protect me!"

His mind was relaxed, and he let out a breath that he was holding on to.

Seeing that Fang Chang's feet were soft, he fell softly in front of the paper girl like noodles, and fell into a coma.

After receiving the order, the paper figurine girl's eyes glowed red, 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, stared at the dark front, and remained motionless.

　Newcomers and new books, don't miss it when you pass by.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)