pain! It hurts so much!
Han Zhao, who was sleeping soundly, felt a sharp and cold pain in his body, especially in his heart, as if he was holding an ice cube in the cold winter.
In his daze, he tried to get up, but his body felt numb and he couldn't move. He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
What happened?
Ghost on the bed? !
sudden death?
Han Zhao vowed never to stay up late again.
Suddenly, he found that his body could move.
When he opened his eyes, his vision was blurry.
'Is it still night? Han Zhao reached out and groped towards the bed, looking for his phone to check the time.
When did Simmons become a wooden bed?
His whole body froze, and his head seemed to have been hit hard. Some memories that did not belong to him flashed through his mind like a slideshow.
Han Zhao, who has the same name and surname as him, is sixteen years old and a native of Black Rock City, Yuanchang Prefecture, Yunzhou, Great Wei State.
His father, Han Lin, was the second-in-command of the Fuyuan Escort Agency in the city. He had an eldest brother named Han Cheng, who went on a trip when he was six years old. There was no news about him and he has not returned yet.
"Huh?!" Soon, a middle-aged man with a handsome face appeared in Han Zhao's memory, it was Han Lin.
Han Lin returned home with a pale face, saying that he was not going to die soon, and then handed a package to his predecessor.
The package contained some silver, two booklets, and a dark bead.
Han Lin gave a few brief instructions and left in a hurry.
When the predecessor picked up the black beads, he accidentally touched the wound left by his finger when cutting vegetables. A large amount of cold breath entered his body, and he finally died.
The memory fragment stops here.
Han Zhao was shocked, there was a fatal thing on the bed.
No wonder he felt a biting coldness in his chest at first, it was because of the beads.
He pushed hard on the bed board and struggled to sit up.
He got out of bed and came to the square table, touched the fire stick, and lit the oil lamp.
The dim flames immediately dispelled the darkness around his body, giving him a sense of security.
In front of him is a simple wooden bed, covered with quilts. About one meter apart on the right is another wooden bed.
Behind the table is an earthen stove. He had seen it at his grandmother's house when he was a child, and he was still clamoring to add firewood to it to make a fire.
Han Zhao took a few deep breaths to calm down.
Why did you stay up all night and travel through time!
However, the twenty-six-year-old migrant worker turned into a sixteen-year-old boy, which seemed to be okay.
Han Zhao picked up the oil lamp and walked to the bed. He saw an open package next to the quilt, and a bead as black as ink was lying inside.
He looked intently, sizing up this dangerous thing.
At this time, a light blue box appeared in his sight, with a line of small words inside:
[A bead containing Yin evil spirit, if touched by ordinary people, the Yin energy will enter the body, which may cause illness at worst, or death at worst. Now that the beads have absorbed enough yang energy, they are not much of a threat. However, it is best not to carry it with you as it may cause kidney deficiency and attract dirt. 】
"This is..." Han Zhao was stunned.
He turned his attention to the white booklet again, with three small words "Qiansi Yin" written on the cover.
[Qiansi Yin, a relatively superficial external training method, lacks the basic plan of entering the energy. With your qualifications, it is not recommended to practice. 】
The following sentence was completely redundant... Han Zhao felt shocked.
The skills Han Lin practiced were only superficial skills.
Then, he looked at the cyan booklet again.
[This is a basic set of internal exercises that can cultivate true energy and have the effect of prolonging life and strengthening the body. If you practice hard for 60 years with your qualifications, you will hopefully achieve great success, and then you can add 20 years to your life. 】
"I..." Han Zhao's chest felt tight.
wrong!
He reacted quickly.
According to my memory, there are warriors in this world who can break open monuments and crack rocks, fly over eaves and walk over walls, but they all practice 'strength'.
Martial arts practitioners are divided into four realms: skin training, bone training, blood training, and strength training.
Martial arts practitioners at the level of martial arts are respectfully called martial arts masters, and they are strong men who can open a gym and recruit disciples.
A Black Rock City, plus nearby affiliated villages, castles, and cottages, has a population of at least 200,000 to 300,000 people, but it only has 20 to 30 martial arts masters.
When you reach this level, you either continue to practice hard to seek a breakthrough, or you start enjoying life, so you basically won't take any action.
The quasi-martial arts masters in the blood training realm are the strongest combat forces that the major forces usually dispatch.
Han Lin is a quasi-martial arts master. He is a well-known and powerful man in the entire Black Rock City area, known as the 'Thousand Silk Hands'.
But the 'Qiansi Yin' practiced by Han Lin is also an external training method, and there is no internal training method to cultivate 'Zhen Qi'.
Han Zhao couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
When his eyes subconsciously shifted to the silver coins and banknotes, the small prompt appeared again.
[Silver, Da Wei Bao Chao, the common currency of the Wei Kingdom. Money is not everything, and no money is everything. Only by spending krypton gold can you become stronger. 】
'What a good father! Han Zhao was filled with emotion.
Han Lin hurried back, obviously to give away the exercises and beads.
The predecessor was frail and sick since childhood and was not suitable for martial arts training. On the contrary, his eldest brother Han Cheng had excellent qualifications and went out to work early.
When his predecessor wanted to practice martial arts, Han Lin gave him various precious medicinal materials and soaked him in medicinal baths in an attempt to improve his qualifications.
Otherwise, how could Han Lin, a quasi-martial arts master and second-in-command of the escort bureau, live in an outer city near a slum with only a few walls.
It took nearly ten years for the root bones of the predecessor to reach an inferior level.
Because he has not reached the level of skin training within one year of practicing martial arts, which will greatly increase the difficulty of breakthrough in the future, Han Zhao has not studied martial arts. Instead, he has been studying behind closed doors at home all day long.
Han Lin's idea was to at least raise Han Zhao's basic qualifications to the lower-middle level and then let him practice martial arts.
"This kind of qualification..." Han Zhao frowned slightly.
With such poor qualifications and his only backer having problems again, life will be difficult in the future.
He turned his attention to various objects in the room, and prompt messages appeared one by one.
[Table], [Stove], [Water Tank]...
[A young man with low qualifications and an "ordinary" appearance may have more money to make by eating soft food than by practicing martial arts. 】
In the bronze mirror, the young man had a sad face.
This reminder note may be useful to liven up the atmosphere, but it doesn't seem to be of much use.
Could he become a treasure appraiser?
This world is very cruel, and it is difficult to even protect yourself without force.
He lives in Xinqiaofang in the outer city, and Heilinfang not far away is the slum of Blackstone City. I heard that people inside can work hard for a few copper coins and a few steamed buns. They are found in dead corners of alleys and smelly ditches. Bodies are nothing new either.
Neighboring gangs and small gangs often fight over territory, and deaths are common.
In such a place where human life is regarded as nothing, if you don't practice martial arts, you are waiting to die.
Thinking of this, Han Zhao held on to a glimmer of hope and silently thought in his heart:
"system?!"
The next second, a shining golden panel appeared in his sight.
Name: Han Zhao
Attribute points: none
Entry: None
Martial Arts: None
"Is there really a system?!"
More words appear.
[Collect 10 reminder fragments to synthesize the entry? 】
"Wait! Isn't this the game I bought at Goose Factory?"
Han Zhao didn't react when he saw the prompt message just now. Now when he saw the property panel and the prompt message of the synthesized entry, he finally remembered.
He bought a game called 'Life Simulator', but he thought it was too difficult, so he bought a plug-in that added entry functions to cheat the game.
Did this thing come with you? !
Han Zhao muttered silently: "Synthesis."
[Synthesized once, it consumes 10 reminder fragments and 1 tael of gold. You must get the one-time basic entry 'Life Simulation'. 】
[The current balance is insufficient, please top up. 】
[If you want to become stronger, you must get krypton gold! 】
"Produced by Goose Factory, it is indeed..." The corner of Han Zhao's mouth twitched.
One tael of silver is equal to ten coins or one thousand coins.
One penny can buy two meat buns or a pound of brown rice in Black Rock City.
There is no magic rice ancestor in this world, and there is no hybrid rice. The actual purchasing power of one tael of silver exceeds the five thousand yuan in the previous life.
If the standard of living is to have enough food, one tael of silver is enough for a family of three for a year.
Escorts are a dangerous profession, so the monthly salary is not low. Ordinary escorts can earn five grand a month. There is a share of the escort fee, and there is settlement allowance if someone dies in battle.
As a quasi-martial arts master in the Blood Training Realm, Han Lin earns 20 taels of silver per month, plus bonuses at the end of the year, as well as some resources that even money can't buy.
Even so, the Han family only lived in the outer city, close to the slums. You can imagine how much money Han Lin spent on Han Zhao.
The ratio of gold to silver in the Wei Kingdom was 1:10, but in actual circumstances, it was difficult to exchange 10 taels of silver for 1 tael of gold.
Han Zhao collected the silver and banknotes on the bed. Including the broken silver, it was about 18 taels. The banknotes were 10 taels in denomination, 3 in total, and there were some scattered copper coins.
48 taels is a huge sum of money.
【A poor guy! 】
Cue an untimely appearance.
"Recharge." Han Zhao tried.
No response.
"Good guy, do you have to exchange silver into gold? It's really gold!" Han Zhao couldn't help but sneered.
It seems that we have to wait until daybreak to go to the bank in the inner city to exchange for gold.
"How to live next?"
Han Zhao's face looked a little uncertain.
Although 'Thousand Silk Jin' lacks the fundamental picture and cannot enter the Jin, it is still a treasure for people in the outer city.
Once the news of Han Lin's death came out, he would just be a child holding money to get through the busy city.
"You must become stronger immediately and find a backer at the same time."
The martial arts gym opened by the martial arts master in the city is a good place to go. All you have to do is pay.
However, being an apprentice can only temporarily suppress some people. The best way is to directly hand over the hot potato of 'Qiansi Yin' to maximize the benefits.
...
With complicated emotions, Han Zhao sat on the bed until dawn.
When the time was almost up, he put the money and secrets close to his body.
Looking at the black beads lying on the bed, he hesitated, wrapped them in cloth, put them in an iron box, and then placed them under the floor tiles under the bed.
Squeak~
Han Zhao opened the door, and the cold wind that came his way made him tighten his neck to prevent the cold wind from pouring in through his collar.
He hates winter.
There is a small yard in front of me, and on the right there is a small vegetable field with radishes planted in it.
There are several wooden shelves in the open space on the left. There are bamboo sieves on the shelves, which contain cured meat and dried radish.
The broom lay crookedly beside the courtyard wall at the gate. The courtyard showed traces of careless sweeping, and the footprints on the ground were faintly visible.
Han Zhao felt hot in his heart.
He picked up the broom and completely swept away the footprints left by Han Lin on the ground, then left his own footprints and walked out of the door.
Walking in the alley, pedestrians would greet him warmly from time to time, and he would silently nod in response according to the personality of his predecessor in his memory.
Xinqiaofang is in the south of the city, and the bank is in Yonghefang, the most prosperous area in the inner city.
He found the right direction and walked quickly towards the north.
There are more than a dozen squares in Black Rock City, each of which is equivalent to a small village.
The closer we get to the inner city, the wider the streets become and the more people there are. There are people carrying burdens on the road, people driving cattle carts to deliver goods, and there are also vendors hawking.
"Freshly delivered pork buns! Three for a penny!"
"Cooking cakes! Selling cooking cakes!"
"Repair the pot! Replenish the iron pot!"
There are teahouses, taverns, pawn shops, workshops, and all kinds of shops. In the open spaces between shops, there are many small stalls with big umbrellas. The traders are shouting at the beggars huddled on the roadside to get out.
The street extended to the north and south. Han Zhao walked to the city gate at the end and entered the inner city.
With the tall tower as the center, there are rows of buildings and shops on both sides. There are more vendors and pedestrians, the streets are cleaner and tidier, and the beggars are gone.
Most people's faces are filled with happy smiles.
Inner cities, outer cities, slums.
Three areas and three worlds constitute the entire Black Rock City.
