Drowsily, Wang Zijia opened his eyes.
What you see is a dark room, several square meters in size and about two meters high, which looks extremely small and cramped.
It seems to be a secret room, or a secret compartment.
At this moment, he was lying on his side on the ground in a weird posture. On the ground in front of him, there was a piece of brown blood. Not only had it dried up, but it was also a little black and looked a little oozing.
Wang Zijia subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth, and there was also a little dried blood scab.
It seemed that he had been sitting cross-legged in the room before, suddenly vomited blood, fell sideways and died.
He sat up in confusion and looked around. The room was not only small, but also empty. Except for an open small box in front of him, there was only an empty bottle tightly held in his hand.
There was nothing else, not even a table or stool. Under the buttocks, sitting is a tuanfu.
Where is this?
"Um... wasn't I visiting the night market?"
By the way, night market, fire.
His thoughts returned, and the last scene that was fixed in his mind was that of him being hit to death by something falling from a burning building on the street in a chaotic night market and crowded crowds.
It seems that he is an unlucky man who jumped off the building with a pile of belongings?
Uh... Now that he's the one taking the back seat, doesn't that mean he's even more unlucky?
So what's going on now, the little dark room in the underworld?
As his thoughts rolled around, as soon as he thought of this, before he could do anything else, a stinging pain rushed into his mind.
"hiss······"
The stinging pain in his head was like exploding, and it hit him like a tsunami. Along with it, there were more than ten years of memories, and a bunch of messy information rushing in.
Wang Zijia, who was already a little confused, was instantly stunned and took a deep breath subconsciously.
Wang Zijia, sixteen years old, was from the outskirts of Wanyu Immortal Sect and a member of Wanyu Immortal City.
His father was originally a handyman disciple of Wanyu Immortal Sect. Because he was too old to enter the outer sect, he was sent to live in Wanyu Immortal City and worked as a handyman in the sect's shop.
After decades of hard work, he bought a small courtyard in the city and gave birth to a son, named Wang Zijia, which means "hope that the son will succeed well."
He died suddenly a few months ago and his duties were taken over by his son.
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After a long time, Wang Zijia managed to sort out the information and roughly figured out his current situation.
That's right, he traveled through time!
And he has traveled to a fairy world!
According to my memory, the original person's life experience is pretty good. Although he is not a second-generation immortal, he at least has a car and a house. Both his parents are dead, and he has an inherited iron rice bowl, which is a standard flat-bed template.
But... Wang Zijia looked at the empty bottle in his hand and touched the dried blood at the corner of his mouth...
According to the memory, the original person suddenly vomited blood and died in this quiet room.
In addition, his father seemed to have died suddenly and strangely. Although there was no enemy or anything in his memory, from the third-person perspective of the time traveler, it was clear that the father and son were being targeted by someone.
As for the reason...who knows, after all, in the memory of the original owner, he didn't even know how he died.
Before he died, he was meditating on the martial arts when he suddenly suffered severe pain all over his body. His face changed drastically, and he swallowed the only elixir left by his father. Unfortunately, it was of no use. He eventually vomited blood and died.
After roughly sorting out the information, Wang Zijia frowned slightly and looked at the small box in front of him.
The box is only the size of a laptop and about ten centimeters high. In addition to several books, there were dozens of jade stones the size of copper coins, which seemed to be coins.
Because the box was open, some blood was sprayed on it before the original person died. But it was only stained on the boxes, books and jade coins, not at all.
Wang Zijia first looked at the jade and copper coins.
According to memory, this is called Dharma money, which contains spiritual power and is the currency used by practitioners. This money is the balance of his father's and his salary in the past few months.
One per month, nothing more.
Curiously, he picked up a jade and copper coin. It felt as warm and moist as jade. It was transparent and had light flowing inside. It seemed to be a little more valuable than the finest mutton-fat white jade.
Such a good jade was made into the shape of a copper coin. If it were in the previous life, I don't know how many people would have scolded it for wasting natural resources.
After looking at the jade coin for a moment, Wang Zijia put it down and picked up the books in the box.
Not many, only four thin booklets in total, about the size of two palms, with simple styles.
"Basic Skills of Wanyu", "Introduction to Talisman Masters: Making Talisman Papers and Talisman Cards"
"Latent Shadow Skill", "Thirteen Slashes with the Wandering Dragon Short Sword"
According to memory, the first two books were his father's relics. One was about cultivating immortals, and the other was about spells. They were the most precious things in the family.
The next two books are martial arts and martial arts.
It was the original owner's father who, after discovering that the original owner had no qualifications for cultivation, specially acquired high-level martial arts for him in order to allow him to survive in the city without being bullied after his death.
Unfortunately, before the original owner could achieve anything famous, his father died suddenly and unexpectedly.
With some curiosity, Wang Zijia first picked up the "Basic Skills of Wanyu", the so-called practice skills, and opened it.
As Wang Zijia opened the book, a faint spiritual light flashed from the words in the book. The book is not thick, with only more than a thousand words. Wang Zijia glanced through it in just a moment.
A magical thing happened. After he read the entire article, the related memories in his mind quickly disappeared. In just a moment, they disappeared without a trace.
Except for the name of the technique, he didn't remember anything at all.
This is not a special case, the same is true for the original owner. According to memory, this is the most intuitive manifestation of lack of cultivation qualifications.
In this world, it is difficult for those without spiritual roots to transcend the world!
Wang Zijia, who did not believe in evil, read it twice again, and then read "Introduction to the Talisman Master: Making Talisman Papers and Talisman Cards" twice. It was all like this. He forgot it after reading it, and did not retain any memory.
Frowning, he flipped through the remaining martial arts and martial arts, which was no problem. The martial arts are stealth-based, and the martial arts are dagger-based. When combined, they probably belong to the assassin style.
The life-saving effect is very good, which shows the good intentions of the predecessor's father.
According to memory, the predecessor had been practicing for several years, and the progress was average, at least for a practicing family. Having barely passed through the primary stages of physical training and internal organs training, I just got started.
The distance from Xiantian is not short.
"Ha, so as a time traveler, you don't even have any spiritual roots?"
"What the hell kind of opening is this?"
After a while, Wang Zijia frowned after confirming the basic situation.
"By the way, where is my golden finger? As a time traveler, you can't live without a golden finger, right?"
As soon as this idea came up, Wang Zijia felt a golden light in his mind, and he fell into chaos again.
When he came back to his senses, he had come to a strange space, surrounded by gray and a golden object, standing in the air, like the sun in the space.
For no reason, he knew that this was his sea of consciousness.
The golden object shimmered with golden light, and then gradually dimmed. After a few breaths, the light dissipated, revealing its true appearance.
That is, a golden scale.
The scale is about the size of an arm and is made entirely of red gold, giving people a sense of mystery and nobility.
"Is this...one of the objects that killed me?"
Looking at the scale, Wang Zijia felt strange yet familiar. The scene before death flashed through his mind, and finally settled on the corner of a package, with golden light flowing faintly.
Ha, so I was hit by this golden finger and traveled through time?
Before Wang Zijia could continue to think, as he focused his attention on the golden scale, the scale vibrated slightly, and a strange message emerged.
It was obscure but not difficult to understand. It seemed as if he was born to understand this information.
Translated, to put it bluntly, it’s probably...
Tao Fruit: Equivalent Balance
Effect: equivalent exchange
Effect: All digested things in the body can be converted into equivalents, regardless of whether they are empty or real.
For example: fat can be converted into muscle, blood can be converted into hair, cooking skills can be converted into craftsmanship, etc.
Note: This conversion is equivalent, not equivalent. For example, one kilogram of fat will not be converted into one kilogram of muscle, but only muscle of the same value.
Restriction 1: Not convertible between each other. For example, after one kilogram of fat is converted into one hundred grams of muscle, it cannot be converted back again. But it can be converted compoundly, that is, these 100 grams of muscle, plus one gram of original muscle, can be converted into more than 1,000 grams of fat again.
Restriction 2: Virtual and real are not interchangeable, that is, body-related can only be converted to physical-related, experience-related skills can only be converted to experience-related.
Restriction 3: Conversion can only be based on what you already have, not something created out of nothing. For example, if you don't have muscle in your body, you can't use fat to convert it into more muscle. To convert, you need at least one gram of starting muscle.
Special reminder: The realm of exercises belongs to the virtual experience category, and the realm of cultivation belongs to the physical body category.
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Um, equivalent exchange?
Tao fruit?
Although there are many restrictions, it looks so awesome!
How to use it?
As soon as the thought appeared, Wang Zijia was stunned again.
As his thoughts emerged, the scales flickered slightly, and then the chaotic sea of consciousness began to vibrate slightly uncontrollably. Illusive weights appeared suddenly and revolved around the scales.
There are big and small weights, all illusory, and they are all divided into two categories.
One is silvery white and the other is black iron color.
There are a lot of both types of weights, but most of them are in the shape of illusory light points and are extremely small. Just some weights, finger-sized.
If he hadn't seen the big weights, Wang Zijia would have just thought they were light spots and wouldn't have thought about the weights at all.
He reached out and made a move, and the largest weight in the black iron color flew over.
Weight: Curse Mixed with Poison
Status: Suppressed
Value: 6
Introduction: A strange mixture of poisons, used properly, can even poison practitioners, it is the best among mortal things.
Um...mixed with poison?
So the original body died of poisoning?
ha······
Wait, is he still poisoned?
So the black iron-colored weights represent the physical body type? So Silver White is an illusory memory type?
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