Life can not be repeated.
But after death, there may not be a next life!
Fang Xian knows this very well, because he himself is a ‘transmigrator’.
has come to this world since the death of the last life.
In the early morning, the alarm sounded regularly.
Fang Xian got up, washed, looked at the pale face in the mirror, and the eyes with slightly dark circles and bags under the eyes, could not help smiling, murmured to himself: “Who said that there must be Goldfinger through, Developed?”
He used his more than 20 years of professional life to prove that salted fish crossing is still a salted fish!
This is a technologically advanced, and can even sail the interstellar world, the civilization is beyond the previous life, I do not know how much.
Therefore, what is necessary to pass through the ancient fortunes, projects such as local chemical fertilizer steelmaking can be directly shot-nonsense!
Because the historical development is completely different, there is no hope for the urban economic fortunes who want to follow the benefits of the big trend-bad review!
As for carrying civilization classics?
hehe… Fang Xian was sad to find that he couldn’t even write down the first chapter of the four famous masterpieces silently! But just to remember the outline of the plot, there is no such a good writing to perform it perfectly.
Needless to say, this Interstellar Civilization World‘s spiritual sustenance is almost common and numerous, there are countless masters of various masters, and it is a delusion to become famous in one fell swoop!
The most important thing is that Fang Xian finds that his mentality has also gone wrong. In conclusion, salted fish is not terrible, what is terrible is that his heart has become salty fish.
“Living at the lower level for the rest of your life, anyway, you can make a living for a day…the mediocre is the truth, and stealing is a blessing…”
After hypnotizing himself, Fang Xian successfully accepted the fact that his life was a dog defeated, and hurriedly finished his stomach and opened the door.
The place where he is located is a double-story concrete building, resident Second Layer, and First Layer is a facade, and the slightly obsolete signboard is printed with five dim characters ‘Fang Ji Pawn Shop’.
This is where Fang Xian’s biggest property and daily income lies.
“Unfortunately… With a large number of undeveloped planets, the property is not very valuable… Alas, what do I want to do so much? Every day I work hard to make money, make a blind date, and marry a not-so-beautiful but decent wife, I have a few children, and my whole life is over…”
Fang Xian looked at the hall of Mencora, soaked a pot of tea, it didn’t matter.
His **** shop is like this. There is basically no business. If you don’t eat enough every day, you won’t starve.
“It seems that there is no business today. If I just close the Internet, I still have a task in “The Legend of the Old Day…”
The world is technologically advanced, and the game of 100% virtual reality has already appeared, giving people an immersive feeling, creating countless people who are addicted to the civilian area, and even completely unable to distinguish between virtuality and reality, directly marrying in the game, It is also not uncommon for web worms planning to spend a lifetime.
Fang Xian is not obsessed with this, but it is inevitable to pass the day by spiritual sustenance.
“Hey…can’t do that. That’s what the elite district bosses mean. In order to relieve pressure and contradictions, use virtual games to anesthetize our inferiors, alas… social class, civilization development…”
He murmured and immediately smiled bitterly: “What do you see clearly? I’m just a small person, I don’t have any strength, I don’t have that mood either. Love it…”
Fang Xian drank fragrant tea very mournfully and was about to close the door to play the game. Suddenly, the silhouette at the door flashed and a thin, middle-aged man came in.
He was about thirty or forty years old, his hair messed up like a chicken coop, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.
‘How long has it been in the game…’
Fang Xian secretly slandered, but a mild smile appeared on his face: “This guest, are you a **** or a redemption?”
“Pawn!”
Middle-aged man threw a small black cloth bag on the table. After opening, it contained a quaint paper book.
‘Yo…Antique…’
Fang Xian is very happy.
The way of storing data in this era has long become a variety of electronic media. This kind of paper book is really rare, and the upper community seems to have recently created a retro wave. This ancient book can be decorated and sent to the big The auction house got a good price.
The business of antique is originally not opened for three years, but opened for three years.
He did not change his face, put on gloves, and began to check carefully.
The shell of the book appears a dark black, and the text Fang Xian above does not recognize.
After opening, the paper inside is also a little strange. The yellowish color is thicker. Even with gloves on, it feels awkward to touch.
‘Parchment paper? Only seven pages, thinner than expected… It’s just this text, won’t it be alien text? ’
There are too many languages developed on a planet, but Fang Xian can confirm that this should not be the language on this planet.
He frowned and asked, “It’s difficult to decipher, and you can’t confirm the content, origin, rare books or solitary books…the price is just…I don’t know if the guests want to live or overdue and unredeemable pawn?”
“overdue and unredeemable pawn, I will never see it again…”
The middle-aged man’s lips were trembling, and his eyes seemed to reveal extremely frightened emotions.
‘Aren’t thieves stolen? ’
Fang Xian was awkward in his heart, but he didn’t take it seriously. Instead, with a three-inch tongue, he began to press down the price, and finally the ancient book was included in a very bargain price.
‘earned, it’s really earned today! ’
Send away middle-aged people, Fang Xian is no longer doing business, directly closed the door, showing a trace of excitement, carefully study the baby they received.
“Well… I can’t find it on the Internet, it seems to be just a very small number of words…”
Looking at the countless black earthworm-like text~IndoMTL.com~Fang Xian suddenly felt dizzy.
The twisted typeface, inexplicable color and luster seem to have life, creeping slowly.
“Interesting…”
Fang Xian is clear that there is a pattern of’peripheral drift illusion’ on the Internet, which is clearly still, but allows people to see the dynamic effect.
The text of this book seems to have some meaning in this respect.
He took off his gloves and touched the book. The unspeakable feeling was even stronger.
Fang Xian‘s thinking began to fly unconsciously, thinking about the origin of this ancient book.
hiss… hiss…
There was a murmur in his ear, and there seemed to be a scene of illusion in front of him.
It was a trembling palm, and its owner was insane, copying something from a huge book.
Around the huge book is an altar filled with blood and internal organs, filled with a thrilling atmosphere.
As soon as the picture changed, this copy began to circulate in the hands of different people, bringing them terrible doom.
Eventually, it was pawned by the previous master and fell into his own hands.
“This is… an illusion? I have played a lot of games, and can’t tell the difference between virtual and reality, will I? I don’t want to go to a mental hospital… and this book, doom books? Maybe it’s a good gimmick , But why do I think it is a transcript?”
Fang Xian is constantly panting and his expression is constantly changing: “Give it a name… “Inexplicable Book”? “Xuan Di Mi Jing”? No, it’s still called “Clearing Mysteries Secret Records Transcript“, huh?”
He looked at the cover of the black book, his expression suddenly stagnated.
I saw the original font that was twisted like an earthworm. In his eyes, it continued to creep and combined, and became understandable, forming the six large characters of “Clearing Mysteries Secret Records Transcript“…