I don't know who said the famous saying: "When you think the dust has settled, everything has just begun." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Buddhism in India also has a proverb: "When a snake bites its own tail, the end is the beginning, and the beginning is the end." ”

I said, "Oh my God, you're playing with me!"

I'm just an ordinary person who wants to live an ordinary life, God you really don't have to care for me so much, let my life be so magnificent.

I didn't even think about this imprint, which is said to have a huge effect and everyone is vying for, I definitely didn't think about it, I didn't even think about my toes, how could it be transferred to me by mistake.

I want to cry without tears.

I remember saying it so clearly that all kinds of ill-intentioned races will come to rob it.

The key is that these races will definitely not be a peace-loving, hospitable minority full of Mongolian, Tibetan, and hospitable, but an absolutely bloody and violent fantasy race.

What will happen to such an ordinary me against such a fierce and vicious person?

I seemed to see the terrible scene of a meek and effeminate little lamb being ruthlessly thrown into the wolves, then being overwhelmed by the rush of wolves, and then being eaten to the point that there was no scum left.

It's horrible.

"It's okay, don't worry, the engraving can be transferred. ”

Listening to the comfort of the Nine Lands, my heart shone a little bit of sunshine.

But his next words immediately pushed me into hell.

"But it can only be transferred after the death of the original owner. ”

So they're going to hunt me down to death, right?

So I'm just dead, right?

Don't!!!!!

I threw myself on top of Jiudi, hugged his thighs, snot and tears, and cried to him in a very tragic tone about my tragic past, present, and future that would most likely become a reality, in a vain attempt to impress his compassion with my sparkling tears.

Unfortunately, I overestimated my own abilities and underestimated his lower limit.

I saw Jiudi very calmly pull his thighs out of my hands, and then said that he couldn't help.

In his exact words, "My house is only concerned with the cremation of the dead, not the life of the living." ”

So, do you mean you're going to wait until I'm dead to care about me?

You're too black-hearted, Nine Lands!

I curse you to be a cremator with no future forever!

Just as I was sitting on the ground and mourning my short life, my vision suddenly darkened, and it turned out to be Jiuji covering me with his wide robes.

I seemed to hear his helpless sigh.

Then he spoke in my ear, and his voice was very gentle and nice.

"The gears of fate are always turning, and the causes and conditions of the world are constantly converging. There is no cause without a cause, and there is no effect without a root or cause. What is today will be proven tomorrow. Pure youth, please rest assured, I bless you here in the name of the twelve gods and the nine lands, and you will be safe. ”

Then I fainted.

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I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the bed.

Familiar futon, familiar room, familiar smell, this is my room. All the familiarity made my nerves that had been tense relax.

Slowly touching his chest, the heartbeat there was a little intense, like the palpitations of the usual nightmare when you wake up.

"Hahahaha, it turned out to be a nightmare! I'll just say, how could that kind of fantasy thing happen? What a broken realm, the wood clan, and the nine lands, all of them are my fantasies!" I raised my arms happily, wishing that there would be a section of Guozhuang on the scene.

The rip in my sleeve shook my eyes like a big mouth sneering at me.

I lay on my back and fell back into bed, covering my eyes with my arms.

I know that none of this is a dream.

From the moment the seal was transferred to my hand, my destiny was changed.

In the past, my wish was very simple, to study a bad grade, to go to a bad university, and then go out to work for two years after finishing my studies, and then go home to continue running the commissary, and by the way, I would set up a store to sell noodles. When you are thirty years old, save a little money, and find a girl who is neither ugly nor beautiful to marry and have two children. In the end, he died before his wife.

A simple life, an ordinary life.

However, from now on, I am afraid that my life will only be left with pursuit and escape.

And how many rounds can an ordinary person like me, who is powerless, survive the pursuit of those fantasy races?

I'm afraid I won't even be able to survive a round.

What a desperate and cruel reality......

The thought of tomorrow - no, maybe today is my own death - filled my heart with despair. Then, when this despair reached its peak, my whole body relaxed: no matter what kind of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods he came, he always had a full meal before he died!

Fantasy race or something, let the horse come!

All in all, it's a broken jar.

But seriously, I did get hungry. After all, since last night, I haven't eaten three meals in a row, and I have experienced such a thrilling thing, and my physical exertion is huge. So now I really understand what it means to be "hungry with your chest against your back".

I went down from the second floor and saw that the hall on the first floor was intact.

Could it be that Jiudi helped me recover, and the action is so fast? Anyway, I'm still happy that I don't have to pay for the floor repairs myself.

Go to the back of the stairs on the first floor, where the floor is a large movable plank, and below, is my family's cellar.

Because my grandmother's family is a farmer, my house follows many peasant habits, such as a large yard, a horizontal roof, and a practical cellar.

It is said that the cellar at home can store tens of thousands of catties of grain, but because my grandmother and I are not very good at farming, we have never filled it. The innermost part of the cellar was stacked with neat cardboard and wooden crates, which had been kept there for little use, and a little further outside were shelf-stable cheap foods such as sweet potatoes and potatoes, and rows of shelves filled with haberdashery that were about to be sold.

I pushed the movable plank and was about to go down to the cellar to get some sweet potatoes out to make porridge, when I suddenly heard a strange sound.

It's a strange sound, but it's actually a lot to hear.

Everyone should have an iron lunch box or iron bowl at home, and when you scratch the bottom of the iron lunch box with your fingernails, it will make a harsh sound. Some people may think it's nothing, but some people can't stand the sound, instinctively disgusted, and feel creepy when they hear it.

Unfortunately, I fall into the latter category.

The hairs all over my body stood on end in an instant.

What guy who doesn't have long eyes scratches the door of my house!

Didn't your mother teach you to knock on the door with your hands?

I angrily walked over and pulled the door open.

"Boom-"

In less than a second, it was closed again.

I leaned my back against the door, both legs shaking.

Outside the door was a man covered in dirt, dressed in tatters, and exuding a fishy smell. The flesh on his face had begun to rot, the corners of his mouth were grinning all the way to the base of his ears, and yellow saliva was running down his chin and down his chest.

Funeral, funeral, zombie, ahh!!!!!!!!!!!!h