If he hadn't known that the end of the world was coming soon, Zuo Anan would not have made such a desperate bet. Reading artifact. YAnKuAi.

Before dawn, it was the time of high tide, and the XX sluice gate in the far suburbs of Z City ushered in a lively and busy moment. Fishermen stepped on water boots, carried baskets or large foams, talked and laughed one after another, got off the wharf, ferried to their respective fishing boats, and then drove out of the port one by one before the sluice.

Zuo An'an was wet, with a few weeds on his back, and a dirty and wet black backpack behind him, avoiding these people and quietly climbing onto the dock and walking on the dark dock path.

She did not dare to go back to the pier opposite the island, for fear of falling into the net, so she changed course, came to the nearest port, and abandoned the boat early to swim ashore, just in time for the fishermen to go out to sea, and no one noticed her.

She walked in the shade of the trees, but she didn't expect that there was such a place in Z City, where there were no crops in a large field under the trail, but rows of simple cement houses, and fishing nets, foam, and oil drums were piled up in the open space in front of and behind the house.

She stared at the clothes on the clothesline, carefully went downhill, found a women's dress of a more suitable size, ripped it off, and after thinking about it, took out a wet fifty yuan from her purse, and stuffed it into the pocket of the clothes that should be the same family next to it.

After changing his clothes, he cut his long tangled hair to the shoulders with a knife, and crawled hard to keep himself in good shape before he walked out.

The road is very quiet, the shops on both sides have not yet opened, and there is a steamed bun shop that opens early, and the water vapor of soy milk is filled under the light, which looks very attractive.

She was hungry and cold, and she was very cold due to blood loss and long-term immersion in water, and was about to go over to buy a bowl of soy milk, when she heard the proprietress say to a customer: "Eh, Xiao Zhang's wife, your clothes are very familiar!" ”

"You can see it, it was Xiao Zhou's wife next door who borrowed it from me, and I'm going to go shopping today and wear it old haha, how ugly it is......"

Zuo Anan looked down at the clothes on his body, and saw that a bus parked there around the corner was about to start, so he hurriedly beckoned to go up.

She was the only customer on the bus, and the conductor looked at her vigilantly: "Where to get off?" ”

Zuo Anan looked up at the name of the site posted on the window and reported "XX Middle School".

"Two tickets."

More than 20 minutes later, Zuo Anan knew that there were often shopping malls with complete goods near the school, and looked for it, sure enough, there was a pedestrian street, bought a suit of clothes and underwear, the pharmacy had not yet opened, she went to the grocery store to buy some bandages, cotton swabs, potions, etc., and finally carried a hot breakfast, and found a small hotel under the guidance of the store owner.

At this time, the ID card really came in handy, but this was just a small hotel that did not have a climate, and the owner of the other party just looked at it, proving that Zuo Anan was not a black household, so he directly collected the money and gave the room key.

Zuo An went up to the second floor, walked into his room, quickly checked the room, and then closed the doors and windows and tightened the curtains, and immediately collapsed.

I'm so tired, so cold, so hungry, so painful......

She collapsed on the bed and didn't want to move a finger, she was so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry, and she really wanted to fall asleep like this.

After a long time, she finally stood up, hugged her clothes, took a hot bath, and then came out to give herself medicine.

There are two wounds on her body, one is a gunshot wound on her left arm, and the other is a bite on her left shoulder for Tong Jiakun's beast. Both injuries were not shallow, and they were soaked in seawater and some ulcerated, and the worst thing was that she had already begun to have a fever, and the consequences of the wound infection were very serious.

She calmly swallowed the pain, rubbed the medicine, wrapped it in a bandage, and then picked up the beads and leaves on the side while blowing her hair.

"What the hell is this?"

She rubbed the veins of the leaves, her whole attention focused on them, and suddenly she somehow felt a pain in her head, and she fell down with her head in her hands.

She gasped and slowly opened her eyes wider, as if she had discovered something incredible.

A stream of information appeared in her head, in her head, as if an ancient giant was buzzing in her head, each of which was no less than a rumbling thunderbolt.

However, she had a feeling that if she didn't persevere, she would never hear these sounds again next time, so she gritted her teeth desperately and endured it, and she had to find out.

She hugged her head **, and it took a long time to slowly calm down, but she was sweating profusely, and the wound was ruptured again. But she didn't feel any of this, just looked at the beads and leaves in front of her, and was overjoyed.

It turns out that Dad's "Guliang Spring and Autumn" is not an ordinary book.

In the ancient era of cultivating immortals, there was a monk surnamed Gu, who was stupid by nature and had dull qualifications, so it was very difficult to cultivate immortals, so he came up with a stupid way, which was to record the confusion and comprehension on the way of cultivation, as well as the experience of asking for advice from teachers and fellow disciples in a booklet, and take it out from time to time to read and review.

Many years have passed, the world has changed, the vicissitudes of life, countless monks have died, even those who are ten million times better than his qualifications have fallen one after another, but this monk is still stupid and stable in cultivation, and has found his own direction.

Refining, especially a treasure like refining the mustard seed space!

The first 50,000 years of training the ordinary "mustard seed space", and the last 500,000 years of studying the living "spirit space", in the process produced countless failures and semi-finished products, and when he finally became a great master, he was already 600,000 years old, and with this achievement, he became a great power in the divine realm, and at the same time obtained the qualification to go to another wonderful world.

This is unpredictable, but the immortal cultivator is against the sky, there is no reason to retreat from the difficulty, and he himself wants to go to the next level and take a look at the wonderful scenery elsewhere.

Therefore, in the last days, he looked back on his life, sorted out his experience and wealth over the past 600,000 years, and dealt with the precious and rare magic weapon with his hands, but there were three things that he could not give up.

One of them is naturally the notebook, while the remaining two are two spaces, one is the ordinary "mustard seed space" that he successfully forged for the first time, and the second is the first unique "spirit space".

All have a special meaning.

He thought about it again and again, grabbed something from the nether realm and came up, sealed the three things into it, left the mortal dust, and waited for someone who was destined to do so.

About because his surname is Gu, the book he grabbed casually is the book "Guliang Chunqiu", which later fell into the hands of Zuo's father, who didn't become the destined person, but called her daughter cheap.

Of course, this destined person is not easy to be, Zuo Anan can only be counted as half, because the three treasures she has obtained now are incomplete.