Shout... The wooden sword raised above his head fell steadily, and his body and chin stopped moving.

“...... Five thousand!"

There was never one person in the Sword Pavilion, and he would swing the fifth thousand sword on time at 10:05 every night, and finally lie down on the empty floor of the Sword Pavilion to rest.

An empty room can give people a sense of oppression, especially after entering the sword hall in the dark night, people who are not strong enough to breathe will feel difficult to breathe.

In the current era, there are very few people who learn and practice swords, let alone insist on persisting in tens of notes. Li Wenzai rolled over, and Xiang crossed the corner of his eye, he suddenly felt worthless for his seventeen years of waste on the sword, if it wasn't for being tied up by the "family inheritance", maybe he would sit in the office of a certain company and live comfortably.

"Ah!!h

Thinking of this, Lee Moon-jae couldn't help but start cursing the initiator.

"Li Tian, you are really a godman, you are really a godman. ”

Lee Moon-jae always thought that Lee Thien, the initiator who hindered his happiness, would be punished as he deserved, and never thought that Lee Thien would disappear after a business trip, and he had not been heard from for eight years, and his life and death were unknown.

Habits are terrible, Li Wenzai can clearly feel that every day when he lies on the sofa after returning home and wants to relax, his whole body keeps pulling skin, like the feeling of his legs being pushed and pulled after sleeping during physical development, and his body seems to say "If we don't practice swords, we will be very uncomfortable", especially annoying.

At ten thirty-five, Li Wenzai sat up, the tattered wooden sword made him angry, stood up and kicked the wooden sword far away, and finally fell to the ground with a click, swaying from side to side.

"The sword that practices bullshit... Everyone else thinks I'm a fool! Swordsmanship is powerful and useless. Can broken metal and flesh be stronger than overheated weapons and mechanical prosthetics?"

Scolding and scolding, the big iron gate of the Sword Pavilion was kicked by Li Wenzai for the first time, and there was a loud "bang", and the dust was stirred up and scattered in the air. When he walked out of the door with his feet, Li Wenjae suddenly noticed that a lot of broken pieces of air-dried paint fell on the soles of his shoes, which was so shabby!

This couldn't help but make Li Wenjae unable to control his anger and scolded himself for being stupid*.

"Come back tomorrow is Dasha*!! will you return him, Ben Biao Mountain Sword Saint!

......

......

Tianxing District is only separated from Bengyu Mountain by a river, and because of this damn river, Li Wenjae must go out early to squeeze the first tram.

His job is a model, and because of his delicate muscles and facial paralysis formed by long-term sword practice, he is wildly sought after by nearby two-dimensional cos enthusiasts.

Li Wenzai admitted that he had a hole in his brain first, if it wasn't for the early morning three years ago, he ran to the top of Benshan Mountain to swallow the "essence of the sun" to practice swords. Although the prices offered by those girls were very high, Li Wenzai felt that if he was a little more determined, he would definitely not have a bitter history of selling his "body" in exchange for money for three years.

All right...... The pay is really good. In the past three years, Lee Moon-jae has been thriving in the circle, and his account balance has soared to seven figures the day before yesterday. When the account balance exceeded the million mark, he made a decision - to jump out of the fifth domain, which had no hope, no vitality and no color, and went to the fourth domain, or even the third and second domains.

The world of the Fourth Domain is colorful and colorful, prosthetic modification, genetic surgery, ...... Although the body is the parent of the skin, the times have become deformed when technology and society cannot be synchronized, and traditional concepts have long been crushed by the wheels of human progress. Whether it is prosthetic modification or genetic surgery, its strength is unimaginable to the hillbillies of the Fifth Domain, at least it is incomparably stronger than flesh and blood, and Li Wenzai's insistence on practicing swords is also due to this.

It takes a huge price to see the truth of the world, and citizens of the Fifth Domain need to pay millions of dollars if they want to obtain the legal status of the Fourth Domain!

...

The tram quickly crossed the bridge across the river, and with an hour to go before the agreed working time, Lee got off at the Qiaotou station and ran along the embankment.

Li Wenzai didn't squint when he ran, he had had enough of the Tianxing River that smelled of silt and rancid in the more than twenty years of his life, and everything in the Fifth Domain was so lifeless. The people here are rotten in their thinking, live according to the rules, and do not feel the slightest hope. Li Wenzai doesn't think anyone is wrong, and the world is not wrong, what is wrong may be the two or three choices made inadvertently in a long life.

There are no pedestrians on the river embankment in the early morning, and Lee Moon Jae feels that the morning exercise is less smelly, maybe it is the people who are about to leave home who will have such sentimentality?

At 8:01, the thirty-third minute of the morning exercise, the watch began to vibrate, and the mobile phone manager prompted that a call had come in. The pace of exercise was forced to stop, and Li Wenzai frowned, life is like this, and it will not let things go in the direction you want, or even go the other way.

Say. ”

"Brother Wen Zai, we have arrived, do you think we will shoot on the third floor or the fifth floor today?"

"Third floor, come right here. ”

Is a forty-minute morning workout so hard?

Fortunately, the work site is a distance away from the Tianxing River, and now I am running all the way to the work place, and I can run for 40 minutes of morning exercise.

......

The hardcore photography studio is in the centralized office area of Tianxing District, and it is noisy every day, even if there is money to make Li Wenjae, he is very disgusted.

At work, the two-dimensional enthusiasts and the photographers they invited were ready, chattering about how to shoot a photo album with an explosion of effects.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and everyone stopped talking, full of anticipation, while Lee Moon Jae walked into the studio with a grim face. They call Li Wenjae's facial paralysis cold and cold. In everyone's perception, he is a cold man, and he basically doesn't talk about facial paralysis.

"By the way, this is my last job, and I want to live in a different place. After Li Wenjae finished speaking, he went into the changing room, and there were people outside who couldn't figure out the situation.

"No??? you don't make money if you have ???"

"God! Ben Biao Mountain Sword Saint is about to retire from the circle? Big news!"

"Hahaha! Out-of-print ancient style!

Two-dimensional enthusiasts whispered, and photographers smelled the money and joined the discussion. Until Li Wenjae, who was dressed in green clothes and holding a flute, walked out of the changing room, he was still dragging a wig in his other hand.

"Start?"

When asked, Lee Moon Jae put on a wig and was born as a man in ancient costume.

"Which scene?" Li Wenzai said impatiently when he saw everyone looking at him.

The photographer woke up from a dream and pointed to the bamboo forest scene on the right: "Oh, this way." ”

......

"The next scene is the desert?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"I'm going to change my clothes. ”

......

"What's next?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Me"

The communication was interrupted by another vibration of the watch, and the mobile phone manager prompted Lee Moon-jae to call in, and the call number was marked by 15,514 people as "express delivery".

He raised his wrist to everyone and walked into the changing room.

Once again, the studio was filled with the cries of thousands of ducks.

After walking into the changing room, Li Wenzai answered the phone, he was very confused about the other party telling him to pick up the courier, he was very sure that he did not shop online, and asked the courier out of politeness:

"What kind of delivery is it? Are you sure it was delivered correctly?"

"Oh, I didn't specify it, but I think if I didn't make a mistake in the number and the recipient didn't make a mistake, this courier was for Mr. Lee Moon-jae Lee. The courier brother Balabala said a string.

"Who's the sender?"

"Li Tian. ”

"Gan!"

"Hey?!Who are you scolding?"

"No, no, no, pull your pants and put them in the community guard's room, thank you!"

"Inexplicable......"

The things sent by the old ghost are not as exaggerated as the thunder on the ground to Li Wenzai, but what will people who have evaporated from the world for nearly eight years send? Li Wenzai did not know, but this incident had already affected him, and after the shooting was done absentmindedly, he hurriedly collected the remuneration from everyone and walked out of the studio quickly, and went straight back to his home in Ben Biao Mountain.

......

......

"What the hell?"

On the coffee table was a stack of books, all black books, and there were no other letters resembling "family letters" or "suicide notes", just a stack of books.

"The old ghost's own book?"

After talking to himself, he picked up the top book and prepared to read it with the idea that "these books may be Li Tian's life experience in the past eight years".

The title of the book under the black cover is this: "???"

Lee Moon-jae is like this: ???

Resist the urge to curse and continue to scroll down, the first page of the book is only one word.

"You"

The style of the second page is the same as the first, with only a few lines.

"Want to be a savior?"

"Look, go to page three. ”

"No, go to page four. ”

What the hell are you doing, Li Tian?!Neurotic?!Li Wenjae couldn't hold back his anger and scolded, however...... The disobedient hand gently opened the fourth page of the black book.

In an instant, his vision began to distort, and the ripples generated in the space he was in shook the air out of the Dao Ripples, and Li Wenzai felt that his body was pulled by a huge suction, and the next second it was shattered. Suddenly, his eyes opened to the maximum, and the corner of his eye swept to the screen of his mobile phone, and the glass screen truly recorded the appearance of the man behind the scenes-the black book in his hand!

It opened its bloody jaw, and behind the huge mouth there was endless darkness, swallowing Li Wenjae into it little by little.