"It hurts!"

Finally broke free from the endless darkness, Liu Peiqiang only felt that his eyelids were like a heavy iron curtain, and he opened his eyes with great difficulty.

As far as the eye can see, there is a mottled wall, bare without any posters and murals.

"Am I dreaming?"

He wanted to get up, but he felt that his whole body was sore, and he didn't have the slightest strength.

Breathing became extremely difficult, and the whole body was light and fluttering, as if lying on cotton.

His hands and feet were cold, his mouth was dry, as if he was swallowing sand, and he couldn't say a word.

The vision was blurred, and I could only vaguely see that there was a very old and dilapidated room in front of me, a bit like the feudal period of the Middle Ages.

Who's kidding me?

Liu Peiqiang held on to the table and got up from the ground little by little.

There seemed to be a fog in front of me, and I saw a cold metal tubular object lying at my feet.

It is more than a meter long, with rather thick metal pipes and wooden supports.

Seems to be a shotgun (xian four-sound) shotgun, troll?

Everything on the table seemed to be shrouded in a crimson veil, and it looked very strange.

Looking up through the window, you can see a blood-colored moon hanging over the black sky.

He withdrew his gaze with some panic, and his gaze swept over everything in the room, fixed on a mirror by the table with a simple pattern carved around it.

Stepping forward, you can see an unfamiliar face inside.

Linen robe, sparkling black pearl eyes, short brown ear-length hair, slightly protruding nose, sunken eye sockets, thin body......

Who is this—by no means me!

As an authentic dead house, his eyes have long become highly myopic, and it is impossible to have such clear and translucent eyes.

Staying at home for many years, drinking the happy water of the fat house every day, he gradually became a standard dead fat house.

In other words, I have been reborn through the Takeaway?

He thought of this instantly.

The next moment, there was a pain in my head, like a landslide and a tsunami, poured into an incomparably huge flood of information!

"I'm Zoro?"

Sauron Baimon, a native of Yanan Town, is a 17-year-old teenager.

My father was a soldier who came here from another war-torn area.

When he went to the battlefield again, he said, "When I'm done with this battle, I'll take you to settle in Neverwinter", and then he didn't go back......

I still remember that the enthusiastic residents said "welcome to Yanan Town", and they were very hospitable to help them settle here, and they took care of my father after he died in battle......

At present, he is studying cultural knowledge and basic medicine with the folklorist Buel, who has stayed in the town temporarily......

……

At the end of the memory, there was a blur, so blurred that it could only faintly contain an extremely tempting special fragrance.

Then I lost my impression at all, and I didn't know why I fell to the ground.

"What the hell is going on? Who killed me? ”

Liu Peiqiang - No, it should be called Sauron now.

Sauron Baimon!

With the help of the kerosene lamp hanging on the left side of the desk, you can see that in the mirror, his face is extremely pale, white without any blood, like a dead man.

How did I die?

Sauron looked at himself inside, and he always felt that everything was shrouded in an endless mist.

It made him shiver, as if he was being watched by a monster in the shadows, and could eat him at any moment!

Call!

The wind blew from outside, and the windows didn't close, allowing the orange halo of the kerosene lamps to sway in the wind.

At this time, his pupils shrank, and he stared at the desk in front of him, and there was clearly a very shallow footprint on it!

Completely rule out natural death, it is clear who killed it!

Who killed me?

The strange thing is that this is the third floor, and there is still a pile of stones underneath, and humans can jump directly from such a high place without dying or crippling.

In addition, with the possession of a shotgun, he was unable to make any resistance.

Don't forget that he has a soldier father, who has long mastered the skills of shooting, and his accuracy is quite extraordinary.

With a melee king like a shotgun, he didn't even fire a shot!

Could it be some kind of transcendent being?

"I thought it was a medieval civilization with a bit of a crooked technology tree, but I didn't expect an unknown monster." Zoro looked at himself in the mirror in silence, his pupils swallowing up all light like an abyss.

bid farewell to countless inseparable existences such as parents, the Internet, food, and cute wives, and came to such a backward world.

But encountering such a fatal crisis, he can only feel extremely painful.

It is estimated that it has become a luxury to want to go back, and you can only die in this world for the rest of your life.

Isn't it just playing games all night?

Hair loss and baldness are serious enough, why do they go straight through?

In my previous memory, this was a backward world that had entered the age of steam.

The birth of steam technology made the world leap rapidly from the original feudal era, and the trade economy began to develop rapidly.

Railroad tracks were laid in all directions, and steam trains carried countless minerals to various industrial towns, facilitating a significant process of industrialization.

Resource companies are heading to remote corners to tap more and more strategic resources such as coal, iron ore and copper.

The whole world has long since regained its original feudal backwardness, people have completely dominated the world, and no matter how fierce the beast is, it can only be killed under the shotgun.

Steel warships and steam tanks formed strong ships and cannons, conquering primitive tribes one after another.

There was even an iron bird that could fly into the sky, which is currently being experimented with and has not yet been completely put into battle.

These are the fathers who fought in the war, and they told him little by little in the form of stories in his childhood.

Previously, the teenager also dreamed of going to the big city, but unfortunately his father, who had no skills, could not teach him any work skills at all.

The only thing that was taught was the fighting techniques he practiced when he was a soldier, leaving behind a shotgun that could take out a wolf with a single shot.

"Yanan Town is an extremely remote town, and the nearest big city is also two hundred kilometers away, which is obviously suitable for those who are active in the ...... of extraordinary creatures."

Zoro squinted slightly, looking at the blood-colored moon hanging in the sky.

The color of blood means ominous, but the blood moon has been hanging in the sky for I don't know how many years, and slowly no one cares.

As he pondered, a little warmth gradually emerged in his sour and weak body, and his face was a little more warm and bloody.

"Crossing welfare?"

The original owner of the body was killed by some monster, and the death was inexplicable, so he took it away.

But now, he is standing here well, which can obviously only be explained by the benefits that come with crossing and being reborn.

He looked down at the table, where there was a very special book, with no words on the cover, just a few strange patterns.

There is no weight when you pick it up, but a heavy book with eight pages is as light as a feather, which is extremely special.

This is a special book that Bouel got from a remote place, in the crevice of an extremely old cave.

When the hunter found it, he saw it and bought it for a low price of 1 silver coin.

The currency of this world is fairly simple, and it is not a twist and turn for 9 pounds and 15 pence.

It's the easiest conversion of 1 gold coin = 10 silver coin = 100 copper coins, and ordinary people won't convert it if it's troublesome.

One copper coin can buy a pound of wheat, 1 silver coin can eat quite delicious in a day, spend an extra 4 copper coins to order a cup of ale to drink, and 1 gold coin can buy a sheep.

If this book is sold to those merchants and aristocrats who love to collect, it will definitely sell for hundreds of gold coins, which is enough to make you eat and drink for a few years.

"Fortunately, the hunter seemed to be frightened by something, and didn't care about the special nature of this book, otherwise he wouldn't have sold it to Mr. Buel casually......"

Zoro casually stretched out his hand and pressed it on the book, but unexpectedly found that the lines on it lit up one after another, and the blood-red lines were extremely strange, turning into a dark red hideous demon face.

Only then did he realize that the blood on his hands had been infected with it.

The next moment, a cold strange energy began to extend along his fingers towards his arm, and under his extremely frightened gaze, it extended all the way to his head.

Rumble!

Sauron felt a roar erupt in his head, and an extremely strange book appeared in the depths of his mind out of thin air, revealing a strange line of blood-colored text.

Obviously he didn't know it, but he could clearly recognize it, this was the devil's language, and the content was a name-

Codex of Demons!