Ning Lang, 23 years old, from Fengcheng.

His parents are still alive, but he is far away from the place where he lives, so he found a place in the countryside and rented two acres of land, and started a leisure life of growing vegetables and raising chickens.

As a bitter man who had just graduated from a junior college, Ning Lang had always thought that his only use in this world was to help humans consume the already small resources, and even sometimes he thought about doing something earth-shattering.

As the saying goes, if you can't last for a hundred years, you will be stinking for 10,000 years.

It's a pity that Ning Lang has been a good boy since he was a child, and he has to recite words in his heart to kill a chicken, hoping that the outlaw chicken who dies under his knife will reach Bliss as soon as possible, and he will be reincarnated as a man in the next life to try the opportunity to dominate other lives.

With such a mentality, it is natural that he can't do anything that will stink for thousands of years, so if it will last for a hundred years, Ning Lang thought about it and didn't seem to have the ability to do it, so he was even more confused.

So after tossing and turning for half a year, Ning Lang finally made up his mind to be an ordinary person.

So Ning Lang asked his parents for some money, rented a small house in Fengcheng, found a channel to buy some novels, and started a book rental business.

But after a long time, Ning Lang found that this business was really not easy to do, although he could have enough food and clothing, but as the main force of consumption, he was basically a few half-sized children, who should study in school.

So after being scolded by the parents of these students, Ning Lang could only reluctantly turn away the largest group of customers.

I didn't know what the urban planning was all about, but Ning Lang found that there were no stalls selling newspapers and magazines near his small bookstore, but there were a lot of restaurants and the like.

After Ning Lang ordered some newspapers and magazines to sell, he was finally able to live his life in peace.

After deducting the monthly expenses, the monthly profit can be about 3,000 yuan, and after deducting his rent, meals and other expenses, he can still have less than 1,000 savings per month. Although it looks pitiful, it can still survive in Fengcheng, which is said to be the smallest city in China.

Originally, Ning Lang thought that the rest of his life would continue like this, and in the end he would marry a wife who didn't know what kind of wife he didn't know, give birth to a child who didn't know if it was cute, and go on like this.

But God seems to be going against him. When Ning Lang wanted to live like this, an opportunity that could not be said to be good or bad came to him.

One night, when Ning Lang was about to pack up the items in the store and prepare to leave, there was a thunderstorm outside, and from time to time he could see lightning pulling across the sky, bursting out with a miserable white color.

It seemed that it was going to rain heavily, which made Ning Lang, who did not have an umbrella in the bookstore, feel a great headache, because obviously the weather forecast did not say that there would be rain today, so he did not bring an umbrella at all.

You must know that the house rented by Ning Lang is two kilometers away from here, and if it rains in the middle of the day, it will be a big trouble. Not to mention whether it is dangerous to run in such thunderous weather, it is also a very unpleasant thing to go back with a wet body.

So Ning Lang planned to stay overnight in the bookstore, anyway, although it was small, there was still a marching bed as a stall for stacking books and magazines in the peace, so that he could have a bed to rest here.

Naturally, there were no TVs or computers in the small bookstore, and as a pastime before going to bed, Ning Lang could only flip through the novels in the bookstore. Ping said to pass the time, these novels are Ning Lang's favorites.

But today I don't know what the reason, Ning Lang's heart kept beating, he couldn't read these novels at all, and finally put the novels on the bookshelf, turned off the dim electric light and lay on the marching bed, listening to the howling wind outside the roller shutter and forced himself to sleep.

The current time is only about 9 o'clock in the evening, and Ning Lang, who can't sleep until 12 midnight on weekdays, falls asleep very quickly today, and almost closes his eyes and doesn't have much time to fall into a deep sleep.

The wind was howling, blowing the roller shutter hula and ringing, Ning Lang didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he woke up again in such a sound.

The dark night made Ning Lang's heart swell with an inexplicable fear, making his expression uncertain, and he dragged the sheet wrapped around him again.

Ning Lang is afraid of the dark and ghosts, this is a problem he has had since he was a child, and he is generally afraid of staying alone in a dark place. He has fallen for this problem since he saw several horror movies as a child.

Therefore, when Ning Lang is home alone, he will let himself be extremely tired until late at night, and then he can quickly fall asleep without thinking about it.

The small bookstore that he had to stay in now was surrounded by uninhabited shops, accompanied by the sound of the howling wind blowing the rolling shutter door, which made Ning Lang feel very regretful, he shouldn't have stayed here, at least returned to his rental house, where many people still lived.

Ning Lang closed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep again, but the sound of the wind in the silence was so loud, and the sound of the rolling shutter door and other strange sounds were continuous, so that Ning Lang, who had just woken up, could not fall asleep again.

"Damn it."

"Damn it."

Ning Lang continued to regret in his heart, he opened his eyes and scanned the small bookstore, the scene of the black hole made him panic even more, lest something strange suddenly emerge from the darkness.

Just when Ning Lang wanted to close his eyes again, a strange light suddenly lit up in the entire bookstore, which suddenly made Ning Lang's whole body struggle a few times, and the marching bed was creaked by him, and he himself involuntarily fell off the narrow marching bed.

Fear is extreme, and Ning Lang is fearless. Although he is still afraid of ghosts that are only in legends, Ning Lang's surname has one thing, that is, when he can't avoid it, he faces it calmly.

The current situation was extremely weird, and even if Ning Lang was afraid, it would be useless, so he even stood up, casually touched a hard-shell book as a weapon, and looked carefully towards the place where the light was emitting.

It's just that as soon as he saw the center of the light, Ning Lang involuntarily fell backwards, and all his thoughts disappeared completely at this moment, until his back fell to the ground and he regained consciousness.

"Woo" Ning Lang groaned, this time he fell a little hard, but when he touched the bag that was already swollen at the back of his head, there was a surprised smile on his face.

"The Book of Ten Thousand Laws!"

A golden book with a golden light turned the pages slowly but surely without wind. The moment Ning Lang saw the book, all the news about it instantly disappeared into his mind.

This strange situation made Ning Lang even have a hint of joy, and he could sensitively feel that a life that was different from the past was about to come to him.

But just when Ning Lang wanted to reach out to take the "Book of Ten Thousand Laws", a ray of light shot straight into his body from it, instantly paralyzing him, and a gentle light swept him into it and brought him into the golden book.

The light flickered for a moment, and the entire golden book disappeared into the small bookstore, along with the disappearance of the bookstore's owner, Ning Lang.

Opening his eyes, Ning Lang was stunned to see that the huge fireball in the sky was bubbling with raging flames, as if it would fall down and fall on him in the next moment.

But at this moment, he was too lazy to move, and a feeling of swelling gradually spread all over his body, as if someone was boiling a water and land puja in his mind, and the sound of gongs and drums roared endlessly.

After a long time, Ning Lang finally had a little strength to move his body slightly, he turned his head to the side and looked sideways, a vast blue forest appeared in the distance, and wisps of cold aura gradually moved from there, making him unconsciously shake a few times.

Looking at it carefully, those blue colors were actually hard ice cubes, which sealed the entire forest, and at this moment, under the illumination of the fireballs in the sky, they didn't gather all their cold air, but even a little cold air that came over made Ning Lang feel a little unbearable.

"Where is this? Did I cross over? ”

Seeing this inexplicable place, thinking that he was still in his small bookstore just now, Ning Lang couldn't help but think of the various fantasy novels he had read for a long time, could it be that he was brought to another world by the Book of Ten Thousand Laws?

Ning Lang, who couldn't figure it out, patted his forehead and sat up, and after a while, the strength of his body began to gradually pour into his body, and soon returned to his original state.

Ning Lang, who had regained his strength, stood up and looked up at the huge fireball that seemed to be close in the air, and streams of heat continued to transmit to his surroundings through it, dissolving the cold air from the frozen forest in the distance.

It was a barren place, Ning Lang didn't see anything other than the forest in front of him, not far behind him, only endless darkness.

A stone was picked up from the ground by Ning Lang and thrown into a dark place, without any echo, as if it had been swallowed up by the darkness.

Except for the forest, everything around was so dark, and Ning Lang found that unless he didn't want to leave here, there was only one road to the forest in front of him.

Staying here with no food and no water, you can only wait for death, Ning Lang doesn't want to die like this, so she can only walk forward. Walking through the frozen forest and stepping out, you might be able to get a sense of what this is.

But it didn't take long for Ning Lang to know what was going on.

The moment Ning Lang stepped onto the edge of the frozen forest, a pleasant voice sounded in his ears, and a curtain of light appeared in front of him.

Trial of the Newcomers: Frozen Forest (1)

Objective: Kill the Icetooth Wolf King

Success Reward: Random Spell (2)

Failure Penalty: Death

At the end of the death, the bright red font seemed to indicate something terrible.

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