The night is slightly cool.

Jiang Han's bloodshot eyes stared at the coreless ancient lamp on the table, and the ancient pictograms were blurred on the lamp wall.

Pick up the magnifying glass on the table, and the scale on the lamp is enlarged little by little.

Jiang Han's breathing was a little rapid, the hand holding the magnifying glass was trembling, and sweat was dripping out of his forehead little by little.

Before the end of life, be sure to figure out what it is.

After all, it made itself bald.

The wind was streaming in through the windows, and the old lamps rustled in the medical records of the hospital specialists.

The words advanced cancer are particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Han held a magnifying glass in one hand, and slowly rotated the ancient lamp with the other hand, and the pictograms of the ancient lamp came into view frame by frame.

As the hand rotates faster, the pictograms on the ancient lamp gradually show continuous changes.

"These patterns seem to be an ancient ritual. ”

"It's like a special font. ”

"How does its wick light up?"

Jiang Han seemed to have grasped the key, and the truth was only separated by a layer of paper.

Sweat dripped from Jiang Han's forehead onto the old lamp.

Jiang Han, who was concentrating, saw the ancient lamp light up little by little.

The flickering light illuminated his face.

The brain went blank.

Open your eyes.

The door was blown open by the wind.

Jiang Han felt a little cold.

My throat is a little dry.

Pick up the cup on the table and want to drink water.

But only the dried tea leaves remained.

Jiang Han picked up the ancient lamp, with joy on his face, walked to the water dispenser with a teacup, pressed the hot and cold water switch, and no water flowed out.

"I forgot to call for water again. ”

Jiang Han felt more and more dry in his mouth.

The wind blew the door open.

Jiang Han habitually touched his head.

I've been getting thirsty lately.

Got dark?

Jiang Han frowned.

How can a mansion with one acre and three points of land have no lights?

"I forgot to pay the electricity bill again. ”

Jiang Han walked out of the manor, and the wind became stronger and stronger.

Jiang Han's hair fluttered and rubbed on his face in a mess.

Jiang Han stopped.

Hair?

The chemotherapy is long gone.

He reached out and grabbed it, and pulled it hard, it hurt!

Wrong!

Jiang Han turned around.

The familiar mansion has been blurred.

There was darkness all around.

Suddenly, a dark shadow struck him.

He subconsciously raised his hand, and the light shone brightly, accompanied by a sharp cry, the shadow was sucked in by the light, and then the ancient lamp in his hand disappeared, as if it merged into his body.

What the heck?

Jiang Han brought the lamp closer to his eyes.

The lamp reflected a handsome young man with long hair and beard, and a white face.

Jiang Han rubbed his eyes, and the complicated memories poured in like a flip book, and the vague mansion behind him gradually faded away.

Jiang Han opened his eyes again.

There was light in the manor.

It's a lantern.

The lamp that reflected his face just now turned into a paper lantern, and a middle-aged man handed it over with a bowl of sugar water, his expression was full of pampering and disappointment, and his words were flat: "Han'er, didn't your mother say that you were very sick, and you came out at night and forgot the lessons of the past?"

Han'er?

Jiang Han looked at the familiar and unfamiliar middle-aged man in front of him, he was too familiar with the other party's eyes, once when he chose to engage in archaeology, his father had always straightened his waist and could only see it when he was smoking a cigarette, and then bent down to cover the coffin, or left him the family property of the rich and noble, and silently supported his archaeological career.

The name of the middle-aged man came to Jiang Han's mind:

Eno Watari.

His father.

A bowl of honey-colored water was handed over, and he turned around and left with his hands behind his back: "The turtle Ling soup your mother found for you, drink it, don't go out in the future when it's dark." ”

Jiang Han took the bowl.

Holding a bowl in his hand, his face reflected in the sugar-colored water is not very clear.

Thirsty, he drank all the water.

The strong smell of medicine entered his throat, and his throat moistened his lungs.

The brain gradually wakes up:

He's dead.

The soul passed through with that ancient lamp.

There are a lot of memories in the brain that don't belong to the original world.

The owner of this body is still Jiang Han, born in a martial arts family in Huanggu Village, with 100 acres of fertile land, a martial arts hall, no worries about food and clothing since childhood, a small maid leading a horse when going out, a girl changing clothes at the door, a standard rich boy.

Originally, he only needed to inherit the family business, continue to be a martial arts director, and be respected by people in several villages and miles, and his life would be perfect.

But this trajectory of life was shattered when Jiang Han was ten years old: he broke into the dark and was found unconscious, and since then his body has been weak and he can no longer practice martial arts.

According to Lang Zhong, some of his three souls and seven spirits are missing.

It is common sense that people have few spirits and short lifespans, and it is difficult to live past the age of eighteen.

And the owner of this body is now twenty years old.

No wonder Eno Wataru looked at him with such a complicated expression.

Alive, dead.

It's a purgatory for everyone.

Jiang Han accepted the fact of crossing.

But he was puzzled.

What was the matter with that dark shadow just now?

He remembered that the black shadow was like a moth to a fire, extinguished by the light.

Turn around and walk into the room.

The layout inside has changed greatly, there is no workbench, no magnifying glass, but there are antique couches, desks, wardrobes, tables, shadow walls, and the room is filled with the pungent smell of Chinese medicine.

Everything is different from what it used to be.

But the wind was still blowing.

The bitter wind made him shiver.

The candles on the table are blown out.

The lantern at the corner of the pavilion shone in a faint light.

A dark shadow flickered in the light and fell on the wall that separated the bed and the hall.

The mournful voice seemed to roar from the heart.

Jiang Han did not panic, he was engaged in archaeology, and he had seen many strange things about ancient tombs.

Walking to the table where the candles were placed, and taking out the fire fold from the table below the table like muscle memory, Jiang Han did not immediately light the candle, but turned around and looked at the shadow on the shadow wall.

It's your own.

It turned out to be a hallucination.

Jiang Han lit the candle.

Shut the door.

The room was lit up.

The shadow on the shadow wall moves towards the ground.

Jiang Han sat in front of the table where the candles were lit.

The wick of the candle is burning.

Jiang Han looked at the wick of the candle, thinking about the incredible crossing process.

It must have something to do with that weird lamp.

But where did it go?

The thing that changed the trajectory of fate was suddenly lost, which made Jiang Han a little distracted.

But at this moment, he saw a strange information panel appear in the light and shadow.

——

Name: Jiang Han.

Constitution: 0.10 (+)

Power: 0.50 (+)

Dexterity: 0.50 (+)

True element: 0

Exercise: fixed pile type (foundation, can be lifted)

Realm: The realm of washing dust.

Soul Value: 100

——

Jiang Han closed his eyes and looked at it again, the panel still existed, but in the attribute panel, on the shading of the four attributes, such as physique, strength, agility, true element, and four attributes, there were four peculiar patterns, which were the ancient lamp pictograms that he had not studied for a long time.

If you look closely at the appearance of the properties panel, it is actually the shape of an ancient lamp.

The wick that cannot be lit is faintly lit at this time.

I see.

The pictogram on the ancient lamp represents different attributes, physique, strength, agility, and true element are not difficult to understand, after all, in the previous life, in addition to leisure, he would also play online games, engage in love, play MOBA games, open the five blacks, physique is equal to health, strength is strength, agility represents speed, evasion rate, and true element represents internal force, or refers to 'blue', 'Mp'.

What about the lit wick, which represents the soul value?

What is Divine Soul Value.

Jiang Han frowned.

The '+' after the data caught his attention.

But the first thing he cares about is the value in front of him, the existence of the number, which means the reference value, the standard value.

Jiang Han habitually made inferences: just reborn, weak physique, 0.10 should be based on 'health' as a reference, that is, the value of a normal person is 1, because weakness leads to a decrease in strength and agility, only half of the level of a normal person, the true yuan is 0, this 0 is not 0.00, and there is no '+', which means that it represents 'none', and special conditions are required to open it, and the exercises are 'fixed pile style', which shows that when he was very young, he laid a little foundation in martial arts, and it can be improved means that he can be upgraded under the premise of meeting the conditions. And the two digits after the decimal point, plus the unknown Soul value of 100, does it mean that the 'exchange value' is 1:100, or 0.01:1?

"Constitution +0.01!"

Jiang Han thought silently.

The values have changed:

Constitution: 0.11 (+)

There is no change in strength and agility, and the Divine Soul value is 99.

And so it was. So what are you waiting for?

Jiang Han: "All plus physique." ”

After a moment, the feeling of weakness on Jiang Han's body disappeared.

The Properties panel has changed.

——

Name: Jiang Han.

Constitution: 1.10

Power: 0.50

Dexterity: 0.50

True Yuan: 0.00

Exercises: Pile Fixing Pose (Entry, Not Lifting)

Realm: The realm of washing dust.

Soul Value: 0

——

The + sign disappeared, the Divine Soul value became 0, and the fixed pile type became non-promotable, indicating that the Divine Soul value needed to be consumed to improve the exercise, and the rest did not change.

In addition to this, the wick of the ancient lamp dimmed and lost its light.

The wick represents Spirit.

The words 'light the sky lantern' couldn't help but appear in Jiang Han's mind.

He suddenly shuddered, the terrible scream that appeared before was not the sound of another life form 'ghost', and the existence of the ancient lamp could devour this kind of 'ghost'.

Jiang Han searched his memory, and sure enough, he found the information of the 'ghost'.

But what I remember the most is the old admonition of 'don't go out when it's dark'.

Many answers have to be found in books.

Jiang Han opened a book and read it under the candle.

Two hours later, Jiang Han closed the book, rubbed his eyes that were sore by the candle, and returned to the bed to lie down, Jiang Han was slightly sleepy, this world was much more mysterious than he imagined.

This is an ancient martial arts world where martial arts flourished, unusually vast, people seek truth and immortality with martial arts, martial artists are popular, and there are also stories of heaven and man, gods and demons spread in the world.

The ultimate in martial arts, you can go to the gods, and you can get immortality.

However, for most martial artists, the fivefold realm of martial artists is already the limit.

These fivefold realms are: dust washing, external training, rebirth, marrow washing, and impurity.

However, above the fivefold martial artist, there are heavens and men who can transform into mortals to find immortality.

There are gods and demons above the heavens, and the warrior is vulnerable in front of the gods, and the warrior is just a little stronger among the gods grazing ants.

There were once martial artists who intended to go against the sky and fought with the gods of heaven and man, and the gods were furious and imprisoned the ghosts of martial artists in the forbidden land to deter the martial artists in the world.

And this continent that Jiang Han crossed happened to be the forbidden place where the gods exiled the ghosts, and it was called the 'God's Forsaken Land'.