The most precious thing for a person is life, and life is only once for everyone.

So everyone is trying to make their lives more meaningful and extraordinary.

Some people are alive, but they are dead, which is called an ordinary life.

But some people are dead, and he is still alive, and this is an extraordinary life.

Standing quietly in a dark space, looking at the spherical object in front of him that shimmered with a faint milky white light.

Yang Fan's slightly immature face did not have the slightest shock because of this strange scene at this moment, but more as it should be.

His short life is really undeserved, and he feels that his life is really too ordinary.

He was an ordinary young boy from the earth world, and his life was short.

Although there is a mortal character in his name, his parents gave him such a name, probably hoping that he could have an extraordinary life.

But in his short 20 years of life, he went to elementary school, junior high school, and high school step by step, and never skipped a grade because of good study.

even passed a grade, and his academic performance will always hover above the red line of 60 years long-lived.

Even during the college entrance examination not long ago, a university that was admitted because of the luck of stepping on shit was just one of the ordinary universities.

Even not long ago, when he helped the old lady cross the street because of his sudden love, he was hit by a car that didn't know where it came from, and the only thought left in that world was: "TMD, even the car that hit Lao Tzu is such a dilapidated and ordinary Santana." ”

Of course, that was only an idea not so long ago.

"How could I spend my life so ordinary......"

At this moment, looking at the sphere in front of him that emitted milky white light, Yang Fan felt a burst of excitement in his heart.

Because of the car accident not long ago, he obviously felt that he had been knocked out, and it was obvious that there was more than luck.

But at this moment, he was standing intact in a dark space, only the sphere in front of him emitted a faint white light.

Although he was only in his early twenties before the accident, he had been lingering at a certain point all year round, and he couldn't be more familiar with those time-traveling novels, rebirth novels, and plane shuttle novels.

Looking down at his intact body, it was obvious that he was not injured at all, and looking at his state, it was not a soul state at all.

Yang Fan, who has read countless novels, at this moment, was excited to find a very good explanation for his state.

Brother reborn?

Or is it that my brother has crossed over?

Or did my brother borrow the corpse to resurrect his soul?

It's just that what's going on in this dark space, and what the milky white ball in front of you is.

Yang Fan's brain spun at a speed never before before, and he took a deep breath as he shouted at the white ball.

"Come out, ...... Bikachu"

Ah, wrong, it should be......

"Come out, system ......"

……

"System!"

……

"Hey, system, you're coming out......"

After shouting several times in a row, the ball of light didn't bird him at all, and there was no movement at all, let alone any change.

Yang Fan finally realized that this meow didn't come according to his idea at all!

What about the said good system?

What about the infinite space?

What about the rebirth through the golden finger?

I looked down at my body again, obviously, very weird!

Something absolutely unthinkable has happened, because Yang Fan's memory still remembers the scene at the beginning when he was hit by the small broken car that came out of nowhere.

"Hey, Daisen......"

The ball of light still didn't react, and Yang Fan said to himself: "Isn't it a Chinese immortal?" ”

"Hello, MYGOD......"

"Hey, it doesn't seem to be a Western ...... either"

Yang Fan smashed his mouth and muttered, "Could it be Xiao Shimamoto?" No matter, give it a try, I remember how you said it......"

"Cry and dig ...... together"

……

After waiting for three seconds, there was still no movement......

Yang Fan felt that his head was very big, he had tried a lot in a row, what like Buddha, Jade Emperor Queen Mother, God, Jesus, Allah, that little ball did not react at all.

"Am I mistaken, this is not a so-called main god or a living thing at all, but just an artifact?"

Suspiciously, he stared at the small ball of white light again, Yang Fan hesitated slightly, then stepped forward, stretched out his hand and touched the milky white light.

Well, it's warm, it's soft, and even the whole body and mind feel refreshed.

It's just that what Yang Fan didn't notice was that the moment he put his hand up, the white light suddenly emitted a faint red, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Candidates, please respect ......"

The sudden voice was silent, and it directly acted on Yang Fan's mind, making him startled.

"Hell......"

At the same time, Yang Fan jumped backwards and stared around with some shock.

At this moment, the voice just now was too sudden, not at all like it came from nowhere, but more like it was directly acting on his mind.

Looking at the darkness around him, he felt as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him all around, could there really be a ghost? He couldn't help but shudder.

"Alternative, a ghost is a special soul-like object, according to the rules of the world, this creature, its essence is returned to the sky, the flesh is returned to the earth, the blood is returned to the water, and the breath is turned into the undead and returned to the netherworld, I have a form and a substance, and I am not a ghost at all."

This time Yang Fan heard it clearly, because this time the voice did not appear in his mind abruptly, but came from the white ball of light in front of him.

"What the hell are you?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but ask loudly.

"I'm not a thing......"

The ball of light replied.

"It's not something, it's something?"

"If it's not something, it's not something......"

Yang Fan "......"

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to kick the white ball of light into the air, Yang Fan asked.

"And what the hell are you?"

This time, the white ball of light didn't give Xuanyuan Tian any more crazy answers, but thought about Yang Fandao.

"I am ......"