Wang An knew what was in the box.

It seemed to be part of the life essence of some powerful being.

But what exactly it is, and how Wang An's father got this part of the essence of life in the first place, maybe Wang An's mother knows something. But now, because of her death, it has become a permanent mystery.

The life essence of a powerful life, even if it is partial, will make too many people rush to it.

Wang An knew that that guy might also know something about this box, and framing himself to lower to the ground level also had something to do with the contents of this box.

Fortunately, Wang An remembered the advice of his parents, and he carefully kept the box until now.

This powerful life essence was too powerful for him, and his body might not be able to withstand it, so he never used the contents of this box.

But now, he has no choice.

There is a small key in the compartment of the glasses case that you carry with you, and if you don't open it with a key, the poison in the box will contaminate the essence of life.

This is what Wang An's mother reminded.

However, everyone knows that this kind of defense is only deceiving themselves.

How could anyone who really had the strength to snatch this life essence care about the fragile defenses in the box?

The small lock clicked open.

Wang An, who was too nervous, also stopped beating violently.

Inexplicably, perhaps it was too much expectation, or maybe it was a panic about the future, or maybe it was other reasons, Wang An subconsciously pressed the lid of the box hard to prevent the box from opening.

After a long stalemate between the violent breathing and the overflowing struggle in his heart, Wang An got rid of the inner struggle, lifted the lid of the small box hard, closed his eyes, and grabbed it in his hand regardless of what was inside.

The palm of his hand instantly became extremely hot, as if he was grasping an iron ball that was about to melt.

Even the temperature of the entire room is increasing in an instant.

At that moment, Wang An thought he was in a furnace.

Without hesitation, Wang An suddenly opened his mouth and resolutely swallowed the small thing in his hand, which might only be the size of a capsule.

In an instant, a strange color suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The ultimate darkness like "nothing", the blue that is so strange that people can't take their eyes off it, and the dazzling enough to melt all the red......

These colors are mixed together, communicative and alienated from each other. seems to be surrounded by Wang An, and seems to be integrated with Wang An. Except for vision, Wang An was deprived of all other perceptions.

I don't know how long it took for this undulating color to fade all of a sudden.

It felt like it was coming back with a buzzing noise for a moment.

Wang An opened his eyes.

In front of him, it wasn't his dimly lit cabin, and there was no sticky and smelly air around him.

It was a small house, surrounded by piles of split firewood and sun-dried rice stalks, and the smell of smoke hung down above the roof, flickering with the wind outside the window.

Wang An sat in the corner, and the two spiders weaved two webs on the firewood not far from him, which were white-stained, and the corpses of some flying insects were wrapped on them.

The light fell on the smoke before it soaked into the room, leaving the whole room foggy, with occasional refractions and flickering sounds.

It's like being in a dream.

But dreams are definitely not so clear.

Wang An rubbed his eyes, and the touch let him know that there was no problem with what he saw, and the place he was in was not a dream.

This......

What the hell?!

Wang An's head is as big as a fight.

I just took a life essence, and before I even realized what it was like to take it, I inexplicably came to a strange world.

There seems to be only one thing that can be determined now.

I'm alive, and it's not in a dream.

"Could this be the ability to awaken after taking the Life Essence? How else how can all this be explained?! ”

Awakened!

Wang An's mind went blank for a while.

Nearly ten years of hard work on the ground floor, waiting for this moment today.

And now, all of a sudden, there is a result.

The joys and sorrows of life made him temporarily unacceptable when he was only 20 years old.

After another moment, Wang An was relieved from this emotion of suffering from gains and losses.

At this time, in addition to surprises, I was also a little uneasy.

Coming to this strange world means that his ability to awaken must be related to "space".

As long as it's space-related abilities, there's no low-level one!

Therefore, as long as Wang An can return to his own world, he can enter the sixth layer above ground at worst! Even higher.

However, this ability seems to have no self-control, and he doesn't even know how to get back into his own world.

Wang An rubbed his face.

Anyway, the ability is awakened.

And he has to try his best to survive in this strange world until his ability is triggered again, and then he returns to the original world.

He needs to know more about the world and master it.

Wang An thought as he stepped on straw sandals to break through the fog in the hut, pushed the door and walked out.

The fog outside was even thinner, giving everything around him a subtle graininess, something Wang An had seen on the third floor — they called oil paintings.

In the distance, a thud could be heard, as if someone was smashing something.

Farther away, there were loud shouts, wheels, tinkling rings, temple bells buzzing.

Life quickly blooms in this time.

Compared to the sorrow and despair on the ground layer, this world is still full of life and strength even in the early morning mist.

A sound of footsteps came from behind the mist, and immediately after, a tall and thin figure gradually condensed from the silhouette into a solid body, appearing in front of Wang An.

The man was a tall, thin man in his thirties. At least 1.8 meters tall, slender and wearing a short coat, he looks fluttering in the morning light. The most striking thing is that he doesn't look very old and has a really high hairline.

Almost half bald.

Seeing Wang An, the man smiled and said, "What are you doing standing here?" Do you want to wait for you? ”

Wang An's mind turned into a memory for no reason, a memory of his identity. This scared him.

When I was in the second grade of elementary school on the third floor above ground, when I was taking the "Ability Overview Class", the teacher once said: "Spatial ability can bring about many unexplained phenomena, don't think about why these phenomena occur, because spatial ability itself is chaotic and unsolvable." ”

Wang An remembered this sentence, as a test center, he deducted seven points on it and was beaten. So the memory is especially deep.

He even remembered that it was two multiple-choice questions and one judgment correction, which added up to seven points in total, and he lost them all.

Having an identity and memories that are recognized by the world seems to be the "extra effect" of spatial abilities.

He's a.

This is the most straightforward thing that memory brings.

In this world, he is still called Wang An, and he stays in a place called "Changsha Branch of Fuwei Dart Bureau". As an orphan, he was once adopted by the dart bureau with several of his peers, where he studied martial arts with the goal of becoming a qualified executioner.

It can also be said to become a qualified "shield".

The dart bureau is responsible for escorting all kinds of valuables or protecting dignitaries from one city to another, and in the process of escorting, it is natural to encounter all kinds of robbers.

With the exception of a few exceptions, most of the robbers were vicious and did not care about life or death. As they swarmed forward, the backbone of the game needed to suffer as few casualties as possible, and the executioners formed the real line of defense.

Compared to the dart master, the casualty rate of the executioner is higher, so ordinary people are rarely willing to take the initiative to do this kind of thing. The best source of executioners is orphans like Wang An.

Without parents, there is no need to think about any pension, not only to guard the caravan, but also to let them do all kinds of chores.

As long as they can feed them, these orphans will have no choice but to survive.

After taking in these orphans, in addition to providing basic meals, the dart board will also let the dart master teach some superficial martial arts. After all, with a certain amount of combat effectiveness, the executioner can resist the more dangerous robber attacks, instead of messing with the robbers when they arrive.

It's just that Wang An is a natural fool when it comes to learning martial arts.

He is rough-handed, has low comprehension, is timid, and has no other strengths than great strength.

Other peers have successfully bet on the game a few times, but Wang An can only stay in the game. For this, his salary is getting lower and lower. The other runners had been able to live in a four-person brick room with warm bedding, but Wang An could only live in a small firewood room behind the kitchen, shivering in the autumn nights.

The memory came here, and Wang An temporarily got rid of the stunned state.

The face of the person with a high hairline in front of him was slightly dissatisfied, probably Wang An's sluggishness was already famous, and it was not uncommon for him to be suddenly stunned at this time, so this person finally just said: "Go to the martial arts arena quickly, otherwise there will be no food at noon." ”

Wang An nodded.

He still had a lot of questions to ask, but he was adamant about keeping his mouth shut.

After all, the more you say, the more you get wrong.

Even if there is a memory of the identity of this world, it is more important to observe and listen more.

The person with a high hairline is called Yang Shuxiong, he is a dart master, he has not been in the dart game for a long time, he is very skilled, and when he saw Wang An nodding, he turned around and walked towards the place where the "bang" sound was made.

Wang An followed closely behind Yang Shuxiong.

The two of them walked along the courtyard wall for a while, one after the other, and an arch appeared in front of them.

There is a descending tiger painted on the wall behind the arch, which is murderous, and with the continuous shouting sound behind the wall, it is even more imposing.

When I got around the wall, I saw a large courtyard of about one or two hundred square meters, which was similar to the playground in the school on the first floor of the ground.

However, this courtyard is circular, and there is no runway in it, just a dusty loess paving.