Xiao Bing's face was pale, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was silent for a long time, and then asked, "What about the energy attribute?" ”

"Energy attributes, preliminary classification, third-order negative energy, according to my feelings, has the imprint of Europe, however, I carefully perceive it for the second time, this energy has been neutralized, so in fact, the traction may fall on the second-level space level, and it is a space that belongs to European civilization, miss, the specific content, I also have to invite the master of the sixth order to come and carefully explore and position, and we should also pay attention to the time."

"I know this, I'll handle this matter, has the perpetrator been found?" Xiao Bing naturally understands that all spaces have assimilation, and even if they are not killed, they will slowly assimilate over time, so time is very urgent.

"After the accident, witnesses who were present immediately reported to the police, and ten minutes later, the police blocked the nearby road, and the person responsible for the accident was a local and was already on trial at the police station."

"Is that so? Be sure to find out about this! ”

"Yes, we'll investigate."

"Fang Xin, I hurt you." When they left, Xiao Bing spoke in a barely audible voice, his fingernails cutting into the flesh, oozing blood.

When Fang Xin opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying in a room made of wood and mud. And there are some memories that keep coming back.

Dead again, taken away again? Fang Xin's first thought was this.

A gloomy wind came through the cracks in the tattered walls, carrying a faint chill and fishy smell.

And his body, lying on the hay, was only wearing a thin old coat with many patches, but at last there were no tears.

Fang Xin's first time was to sort out his newly acquired memories.

This memory is very messy and very tiring, basically a simple language, and a constant daily life and working life, including the knowledge of some people around me, but for literacy, and books, it is almost blank. The body's name was Hannett, and he was a freedman, a subject of Baron Edie Derek.

Quickly digesting the memory, Fang Xin always felt strange, because he didn't feel the same way about his body as in that future world, as if this body was empty.

Closing his eyes and thinking about it carefully, Fang Xin called: "Jade Ruyi!" ”

Yu Ruyi rose up in response, and slightly emitted light, under the light, Fang Xin suddenly felt a tingling pain all over his body, and was surprised to find that his body began to twist slightly.

"Turn off the light!" Fang Xin was startled and shouted intuitively.

Yu Ruyi turned off the brilliance, and then realized that there was a trace of black qi surrounding his body, and when the merit and brilliance disappeared, the black qi stabilized and returned to its original body form.

As the light disappeared, Fang Xin suddenly felt extremely tired, as if he had done a lot of work, very tired.

Fang Xin thought for a moment and touched his body, feeling very real, not false at all, but what did he see just now?

His mind sank into Yu Ruyi, looking from the inside, and suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed.

The whole heaven and earth, everything is shrouded in a faint black gas, and his own body is divided into two layers, the first layer, flashing with a slight white light, the second layer, although there is blood, bones and internal organs, but all shrouded in black gas, and between the two layers, there is a faint golden light, isolating the communication between the two - this golden light is naturally very familiar to him, it is the holy light of merit.

Is it necessary to quarantine?

He knew that Yu Ruyi would not do meaningless things, and checked Yu Ruyi again, but found that there was not much loss, not a real material body? Is it a virtual body? Fang Xin groaned.

He was no stranger to this situation, as basic theology has argued that the human soul is not an independent entity, but must be attached, either in the real flesh or in the most subtle spiritual qualities.

In other words, in theology, especially in Buddhist theory, people and ghosts and gods are nothing more than a coat, even though this coat is different, which is the six realms.

After thinking for a while, Fang Xin didn't feel much trepidation, of course, this was part of his heart, but more importantly, Yu Ruyi always followed him.

As long as Yu Ruyi followed him, he would no longer be afraid.

"Yu Ruyi, how much merit do you need to be able to send me back?" Fang Xin asked.

Yu Ruyi had a virtual ray of light, straight up to the top, almost filling the top surface, and then flashed and flashed.

Seeing this, Fang was confident that he knew that it was enough to fill the current third layer of the Jade Ruyi space, and the merit required was not very great.

In the cold wind outside, there was always some chill, and Fang Xin digested and sorted out all the memories of this Hannet.

Well, this is a manor, which is not surprising in this European Middle Ages, the main thing in the manor is the land, in addition to farmhouses, barns, cattle pens and stables, as well as handicraft workshops, the manor economy is self-sufficient, from growing grain to spinning, weaving, sewing, baking bread, brewing beer, from raising cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks to making socks, shoes, buckets, saucers, basins, wine glasses, ironware, pots, kitchen knives, etc., all in the manor.

Only a few interacted with the outside world, mainly luxury goods, salt and sugar, etc., and the tenants were not allowed to go out at will, but their own body was a free man.

Freedmen were able to go out at will, move (of course, pay a tax to protect the lord), join the army, do business, and even become mercenaries.

Looking at the mud-painted walls, with swords and old leather armor, combined with his memory, Fang Xin understood how his body obtained the status of a freeman - don't think that freedmen are common, generally speaking, a baron has thousands of tenants, thousands, and there are very few freemen.

The family of this body was a professional soldier who served as a lord for five generations, and died in the second generation, until Hannett's father died, and the lord gave the family the status of a freedman.

It's just that Hannett doesn't seem to have much ability, or is too young, although he is a freeman, he has no ambition to go out, so he acts as a messenger for the manor, or is responsible for going out to transport goods - this is already a good beauty for Hannett.

None of this mattered, Fang Xin's gaze turned to Yu Ruyi - the only question now was whether Yu Ruyi could still accumulate merit in this space?

If so, the way to get merit will be different.

After thinking for a while, Fang Xin's gaze slowly revealed a determined look.

He picked up the sword, this sword was an ordinary iron sword, which had been handed down by his ancestors, and was already covered with rust, and immediately took out the sharpening stone and began to sharpen it.

As a child, Hannett remembers this process, which was a lesson strictly supervised by his father, and after his father's death, Hannett did not grind it again.

Now that it is grinding again, Fang Xin has retrieved the memories of the year, and began to grind it with water and grinding stones.

Half an hour later, he had already polished his sword, revealing a sharp light.

At this time, the sky was already dark, Fang Xin was holding a long sword, and the memory of the basic swordsmanship lessons Hannett received when he was a child surfaced, and Fang Xin's own beginner cross-gate swordsmanship also emerged.

In comparison, in addition to the limited absorption of Hannett's basic swordsmanship courses, it is concentrated on the beginner cross-gate swordsmanship.

This is not the so-called East will be better than the West, swordsmanship is originally used to kill, theoretically speaking, the study is how much killing history of each civilization has, in addition to the conscious prohibition of martial arts, generally speaking, the longer the history of killing, the more complete the evolution of swordsmanship and other killing techniques

Rather, what Fang Xin learned and learned, it was the swordsmanship systematically organized by the entire empire, and the skills that had been tempered for thousands of years were naturally far from being comparable to those learned by soldiers in the countryside.

Fang Xin started running, exercising, familiarizing himself with his body and swordsmanship, and after half an hour, he stopped satisfied.

I took out the leather armor and cleaned it, put on a new lacing, and it was all right.

This has nothing to do with merit, or is not directly related, but it is the only way to protect himself, and he doesn't want to know what will happen if he is killed—the black qi that is isolated makes him have a sense of foreboding.

Now, it's time to wait for an opportunity, or create it yourself.

However, recalling the assassination of himself, Fang Xin's eyes became deep, and it took a long time before he spit out a sentence: "Human beings are human beings after all!" ”

No matter how civilized a society is, darkness is inevitable.