Dark, cold, and full of death.

I kept reminding myself subconsciously, don't go to sleep, don't go to sleep...

She succeeded, waking up in a daze. When she opened her eyes, a deep darkness awaited her. There is nothing, not even the mind seems hollow in this darkness.

She was a little panicked, had she already reached the underworld?

At this moment, the door opened, and a beam of light shone through the crack in the door, and immediately, a swaying figure appeared in his sight. She walked in slowly, carrying a basket in her hand.

Han Qian saw that she was lying on a broken bed, and the faint pain on her body made her confirm that she was still alive.

In this way, she was relieved and had the strength to recall the memories of the 17-year-old original host. From the entire survival background to the living environment and relatives, Han Qian's face was pale.

She watched as Grandma had set up the lamp, then turned back and slowly closed the door. As far as I can remember, I was confined.

The room was lit up all of a sudden, and Han Qian still looked at the room with the last glimmer of hope, hoping that the memories of the original host were not true.

However, she was disappointed. Here, it's pretty much the same as the logic of memory inference.

A large gum, an old-fashioned desk was full of dust. There was an unknown lamp on the desk, and next to it was the basket that Grandma had just put down.

Grandma walked towards her, this is the grandma in the memory of the original host, who has taken care of herself since she was a child, this should be the person she is closest to.

"Miss, are you awake?" Grandma said and helped her shallow body to sit up.

Her movements are gentle, and there is a kind warmth on her body. Han Qian felt that she was gently helped up and sat down, and she remembered that many people here are cultivated. Even if they are stripped of their spiritual roots like Grandma, their physical strength is not comparable to that of a modern person.

"You've always been weak, and you can't do this without eating." Grandma said, opening the basket on the desk and taking out the food. Clip some vegetables and put them in the rice bowl. Picked up, walked to the cold bed and sat down.

It turns out that the host's body is the same as his own body, not just weak. It's frail. Otherwise, how could you be slapped to death?

Han Qian ate the food that Grandma fed her one bite at a time, without saying a word, when she first arrived here, it always hurts to be cautious.

Her mind searched for the information she needed right now.

"Miss, don't blame the adults. The burden on the minds of adults is also heavy. Grandma said to herself.

How Han Qian didn't know that his father had a heavy burden on his thoughts. The ancestors of the Yu family were originally nobles, and their great-grandfathers and grandparents had outstanding achievements on the battlefield.

Unbeknownst to him, in his father's generation, because of the sudden and surprisingly low spiritual root, it completely declined. Since then, no one cares.

He worked hard to cultivate, but he still let the Gentiles with a little cultivation break their legs when he was marching. Even walking, he had to rely on the crutches he hated so much. In Condor City, if a man is no longer trained and marches to fight, it is already the greatest shame.

Because of his ancestral relationship, Yu Zhiqi reluctantly hung a position in the army, with a salary of 2,000 Condor coins per month. However, due to the pain of his leg injury, he contracted the illusion grass.

Illusion grass is a poisonous hemp grass that can make people hallucinate, and make people feel satisfied in the illusion. The price of the Illusion Grass is not expensive in the Condor City, which is rich in Immortal Grass, but it can't bear the amount that Yu Zhiqi needs to live in this illusion every moment. It was rare for him to have an hour or two a day when he was awake.

Now, with the new policy, each person in Yaxian City needs a currency tax burden of 500 Divine Eagle per month.

Since the depressed biological mother remarried, there are three people left in the family, and they have to pay a tax burden of 1,500 Condor coins per month.

After paying taxes on the salary of 2,000 Condor Coins, the remaining 500 Condor Coin is enough for Yu Zhiqi to have a month's Illusion Grass, but the whole family still needs to eat. That's a lot of money. In addition, there are tuition fees for himself and his younger brother, and the Yu family is just eating the old books left by their ancestors.

Seeing this bad situation, Yu Zhiqi is disabled, although he does not hope to get married and get rich, but relying on the reputation of his ancestors, it is not a big problem to find someone to marry to maintain his life. So, at the age of 43, Yu Zhiqi remarried Pan Youfan, the low-level Linggen daughter of a small businessman who was not married at the age of 42.

Half a month before this, her father and this Miss Pan got married in the bustle of banging and beating.

How do you know, this bride Miss Pan was originally in love with a handsome man, but later she was still infatuated after being disliked by others, and hoped that when he lacked arms and legs, he would have the opportunity to take care of him, and refused to get married.

When I saw Tanlang, I was wrong for life. Years later, I found out that I had made the wrong payment. Now, after marrying such a man I don't like, I simply broke the jar and broke it, and my newlywed husband was a companion and sank, and I burned the illusion grass together.

Who knows, I didn't burn the phantom grass yesterday, and my temper came together, so I found trouble with the frail and sickly Yu Hanqian.

Because of the difficulty of supporting the economy alone, Yu Zhiqi did not dare to offend the bride Pan Youfan, if Pan Youfan wanted to divorce at this time, they would almost have to leave Yaxian City.

The former nobles can no longer hold the fairy blade. Now, he wants to leave the noble city of Yaxian where he has lived for decades. That's a great shame.

In addition, Yu Zhiqi especially dislikes Yu Hanqian's daughter. She looks too much like her beautiful mother, in this Condor City where you can remarry and live together at will; Yu Zhiqi was abandoned by his beautiful wife~

Therefore, every time he sees Yu Hanqian, there is always a faint resentment in his heart. Thinking of Pan Youfan, who was willing to marry him, although his appearance was really not good, and his spiritual root was too low, he was better than the woman who abandoned him after all. He beat Yu Hanqian ruthlessly, giving the young lady enough face.

"Ah, miss. If you leave Yaxian City and don't pay taxes, maybe the adults won't be so grumpy. Grandma said while feeding Yu Hanqian.

Han Qian's heart was shocked, she now understands a problem very well, that is, in Yaxian City of Condor City, if there is no money and no spiritual root, then she will not be able to live at all.

If, as Grandma said, you can leave Yaxian City, the pressure on your life will be less. That cold assurance, she will go crazy.

What kind of joke is it that a modern man in the 21st century came here and was ordered to have at least 6 children? In Yu Han's eyes, this is too incredible and ridiculous.

This reminded her that in the democratic 21st century, there is a joke among girls, 'Girl, if you don't work hard, you have to have children~', but even those wealthy young grandmothers in the 21st century, for the sake of grace, only give birth to 2 or 3. That's a lot...

She and her hapless father agreed on this. She won't leave Yaxian City even if she dies~

This crossing, there is really no one.

"Miss, why don't you speak? Don't scare Grandma..."Grandma didn't say a word when she saw Han Qian, she fed a bite, ate a bite, and acted mechanically. She was scared. Wouldn't it be stupid? If that's the case, the adults won't care about her, and the young lady can only wait for death in this little dark room.

Han Qian swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at Grandma and smiled, "Grandma, I'm fine." When I'm ready, I'll go to the 'Immortal Pavilion'." ”

Yu Hanqian's mother and ancestors are also a big family, and now they are in decline. Because of the low spiritual root, he married Yu Zhiqi, and after giving birth to two children, the spiritual root was so low, plus Yu Zhiqi was not doing his job, he couldn't cultivate it, and he couldn't be a senior guard, not to mention other careers, he was not willing to do it. simply, see the opportunity to remarry.

Because the ancestors of the two families were once big families and big nobles. After all, fame. Therefore, her biological mother "went all out and danced with long sleeves." "Let Yu Han enter the 'Immortal Pavilion'.

There are big nobles and children of big families in the Immortal Pavilion, just for Han Qian to have the opportunity to come into contact with these people. Although her spiritual root is low, her mother thinks that the beautiful Han Qian still has a chance to marry a good family background.

The concubine of the current lord of Condor City is a woman with a low spiritual root and a beautiful appearance. The evaluation of All-God Eagle City for her is, 'If the bridge of her nose could be a little lower, I think she would not have suffered the disaster of destroying the city in the first place'

Han Qian recalled the last time he saw his mother, his mother just touched her head. Yin Yin said, "That's all I can do for you~"

When Grandma heard that Han Qian was still talking about the 'Immortal Pavilion', her brows furrowed, "Ouch, my miss, don't mention it, the adults just don't want you to continue to go to the 'Immortal Pavilion' to cultivate immortals, so they have always been obsessed." ”

On this matter, Yu Zhiqi has always held opposite opinions with his ex-wife, Yu Zhiqi thinks; Now it is best to take advantage of the young and delicate to find a rich man to marry, this is the way out.

With such a low spirit root, it is in vain to cultivate any 'Immortal Pavilion', it is simply a waste of Condor Coins. The children of the nobility are not fools, who would marry a woman with such a low spiritual root?