After the soul merged, the intermittent memory fragments in his mind gave him a preliminary understanding of the world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is the United States of America in 1852, and as in history, the industry of the North and the slave plantations of the South are still the main themes of society, but the difference is that there are other things in this world.

Werewolves, vampires, witches......

Dark magic, ghosts, trolls......

Hidden in unknown corners, the legendary creatures drove out to hunt humans for a living, and took pleasure in killing them, adhering to the natural law of the jungle, and became an integral part of this world.

A dark world of killing and chaos.

I didn't expect to come to such a plane.

John clenched his fists, a little nervous, but more excited, and after a moment of cranky thought, his mind slowly calmed down, and found the diary left by the original owner in the mezzanine of the drawer, and flipped through the pages by candlelight.

When a person dies, his soul becomes mutilated, and even his memories are shattered.

The limited fragments of memories absorbed from the remnant soul are mostly related to literature, painting, piano, and in addition to the white woman named "Debbie", it is no wonder that I feel familiar when I first see her.

As for the memory fragments related to the family members, there are very few of them, the father is vague, only the surface impression of rigidity and stubbornness remains, the biological mother has no at all, and the rest of the family can be ignored, only a few names and some memory pictures about the appearance.

It can be seen that the relationship between old "John" and his family is extremely bad.

After knocking on the door three times, Debbie pushed the door in with a plate, looked at the figure reading seriously in the candlelight, thought about it, put the food on the table, stepped back quietly, and closed the wooden door.

The young master didn't like to be disturbed the most when he was reading, but she didn't know that the person in front of her was no longer the original young master, John didn't read, he only looked at the progress bar that was about to come to an end in his field of vision.

Backbite! Backbite! Boom! Boom! ……

99%…

100%…

System reboot complete!

Start Matching Body Data...... Read the data later.

……

John Condon

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Bone age: 22

Height: 179cm

Weight: 64.7kg

Physical condition: thin and weak

The abilities possessed by the ontology (from small to large, there are five levels: basic, beginner, professional, master, and grandmaster. ）：

Painting – Masters;

Upright Piano Performance – Professional;

Recitation – Professional;

Linguistics – specialty;

Shooting — basics;

Hand-to-hand combat – basics;

Riding – basics;

Cooking — basics;

Swordsmanship – basics;

……

……

On the virtual panel, a series of ability values are dazzling, but except for the top four, most of the rest are basic levels, and some of them have not even reached the basic level that children have, you must know that there are more than 90 abilities on the panel!

It's amazing that only four of the more than 90 have reached the foundation, even nerds don't have to stay to this extent!

John's mouth twitched, speechless.

Painting! Piano! Recite! Language!

All right! This is to force yourself to die on the path of the artist.

"Tick! Backbite! The host has completely absorbed the broken soul, and now the soul energy value is 3, whether to choose to strengthen the physical ability! ”

"Soul energy? Aggrandizement? ”

John frowned, a little puzzled, he didn't remember that there was such a function in Zero's central program?

"It's my newfound ability."

Zero explained,

"Traveling through time and space gives me the power to screen souls, and I can also absorb the unconscious remnant souls, extract soul energy from it and store it in the master's body, soul energy is a very magical power, which can assist the master to learn quickly and strengthen its own abilities, for example, the master's current shooting ability is at the basic level, and if you consume 10 soul energy, you can quickly raise it to the entry level."

"However, the master needs to realize that soul energy is not an omnipotent power, it cannot strengthen the body, nor can it act on those ontological abilities that need to be taught by others or studied extensively, which is also its only limitation."

"Very good ability." John said, "How do I get it?" ”

"After a person dies, the consciousness dies, and the soul also collapses, becoming an ownerless thing, it is the best time to extract soul energy, the master only needs to put his hand on the corpse, I can use this as a medium to extract soul energy from the corpse, of course, not any corpse can do, three hours is a time limit, after the time of death exceeds three hours, the residual soul in the corpse will completely dissipate, and then the soul energy can not be extracted."

"How much soul energy can be extracted from a corpse."

"This depends on the strength of the body of the deceased, the stronger the body, the stronger the soul, the stronger the soul, for example, a newly dead adult male can provide 2-4 soul energy, and the average child only has 0-1......"

Speaking of this, Zero suddenly paused, and after a long time, he slowly said,

"Although it is a bit out of bounds, Zero still hopes that the master will promise one thing?"

"What's the matter, you say?" John replied casually,

"Don't hunt innocent lives for the sake of soul energy."

Hearing this, John was suddenly stunned, he never expected Zero to say such a thing, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he nodded, and said with a serious face,

"I promise you."

This is John's promise to Zero, and it is also the constraint he has set for himself.

The more powerful something is, the more it needs to be restrained, otherwise, once it starts to go crazy, it will only destroy itself.

The evening breeze blew through the shop window, causing the candlelight to flicker and flicker, and before I knew it, the striker of the mechanical clock struck for the seventh time.

In the days when there were no lights, night always came very early.

Debbie pushed open the wooden door, looked at the food on the plate that had not moved, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and whispered,

"Young master, you haven't eaten for a day, and if you continue like this, your body will collapse."

"Remove the food from the table! I have no appetite today and don't want to eat. Without looking back, John said,

"Young Master......"

"Don't worry, I just don't have an appetite today, remember to prepare me breakfast for two tomorrow morning."

"Alright then!"

Debbie's lips moved, and finally she swallowed back the words that came to her lips.

"By the way, what about Blake? I've been awake for a long time, and I haven't seen him, my younger brother, come to visit, what is he doing, is he busy? John flipped through his diary and asked in an indifferent tone,

"The second young master is not in the manor, and I heard from the overseer that it seems that he has captured the black slave who escaped."

"He went in person?"

"Yes!"

"When?"

"Between eight and nine o'clock in the morning, it's not clear how much."

This morning?

John's brow furrowed slightly, and he turned to the last page of the diary, which was the last diary entry of old "John" before he died:

I've had enough, Blake Conton, ignorant savage, I don't want to look at you more, ugly face, dirty countenance, like mud by the sewage, and the wild seed of the slutty life deserves to compete with me, wait! On the day when I inherit the property, I will drive you out of the house like a wild dog, and let you live as a slave.

October 3, 1852

The handwriting is sloppy and wild, and the tip of the pen is extremely forceful, like the contents of a diary, with an extremely suppressed hatred.

What a harmonious brotherhood! John looked sarcastic, picked up a pen and drew on the paper.

"Young Master, do you need me to warm you a cup of coffee?" Debbie said,

"No, you go down, I don't need anyone here."

"Oh well! You take a break and remember to turn off the lights before nine o'clock. ”

Debbie bowed slightly, and slowly exited the house with a plate and food.

The room was quiet again, except for the rustle of the tip of the pen against the paper, and John flipped through the diary again, this time very carefully, and used the pen to write down the names of people and places that appeared in the diary.

Childhood friends, teenage buddies, college classmates, gay friends, all kinds of different names appear in his mind, some are familiar, some are very unfamiliar, and the broken memories do not bring detailed additional information to these names, so in order to cope with the unexpected needs that may arise in the future, he must try his best to organize and speculate the information related to the names through his diary and the memories in his mind.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, and John suffered in this area in his previous life, and he does not want to repeat the mistakes of the past in this life.

Time passed unhurriedly, the candle flame was long and short, the candle tears were dry and wet, and before I knew it, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, in the old days when there were no electric lights, and people rested early, at this time, it was completely dark outside, and there was no other light on the manor of seven thousand acres except for a few fires that illuminated the road.

The night struck, the dark clouds from the north wind obscured the sky, the earth suddenly darkened, and the mist rose with the wind, wandering in the dense cotton forest, rising and falling with the wolf howl in the distance.

Gradually, a strange aura appeared between heaven and earth, like ice and iron, a little cold, and a little infiltrating.

John closed his pen and stretched out, and suddenly, a cold wind blew outside, the curtains floated, and the candles flickered.

The weather in October had already begun to turn cooler, John rubbed his nose, walked to the window, and was about to close the curtains when the wooden door was pushed open,

"Excuse me, may I come in?"

The cold voice is just like the cold appearance of the owner.

But at this moment, seeing the familiar face in the candlelight, John felt like he was choked by the neck, the feeling of fear came, his limbs became sluggish and stiff, he took a step back in a panic, leaned back in his chair, and his face was faintly pale.

Tales of the Night,

heroine

No, vampires!