Zhang Xionghai walked around the trading area for a while, recording a lot of data, and when he was about to leave, he found a new thing in a stall, which he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but stop.

After obtaining permission from the stall owner, he picked up the gadget and looked at it carefully.

"Story Mission Token" is the name of this little thing.

It looks like an ordinary wooden token, black and black, carved with some weird and mysterious patterns, with the words of the plot mission token written on the front, and on the reverse side, there is an unclear row of words: The tragic loss of the advance army has opened up a new situation, are you willing to become a lurker?

Zhang Xionghai couldn't help but move in his heart, looking at this tone, it seemed to be referring to the exploration of the Tang Plane, as for the lurkers, what is this?

He put the token down gently and asked the stall owner, "Boss, did you type this thing out of a copy, what's the use?" ”

The stall owner is a middle-aged man, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his body is as burly as a hill, he picks his teeth slowly, and his eyes glance at the token casually, "Oh, you said this, I played it in the nightmare copy before, F-level high-difficulty dungeon tasks, there is no system to recover the price, you can't eat or drink, the item introduction says, you can be teleported to the Datang plane to experience Datang life or something, it's messy, you want it, you can take it with a hundred spirit points, refuse to bargain!" But I have to explain in advance, this Datang plane is very dangerous, you little body, uh-huh, you know! ”

Zhang Xionghai couldn't help but touch his nose, this big brother's words are really straight enough.

But he didn't pay attention to it, but wondered whether to buy it.

He has been in the market for a while, not to mention that he knows the output of various items well, and he has also touched a ** not far from ten, he can be sure that this thing is definitely a new item, but he doesn't know what it is used for.

Generally speaking, the items dropped in the Nightmare Dungeon are closely related to the task object, and are usually some things dropped by the Nightmare Monster itself.

This "Story Quest Token" clearly does not fall into this category.

This should be a kind of task threshold.

Perhaps, it's a source of psychic power other than the Nightmare Dungeon.

If this is the case, then it is likely to have a high investment value.

Zhang Xionghai pondered the pros and cons in his heart.

Among all the contractors, Zhang Xionghai's accumulation is quite meager, after all, he entered relatively late, and his combat effectiveness is not very strong, so it is very troublesome and difficult to earn spiritual points.

Compared with other contractors, he did not have any particularly distinct advantages, which forced him to find another way, calculate the price changes every day, and earn the difference by carefully buying low and selling high.

But this is not a long-term career after all.

So, take a gamble!

If you bet right, you will find a business opportunity, and if you lose, you will sink into a while.

With that in mind, he bought the token and went back to his private room.

After the token is in hand, it is identified through the True Spirit Imprint, and a task surfaces.

"Datang Lurker mission, do you want to take it?"

"Take the mission!"

The mission details are as follows: Datang Lurker!

Difficulty: Unknown.

Mission form: The contractor takes the body of the original people of the Tang Dynasty in the form of soul possession, and performs an intent mission in the Datang plane.

Reward: For every day of successful lurking, you will be rewarded with 100 spirit points! This plane obtains valuables that can be taken into infinite space.

Important: There is a time difference between the Datang plane and the main plane of the earth, and the speed of time flow is eight times that of the earth, so please prepare in advance.

Special Warning: The contractor in the quest will not be able to leave the plane with the corresponding divine consciousness, and the contractor will have undesirable symptoms such as sluggish thinking, so please be careful to prevent abnormal situations.

Do you want to do it immediately?

Zhang Xionghai was dumbfounded for a moment, isn't this a cheat?

He immediately chose no, and a new change appeared in the task prompt: the task will be opened one hour after the actual time, and it will not be executed as scheduled, the task will be treated as a failure, and the story task token will disappear by itself.

It's really limitless!

Zhang Xionghai hated it so much, could he watch those hundred spirit points go down the drain? That's the old book he worked hard to save for more than ten days!

Quickly withdrawing from the infinite space, Zhang Xionghai went to a nearby supermarket to buy mineral water, bread and instant noodles, and all kinds of convenience food were prepared, which was enough for several days of expenses in reality. After doing this, he called his relatives and friends in turn, informing them that he had something to do and could not answer the phone for a short time.

After all the trivial matters were taken care of, he slept in bed, his consciousness focused on the True Spirit Imprint, and re-entered the infinite space.

A few minutes later, when the mission time arrived, a bright light shot out of the token, forming the shape of a portal in mid-air, Zhang Xionghai hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and stepped into the light gate.

I felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and there seemed to be a lot of light flashing in front of him, and in a blink of an eye, Zhang Xionghai had come to a strange place.

The surroundings were empty, except for a transparent little figure in simple and strange clothes, suspended in the void with his eyes closed and his face full of pain, and there seemed to be a dotted line above the head of the little man, leading to the unknowable.

The huge token suppressed the transparent villain's body, making the transparent villain unable to move at all.

This is the soul of the aborigines?

Zhang Xionghai had a realization in his heart, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to the transparent villain.

Suddenly, a powerful stream of consciousness, carrying a huge amount of information, was stuffed into Zhang Xionghai's consciousness, making his consciousness confused for a while, and he fell unconscious after a while.

At this time, Zhang Xionghai in reality also felt the pain after a part of his soul broke away from his body, he only felt that his thinking was muddy, and he couldn't turn a corner for half a day, a thought flashed in his mind, and he couldn't figure out what he thought for a long time. And there is a sense of sleepiness from the heart in his heart, he only feels sleepy to death, but he can't sleep, he really fell asleep, but he slept for more than ten hours, and when he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, and woke up from his slumber, he helplessly found that he had wetted the bed!

Lying in the wet running water bedding and sleeping in the sun on his buttocks, he didn't even notice it!

He crawled out of the bed numbly, looked for a long time to find the instant food on the table, tore for a long time to tear the food packaging bag, and stuffed the torn and unshapeable bread into his mouth one by one, choking on the bread crumbs and not knowing how to drink a sip of water.

A thought flashed through his heart, "Today, today, what's wrong, why is it so unpleasant?" ”

On the Datang plane, after half a night of adaptation, Zhang Xionghai finally understood his situation.

His current identity is a small trader in an unknown small city in the territory of the Great Sui.

The ancestors of the family ran a small shop selling steamed buns, and they relied on a little craftsmanship to run it, and finally had no worries about food and clothing.

In the class of ordinary people, this can already be regarded as a solid household, after all, there are crafts at home, which is the foundation of settling down.

His current name is Zhang Datou, he looks honest and honest, he is not good-looking, he has a fight with Wu Dalang, and he is often blackmailed by some ruffians and hooligans when he is messing around on the street, and sometimes he inevitably has to eat three punches and two kicks.

The dotted line he saw in that strange space before, connected behind the transparent villain's head, is the connection between this big head and heaven and earth, which constitutes his origin and fortune, which is what ordinary people call his life.

In his innate destiny, his whole life is like that, muddy and nightmarish, he can't reach the realm of a hundred miles, and he can't become a great weapon in a lifetime.

These information are all the basic information that the system imprints to him through the True Spirit branding.

He knew that his background in this world was not good, and some things that he couldn't do were too much, otherwise, he didn't know how to die!

"Nima, but this background is too miserable, isn't it? It's so reincarnated in the son of the landlord's family! Zhang Xionghai was lying on a broken wooden bed compared to the broken wooden bed in his private room, and when his body shook casually, he could hear the unbearable protest sound from the bed frame, and his heart was even more dissatisfied.

When he closes his eyes, he thinks about the life trajectory of the original owner of this body in a day, and this pondering makes him even more angry.

"Nima, I have to get up early in the morning to carry water, make noodles, and make a fire, and I have to work hard all morning to be able to mix a breakfast, and this day is too hard, right? Also, the gangsters on the street are worried about it, and they must pay ten cents for protection at noon, otherwise they will inevitably be beaten? ”

Zhang Xionghai was so sad and angry that he covered his face with his hands, and he didn't know what to say.

Here he was still tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, and over there, his cheap father and mother had already lit oil lamps, and in the faint light, he learned that Suo Suo had to get dressed.

"Big head, big head, why don't you get up today, it's time to get up, no matter how late it is, you will delay your business!"

Outside the father has knocked on the door to urge, Zhang Xionghai stuffed his head and got angry for a while, and finally reluctantly got out of bed, under the command of the old man, he burned the fire for a while and made noodles, busy mentioning and turning around, and was reprimanded by the father, "What's going on with you kid today, stunned, you don't wake up to me again, be careful that Lao Tzu beats you!" ”

Zhang Xionghai is aggrieved, the cheap father scolds him, he doesn't dare to say a word, filial piety is the most basic criterion in this bad era, if he dares to blow up the thorn, maybe he won't be able to lurk on the first day, and he will be sent to the yamen to eat in prison, and the days in the future will be even more bitter.

"I'll bear it!"

Zhang Xionghai has made up his mind, get through the past few days first, and then make plans when he is familiar with the environment.

While thinking, he didn't dare to stop working in his hand, handed over a few hot steamed buns, and received customers with a smile on his face, "Fifth brother, you have taken the steamed buns......