Outside, lightning and thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down

Inside the dim and damp hut, it was raining heavily outside and light rain inside.

However, Chen Li didn't care, he lay straight on the musty bed, his eyes staring blankly at the dripping water.

The heart is like ashes.

Just three hours ago, he was lying on a fluffy bed, drinking Coke, eating fruit, and playing games.

Not surprisingly, for Chen Li, who is nearly 30 years old, works in other places, takes out a loan to buy a house, and has no girlfriend, this will be another boring and boring weekend.

As always.

The passion of life is fading day by day, and he is becoming more and more like a walking dead in this noisy big city, but no matter how no passion, no matter how crazy the fantasy, Chen Li didn't even think about crossing it.

"Why is this ......," Chen Li let out a long sigh.

Two lines of tears slowly slid down.

Even after absorbing some sporadic memories, he already knew that the owner of this body with the same name and surname as him was still a legendary immortal cultivator.

Even if there are people in this world who can travel in the sky, some people can live to hundreds or thousands of years, and some people can move mountains and seas......

But it's not him.

It's all back waves and front waves,

And he is just an ant that will be broken by the waves in the passionate lapping of the front and back waves.

This body is already forty years old, and its cultivation is only three levels of Qi cultivation, and he is neither a genius of cultivating immortals nor a child of a family, what else can he expect at this age?

In the memory of this body, what Chen Li felt most was humiliation and depression, fear and numbness.

If he had a choice, he would rather travel to a world without supernatural powers, at least ...... The probability of dying a good death is a little greater.

……

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

I don't know how long I lay down, but a rough slapping sound from the wooden door interrupted Chen Li's thoughts.

"Anyone?"

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

The voice had an eerie tone.

Chen Limuran's eyes instinctively rolled, as if he had come to life, in the memory of the original owner, this seemed to be the voice of the steward of the Fang City, he hesitated, quickly got up and went over to open the door, and shouted:

"Coming, coming......"

You can't hide from it.

The rain outside had stopped before I knew it, and the fresh air after the rain was filled with the scent of earth and the faint smell of urine.

"Why is it so slow?" The steward's feet were covered with mud, and he stomped his feet impatiently.

"Wang ...... Steward Wang, forgive me, I've been so tired lately, and I was in a daze just now. I don't know what is the important matter of the king's steward here? Chen Li calmed down in his heart and tried his best to squeeze out a smile.

"What do you say, don't give me sloppy eyes, this month's rent has been delayed for three days, and if you don't have any money, get me out of here." Steward Wang didn't have a good face.

"Rich and rich! I'll go get it. Chen Li sighed in his heart, hurriedly said, turned around and went to get the money.

Although this is a shantytown on the outskirts of Fang City, this house was built by Chen Li himself, but the Fang City has no impact on its rent collection, and the people who are being collected rent also feel that it is right.

Overbearing?

Maybe!

The house in this world is not worth much, and the land is not worth much.

But safety is worth the money.

After all, this place belongs to the sphere of influence of Fang City, and Fang City was established by the Immortal Sect, the strongest sect in this area, not many people dare to make a mistake here, compared to the lives of people outside, there are remains on the road, this place is undoubtedly much safer.

In addition, the Fang market is close to the market, which is convenient for trading, so it attracts a large number of casual settlements.

The original owner is one of them.

Chen Li returned to the house weakly, and with his vague memory, he found a money bag in the depths of a pile of dry firewood two meters high in the corner.

The money bag was very heavy in his hand, and when he opened it, he found that there was a pile of gold and a lone spirit stone inside, and he was not in the mood to look at it more, so he picked up the only spirit stone and walked out of the door.

"Hmph, a little more timely next month, it won't be so easy to talk at that time." Steward Wang took the spirit stone and glanced at him.

"Yes, yes, next time, next time."

"Steward Wang, go slowly!"

Waiting for Steward Wang to walk away, Chen Li turned around and was about to go back to the house, when the door of the next room opened, and a female cultivator walked out with a urinal, skillfully spilling urine on the side of the road, and the smell in the air suddenly became stronger, and then turned around and chatted with a smile:

"Chen Daoyou, you only paid the rent today?"

It seems that it should be known. Chen Li didn't want to pay attention to it, but at this time he had to stop and squeeze out a smile on his face.

Perhaps due to the impact of his own memory, the memories he obtained were incomplete and fragmented.

The female cultivator looks like she is in her early thirties, dressed as a Taoist aunt, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, although her appearance is only middle and upper, her breasts and slender waist outline the style of a mature woman.

"yes, yes, the money has been a little hard lately." Chen Li lifted his mind and dealt with it carefully.

The people here are unfamiliar with the place, and everyone has the skill of killing, so it is really insecure to be outside.

"With your skill in making talismans, and when you are short of money, next time you will go to the hook bar a little less, those women are practicing some improper evil secret arts, the most is to eat bones and suck the marrow, be careful to be sucked dry, if you want me to say that you should also find a serious woman to live with."

How can you tarnish someone's innocence out of thin air?

Chen Li couldn't help but blush.

How can he be blamed for the matter of the original body.

"Ahaha, I'm not going anymore." Chen Li coped with it embarrassed and politely, eager to scratch his scalp a few times,

But the nun refused to let her go like this, and sneered:

"It's that you don't have any money, I think you have to smell the smell of running there if you have money." The nun laughed.

"Really...... I can't hide it from my fellow Daoists, hehe. Chen Li said dryly, thinking about ending the topic as soon as possible, and simply lying down and laughing.

The nun immediately satisfied the gossip, twisted her waist and walked back to the door with the urinal with satisfaction.

Chen Li breathed a sigh of relief, and it was finally over.

But before the door could be closed, the footsteps stopped again, and the sound of the nun laughing with her man was heard...... In and out of the words, he and Goolan had to say things.

"This mother, I'm really not a good person!"

Chen Li closed the door helplessly and returned to the bed, after these two things were neutralized in succession, the depressed mood in Chen Li's heart also faded a lot.

After all, people are still alive, and they have to live no matter what.

"I don't know what it's like to be a female cultivator who has learned the secret art of the evil sect and eats bones and sucks the marrow...... Why don't you have any memory at all? Chen Li's thoughts flashed, and he hurriedly stopped his reverie.

Now is not the time to think about that.

Because of the high pressure of the monthly mortgage, Chen Li is particularly sensitive to the savings on hand.

If you don't have enough money to pay your mortgage for more than a year, you don't feel secure.

After all, you may lose your job at work, your good health may get sick at any time, and any accident in your life can destroy a seemingly stable life.

And although there is no mortgage in front of him, there is a hard payment of rent for a spirit stone every month, and if he doesn't make money, he will insist that he will get out of here before next month.

As for the pile of gold left in the money bag, it may be a huge amount of money in modern society, but it is not very valuable in this world, or not very valuable among cultivators.

Here, spirit stones are hard currency.

A low-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for about a hundred catties of gold.

A hundred catties of gold is difficult to exchange for a low-grade spirit stone.

"By the way, I still have the 'art of making talismans'," Chen said from the female cultivator.

As the saying goes, with a skill in hand, you don't have to worry about eating, with such a craft, you can still live a good life, and even live a more nourishing life, at least the original body still has money to run to the hook column.

The ones they are looking for are all female cultivators, and their worth is not ordinary.

Stop!

I always think about it unconsciously.

This is definitely the effect of the original memory.

Chen Li secretly said in his heart, after all, before he crossed over, he had never been to that kind of place, and he didn't even think about it...... Didn't even think about it.

He settled down, and immediately began to carefully recall his memories of the talisman maker.

However, the more I thought about it, the more solemn my face became, and gradually the white hair and sweat came out, and my back was wet.

I have very few memories of talisman making.