"The general of the underworld is bold, and I congratulate the generalissimo." In the slightly dimly lit bedroom, Hua Manshan leaned back against the head of the bed, reflecting the desk lamp, glanced at the barrage, five yards a second, and typed the keyboard on the notebook, leaving his own footprints.

Grab the coffee on the bedside table and take a sip.

Close the bookmark and open another window, and the "Immortal Cultivation Life Simulator" comes into view.

A little game that a child-faced giant female anchor is playing, he has nothing to play.

"The last one, go to bed after ordering."

"Play Civilians Today."

"Appearance plus 7, mediocre and a little handsome, approachable, not easy to be targeted." As we all know, if you are too handsome, you will be jealous and beaten, and if you are too ugly, you will be beaten, so you can only choose mediocre.

"Luck plus 10, the most important thing in the world of cultivating immortals is chance, you can pick up treasures wherever you go, as long as you hold on, you will be able to rise."

"What if there's only 3 o'clock left?" Hua Manshan was silent for a while, and the allocation of points was only 20 points, limiting his play.

"Add 1 to your family background, just don't starve to death, after all, you're lucky. Fantasy cultivation of immortals common routines, born in a famous family white rich and beautiful, once you meet the male protagonist, you will give it for nothing, as long as you meet it, soft rice and hard food, wealth comes from. Hua Manshan bowed slightly, very satisfied.

"There are two points left, plus 1 for physique, plus 1 for intelligence, let's go!" A hard blow to your fingertips.

"Ding, your physique is too low, you are stillborn."

"!" Hua Manshan leaned back on the spot, the power cord on the side of the bed was pulled straight, the coffee cup on the counter fell suddenly, between the flashes of electric light, there was a bang, the fire was shining, and the consciousness was submerged into the darkness at the last moment, and a trace of happiness flashed in the pupils.

"It's okay, the disk blew up..."

The 300G lady inside accompanied him to ascend to heaven.

This wave is not a loss!

......

South of Notting City, Holy Soul Village.

The sun hung diagonally, the horizon was warm and yellow, and the ground was covered with a faint mist, obscuring the surrounding houses that were not very tall.

In a small wooden house, seven children stood in front of a young man in a row.

A low muffled grunt suddenly rang out, and one of the little boys suddenly turned pale and held his head and snorted.

"What's going on?" Su Yuntao turned his head, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Big brother, Aman, this is a headache again, it'll be fine later." The egg-faced little girl standing next to the little boy responded crisply.

As soon as the words ended, the other children nodded in unison, and looked at the boy with their eyes full of pity.

Aman, the name Lin Manshan, the eighteen generations of his ancestors all took Lin as his surname, and he took chopping wood and making charcoal as his business, and all those who awakened were zero soul power firewood knife martial spirits. If nothing else, Aman's awakening this time should also be a zero soul power firewood knife martial soul, and he has no chance of being a soul master.

Father Lin Qingshan, chopping wood and encountering soul beasts, hung up. When found, all that was left of the body was bones and clothing. Mother Yang Cuihua, who didn't have it with her husband. Because even the corpse can't be put together, it can only be burned into ashes and buried, which is really miserable.

Grandparents, the one who died was even earlier.

is the most pitiful baby in the village, frail and sickly, and guilty of dementia. After the death of his parents, he was adopted by the village elder Jack, who fell his head two years ago while walking, although he became smarter, but by coincidence, he had a headache again.

However, they are white and clean, and they speak well, and they have a good relationship with them.

With a click, the footsteps outside the door became clearer, the shadows extended, and an old man walked in with a child behind him.

The children subconsciously looked over and saw the boy behind the old man, and their eyes suddenly showed disgust.

Compared to Aman, Tang San was a little annoying, not only did he not look dark, but he also ignored them with a cold face all day long.

Lin Manshan's headache was relieved at this time, and he also raised his head to look at Tang San, smiled kindly, and moved away.

Tang San, known as Tang Buddha, motto: You have a way to die, he doesn't dare to provoke.

After two years of observation, Lin Manshan has determined and affirmed that Tang San's thoughts are not only extreme, but also with the delusion of victimization syndrome.

Two years ago, he broke his head while walking, and the memories of his past and present lives were inserted into his brain and surged wildly.

also understood what happened to him, he should have been reborn and crossed.

Unfortunately, there is no goldfinger similar to the system, except for the occasional shit shipped out of the door to pick up a copper soul coin.

There is no golden finger, and the ancestor is the eighteenth generation of soulless firewood knife martial spirits. If he has soul power, it's okay, with the quintessence of the country and keyboard culture inherited from his more than 20 years of single career, he can come up with a few sassy ideas to solve the problem with any brain cells.

But without soul power, without soul power, he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a soul master, how can he play?

Thinking that he might be a weak chicken in the future, and then thinking of Tang San next door who had a way to take death on his lips, he was inexplicably a little panicked at that time. The key is that as the child taken in by the village elder Jack, he wants to see Tang San often. In line with the principle that if you don't make friends, you can't offend, avoid saying the wrong thing, and if you don't pay attention to walking in the field and being shot to death by Tang Sanyi's arrow, he has been very low-key in the past two years.

In addition, there is a reason why he is so panicked. In the entire Holy Soul Village, only Old Jack often helps Tang San now. When Tang San was young, other families looked at Tang San pitifully, and there was an alcoholic father in the family, who also received help. But after Tang San was four years old, he was rejected by Tang San one by one, and the problem is here, Tang San refused anyone, that is, he did not refuse Old Jack's help.

As a social person who had often been beaten by human feelings and sophistication in his previous life, he quickly understood the reason.

The problem is mainly in identity.

It's just because the other families in the village are villagers, and Old Jack is the village chief.

Isn't it the right thing for the village chief to protect the villagers, share their worries, and help the poor villagers? This is similar to what some netizens in the comment area of the previous life said that teachers should teach all children to get good grades and go to college. If the child falls and is injured at school, it is a school management problem, complaints, all complaints, we have all paid the tuition, which is to protect our reasonable rights and interests.

The way of course, the old slip of play.

In addition, the children in the village actually did not dislike Tang San at the beginning, they were all children of farmers in remote villages, and they were not children of urban families. And they are all little children, where do they have so much thought. At the beginning, everyone was happy to take the initiative to greet Tang San, but Tang San, I don't know if there is a social barrier, or because he can't pull his face down in the two lives, he just loves to ignore it.

Over time, everyone became estranged.

Perhaps out of anger, some children would occasionally make fun of Tang San's name.

And Tang San's response, he had heard it one afternoon, and he remembered it very deeply, "No matter where you go, there will always be some people who hate the poor and love the rich." ”

Shaking my head and muttering, I look like I'm an adult, not like a child.

“？？？” Obviously, it's you, Tang San doesn't like to take care of them, okay.

At that time, he was walking through the corner, and when he heard the words, he instantly shrank back.

Just kidding, if Tang San found out. Maybe he thinks he's discovered his identity as a traverser and is looking for a chance to kill him.

He's been in for a lot of things like this.

In the end, I came to a conclusion, I can't afford to provoke, I can afford to hide, I just hope that Tang San will wake up to the martial soul this time and get out of here.

In this world, weakness is the original sin... Glancing at Tang San, who was lined up at the end of the line, Lin Manshan couldn't help but feel a little powerless in his heart, and at the same time raised his expectations in his heart, "I hope that my identity as a traverser can bring a difference to this martial soul awakening." ”

There are so many young ladies in Douluo Continent, and he is also very greedy... No, it's a man alive, who doesn't want to create a great cause?

Love, just by the way... Lin Manshan whispered in his heart, and then raised his head and glanced at the young man standing at the front of the team, "If my expectations are correct, this should be the rumored Blind Dou Luo Su Yuntao Master." Master, it's up to you. ”

In the midst of his thoughts, Old Jack had already walked up to the young man and saluted respectfully, "Honorable Deacon, I'm sorry for you." ”

"I don't have much time, so let's start now." Su Yuntao's expression showed a hint of pride, and he bowed slightly.

"Okay, my lord has worked hard." Turning around on crutches, Old Jack looked kind, "Children, this is Lord Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall from Notting City. Next, he will guide you to awaken your own martial soul and open the path of soul master. You must be obedient and cooperate with Lord Su Yuntao's work, and grandpa expects that one of you will become a soul master. ”

"Alright, alright..."

Although Su Yuntao was secretly refreshed, he was also a little impatient, and hurriedly waved his hand, and said helplessly: "Old Jack, you also said these words last year." How can it be so easy to become a soul master, I have already walked through six villages in the past two days. There is not a single child with soul power, and there is no martial soul that can be cultivated. ”

"yes... Only those inheritors of big families and great sects are easy to become soul masters, and it is too difficult for us ordinary people. Old Jack's eyes were gloomy, and he sighed, shook his head, and walked out of the house on crutches.

"Alright, boys, stand in a row and come one by one." Looking at the children in front of him, Su Yuntao's tone was much softer, once upon a time, he was also one of them, and with the help of the older generation of deacons in the Wuhun Palace, he awakened his own martial soul.

Now, he has inherited the work of his predecessors and has also become an inspector deacon of the Martial Spirit Palace.

"Remember, don't be afraid of whatever happens later...", Su Yuntao opened the package on the table next to him, and took out two things from it, six jet-black round stones, and a bright blue crystal ball.

Placing six black stones in a hexagonal shape on the ground, he waved lightly towards the far right of the line.

"Boy, come here. Stand inside, don't be afraid, close your eyes and feel carefully. As he spoke, Su Yuntao's eyes suddenly lit up with a ray of cyan brilliance, and under the frightened eyes of the children, he let out a low shout.

"Lone wolf, possessed."

With Su Yuntao's soft drink, his body quickly changed, his body quickly swelled, his eyes turned green, and the black hair on his head turned gray and grew rapidly. The ten fingers of both hands poked out their claws, and the two halos on the ground also lit up in an instant.

One white and one yellow, extremely bizarre.

This is the Beast Martial Spirit? It's really like a werewolf from a movie in a previous life... Lin Manshan looked surprised.

The deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall came every year, but the awakening ceremony was held indoors, and he was not allowed to enter outside, and he had never seen it before.

"Ahh The little boy standing in the hexagon was so frightened by this continuous change that he screamed on the spot, and was about to run away, but was grabbed by Su Yuntao.

"Don't move, don't be afraid. This is my martial spirit, a lone wolf. If you are lucky enough to awaken a martial soul with soul power in the future, you can become a soul master like me in the future, with similar abilities. ”