Dahan, the first year of the first century, Yizhou, Wenshan County.

In a fairly tidy room.

A hand belonging to a young man kept wiping on the paulownia table, and then came under his eyes, and examined the dust between his fingers by the faint light of the oil lamp.

He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with three-dimensional features and fair skin, and although he was still young, he did not tie his hair at the end, and his hair was scattered, but it was difficult to hide his handsomeness.

"There's dust."

It seems to be really awake.

Wei Lin breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall, his eyes blank.

He had just had a dream in which he lived in another world, a bustling city full of high-rise buildings.

People's lives are peaceful and stable, they don't have to fight with monsters, and they don't have to worry about three meals a day.

In that world, he also seemed to be called Wei Lone, and even his appearance was very similar.

It's just that as he woke up, the people and things in his memory faded one after another, leaving only countless fragmented memories, as if he had read a book.

It's just that the book is immersive, and it's a bit longer.

This is Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, or butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou, or crossing.

He couldn't figure it out, but in fact, since he followed, his eldest father, uncle, and father, he was implicated in the witch curse and was exiled here.

I also often think of some images, but they are all very short, just fleeting.

In recent months, I've had a few strange dreams, but they're all blurry.

It has never been clearer than it is today.

It's as clear as experiencing the life of another person once.

Wei Lin shook his head, leaving his messy thoughts behind.

Although there is some uneasiness.

But I wasn't too flustered, and it wasn't the first time.

For as long as he can remember, this kind of thing has basically come once a month, and he has long been used to it.

Although this time, it was a little unusual from the one he had just come to Yizhou before.

But he can't help it, this kind of thing is not up to him at all.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so he got dressed, picked up the book by the pillow, yawned, and read it.

Just take a break from your mind.

The book had been turned into a dilapidated state, and if it hadn't been tightly sewn by him with twine, I was afraid that it would have been scattered all over the ground when it was turned over occasionally, to pay tribute to the god of the land.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of me, and a line of small black words suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Available vector detected, entry or not"

"Yes/No."

Wei Lone: "......"

This hung up quite suddenly.

If he hadn't been so poor that he only had one book, he would have almost smashed the book in his hand.

Who's flirting with you!

Are you conscious or something, you have to surprise me, do you?

But when it comes down to scolding, scolding and scolding, he hesitated for a moment, but still chose yes.

Stunned, as if activated, the black mist on the bamboo slips was filled.

From the corners, the pale black breath gradually spread on the bamboo slips that were unfolded in the hand, and the words on it, as if they had been cut off, disappeared one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the bamboo slips, which were still very worn, quickly became smooth and smooth.

And with the flow of black gas, the bamboo slips changed from a slightly yellowish cyan to a pale black like a mountain stone.

The mist swept and gathered together, constantly rolling, forming a picture of the Yin Mountains and Dark Rivers, during which the Yin ghosts are like nine rivers endlessly, and the mausoleum monuments are endless.

As the black fog thins out, the angle of view gradually closes.

A dilapidated temple standing on top of the Yin Mountain and the Stygian River reveals its traces. On the black stone tablet next to the temple, the words Yin God Temple are written.

The scarlet handwriting was a little mottled, and it took Wei Lin a lot of effort to see it clearly.

This magical phenomenon was beyond his cognition, and he thought about it a lot for a while, thinking that there might be a conspiracy in it.

But looking at his dilapidated room, he sighed slightly, it seems that it is not bad to be able to buy himself at a good price.

And it's useless to think about it, it's the same as if I can bear not to.

Now he should think about how to improve his strength and get more benefits from it!

Wei Lin touched it, and the cold touch was like a stone.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the black mist above surged, and columns of black mist appeared.

"This is a forgotten homeland, where our dead ancestors lived."

"Since the fall of the heavenly ghosts, the old order has been shattered, the land has fallen apart, the ghosts and gods are rampant, and the absurdity is staged in it."

"The ghosts and gods have embezzled the relics left by the heavenly ghosts to the world, plunging this land into endless darkness."

"But that's not enough."

"The ghosts and gods who have fallen into madness are no longer satisfied with sacrifices, they crave more flesh and blood, and they want to enter the mortal world to expand their power."

"Sending down misfortunes and devouring flesh and blood is more of a pleasure than blessings."

"You inherited the destiny of heaven and woke up from a dream, and the roar of ghosts and gods sounded in your ears."

In a trance, the picture was pulled in again, and the door of the Yin Temple slowly opened.

What caught my eye was a wooden statue of a god sitting on a stone altar.

Two white points of light, flying out of the idol, formed around the idol, two flickering white-gray flames.

It is written on the Yin God, and the Demon Refining Record.

Wei Lin first clicked on the Yin God, and an illusory figure of him appeared in the center.

The illusory figure is just the background, he took a closer look, and found that this thing is no different from the character panel of a third-rate online game except for the good painting.

Name: Wei Lone.

Genre:Soldiers

Realm - martial artist, strong body period (not into the stream).

Flesh: Ninety-two

Spirit: One hundred and twenty-three points.

Exercises: Dahan Quenching Body Formula (36 Blows of Long Fist)

"Effect 1: Strengthen physical fitness, musculoskeletal strength, body five senses, nerve reaction speed, based on the basic qualities of the Yin God body, and improve."

"Effect 2: Coordinate limbs and stretch muscles and bones."

You can cultivate on your own, or you can use Yin Qi to strengthen your operation, and you need to consume ten Yin Qi.

He currently holds one hundred and seventy-five Yin Qi.

Note: Yin Qi can be obtained by hunting ghosts, monsters, and monsters.

Looking at the words one hundred and seventy-five, Wei Lin thought for a moment.

If it was by hunting ghosts and monsters to obtain yin qi, he would follow his father to kill a few ghosts.

But that was before I got it, but it was recorded.

So could it be that this thing has been following him for a long time, but it has never manifested?

While thinking, he clicked on the demon refining record.

The picture changes again, and an album of ancient and solemn inscriptions unfolds.

There is a refining character in the upper left corner.

Wei Lin took a look, and like the name, its role was mainly to refine monsters and ghosts.

It probably means that every time he kills a monster or ghost, he can include one on the demon refining record, a mark.

Consume Yin Qi and refine the mark to obtain equipment.

However, these imprints can only be recorded for seven days, and if they are not used within seven days, they will automatically dissipate.

At present, there are only three imprints on it, and they are all the same kind of demon beasts.

Human-faced owls, unpopular monsters, eagle-faced human-faced carriers, with a terrible voice, often haunt at night.

Refining the sigil, there is a small chance to obtain equipment.

Each refining requires consumption, one imprint, and fifteen yin qi.

The demon beasts are relatively powerful, and they are basically in the wild, which is relatively rare in the city, so Wei Lin has not killed a few demon beasts in total.

It was these three human-faced owls that Wei Lin killed when he was going to the grave of his eldest father.

To be precise, a group of human-faced owls were flying around the cemetery.

Let his father cut it with a knife, these three are just not dead and neat, and Wei Lin is responsible for mending a knife.

If I knew earlier, I would have killed a few more, and Wei Lin had some regrets.

But it's useless to talk about it now.

After reading all the above content again and making sure that there were no mistakes, he summarized it.

This system is useful and probably has two functions.

One is the function of using yin qi to "upgrade" in the yin god, which is roughly equivalent to the experience value in the game.

It's just that, unlike anything you kill in the game, you can gain experience.

His system can only gain experience by killing ghosts, monsters, and beasts.

The second function is roughly equivalent to equipment drops.

It's just that just like experience, which can only be obtained from ghosts and monsters, equipment can only be obtained from monsters and monsters.

It also needs the yin qi obtained from ghosts, monsters, and beasts as energy.

Wei Lin thought about this, looked at the system in his hand, and muttered for a moment As soon as his mind moved, the mist on the bamboo slips slowly dissipated, and the blue-black color faded.

It only becomes the same as before.

The mist slowly seeped into his body along his arm, disappearing without a trace.

Sure enough, this system has always been in his body, and the bamboo slips are the most, which is equivalent to one, a monitor.