'Is this my golden finger?' ’

Wu Mourning, who is deeply influenced by the culture of an orphanage, calls the information received by the senses a system, no matter what this thing is, the system shouts loudly and smoothly, and there is an unpretentious intensity of beauty.

The emergence of the system made Wu Mourning feel a lot more relieved.

The black-clothed figure in my memory looked like an unclean and dirty thing, and in my memory, there was no clearer and more useful symbol of force except for all kinds of martial arts halls and the Zhuxia army. Compared with physical exorcism, Wu Mourning feels that it is more reliable for individuals to use magic to defeat magic at the moment, and the system is his magic.

Interested in studying the systems in the senses.

Under the concentration, the cold and cold feeling in the body has been weakened by a few points.

This system is as unpretentious as the name given by Wu Mourning, and the assumption that what is learned and what is held should be what is learned and what is possessed, but I don't know what kind of learning and possession will appear in the system.

Cultivation is cultivation, and not entering the stream makes Wu Mourning think but is not in a hurry to draw conclusions.

Seed robbery is a bit more interesting.

From the point of view of sensory contact, the robbery can be added to the things that are learned and held, which can be improved and completed, and can also be deduced. Since there was only 1 point of robbery (ash), Wu Mian did not say what experiments he hastily did.

Good news, this system can add points!

Bad news, this system can add points.

Wu Mian stared at this 1 bit of robbery (ash), and he was already vaguely aware in his heart, where did this bit of robbery come from, nine times out of ten, it was obtained from the black-clothed human form.

This is almost directly telling Wu Mourning that if you want to add more, you will inevitably deal with dirty things.

And judging from the cold and terrifying experience that penetrated deep into the bone marrow in the nightmare, the dirty things are fierce, at least much more fierce than the brave and aggressive gangsters who collected protection money in a few streets of the town in Wu Mourning's memory, and those extremely energetic gang members, who are red in the fight and fight, really dare to go in with a white knife and go out with a red knife.

The security of Zhuxia is indeed a bit difficult to explain.

In this era when there is no surveillance, criminal investigation technology is not developed, and officials take the temple to make money, there are still many headless public cases. The security of Puhai is already quite good, like the boundary of Australia called by Lizhou Xiyi, which is really a random taste of life and freedom and death.

Wu Mourning couldn't help but feel a little terrified in his heart.

If there is really something dirty, it is no wonder that the work attitude of the officials is as flexible as that of December, after all, no matter how much money you have, you have to have the life to spend it.

'This system only appeared after I awakened Su Hui. For more than ten years before, there has been no trace of it. It seems that it has something to do with the spiritual soul......

Just as Wu Mourning was thinking, a figure pushed the door in.

"Xinzhuo, are you better?"

Coming in with a basin of water is Wu Mourning's mother Lan Cunzhen, she has been married to her father Wu Cheng for more than 20 years, she has a docile and assertive personality, and helps her husband run the family's stationery store well.

When it was the father's turn to make a move, it was time to enforce the family law.

Strict father and mother.

The current situation of the vast majority of families in Zhuxia, and the Wu Mourning family is no exception.

"Bodhisattva bless, the fever has subsided, but the spirit is not very good."

Putting down the basin, Lan Mu raised her hand and touched Wu Mourning's forehead, and by the way, she pressed back her son who wanted to get up. The son is the mother's heart and liver, the first two days Wu mourned and talked nonsense, Lan Cunzhen stayed awake all night to take care of her, and whenever she was free, she chanted the scriptures and worshiped the Buddha to pray for Wu Mourning to recover quickly.

The mother, who was faintly blue in her eyes, showed a reassuring smile.

"Mother, I'm almost fine, it's just a cough."

Wu Mourning, who had just recovered from a serious illness, coughed as soon as he opened his mouth, and the fiery stinging pain in his throat and the faint cold and coldness in his body clashed with each other, making his body sour and difficult to exert his strength.

At this moment, Wu Mourning's face was pale, his lips were almost bloody, and he was originally a bookish and energetic young man who had worked hard for a few days, and this illness really tortured him a lot. However, his eyes were very bright, and there was a silent and solemn meaning of not admitting defeat, which made Wu Mourning look like a weak sick man, even if his face was not good.

"Dr. Lin has instructed that your fever is hit by the cold wind, and when your health is almost better, go outside and bask in the sun to get rid of the wind and cold evil qi in your body."

"Well, I want to bask in the sun too."

Without being reminded by others, Wu Mourning instinctively wanted to bask in the sun, and he had to solve the problem of chills in his body, at least he couldn't drag it on forever.

Basking in the sun and taking a hot bath are all feasible.

"Mom will cook you some pear syrup, moisten your throat, talk less, don't cough up your throat."

"Mom, you can rest."

"......Rest after boiling the pears," Lan Cunzhen couldn't finish his unconvincing words when he was interrupted by a call from the living room.

"Mom, I'm hungry!"

"Ayara, don't shout so loudly, make noise until your brother rests."

"I'm hungry, my dad is back, I can eat." Probing his head from the door of the room and stretching out a childish little head, Wu Yaluo pouted aggrievedly and muttered quietly.

When he met Wu Mourning's eyes, he blinked mischievously, this small action made Wu Mourning laugh. This naughty girl must have eaten it secretly, and there are still oil stains on her mouth, and she doesn't know how to wipe it.

The brother and sister are playing around at home, but they have a hobby of a united front.

Steal.

Before the meal is served, they will take care of each other and touch into the kitchen, usually stealing some shredded meat or side dishes, and it is okay to be found by the mother, if it is caught by the father, it is inevitable that the palm of the hand will be beaten. Teenage children are growing up, and it's normal to be greedy and steal.

The mother and sister quickly left the bedroom, giving Wu Mourning a quiet and comfortable resting space.

From lively to quiet, listening to the voices and fireworks from the neighbors outside the window, and the noon sunlight shining into the bedroom brought warmth, Wu Mian couldn't help but get up slowly and moved his steps to the window. The sun fell on him, and his spirit suddenly improved a lot, and his eyes stared at the scenery outside.

The view from the window was familiar and a little unfamiliar.

There are children playing and playing, there are college students calling friends to go on a trip, there are farmers resting in the cool and smoking, there are women whispering in the streets and alleys, there are also car horns, merchants shouting, and old men in tea shops chatting and drinking tea games.

All this is telling Wu Mourning that this is the life of a small town that Zhuxia is no more ordinary.

He looked out the bright window and subconsciously put his hand on the wall.

Immediately, an extraordinarily cold chill came from the wall, and the agitated Wu Mourning quickly withdrew his hand.

In the nightmare, the black-clad figure stood against the wall, its hand touching the bedroom wall.

Eyes moved back into the room, and a momentary change in sight made the interior slightly gloomy.

Wu Mourning looked at the empty cold wall and thought to himself.

This is also part of Zhuxia's life. ’