In a drowsy state, Wang Zijia opened his eyes.

It is a dimly lit room, several square meters in size and two meters high, which is extremely small and cramped.

It seems to be a secret room, or a secret compartment.

At the moment, he was lying on his side on the ground in a strange position. On the ground in front of him, a patch of brown blood was not only dry, but also a little black, and it looked a little oozing.

Wang Zijia subconsciously touched the corners of her mouth, and there was also a little dried blood scab.

It seems that he had been sitting cross-legged in the room when he suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground on his side.

He sat up blankly and looked around, the room was not only small, but also empty, except for a small open box in front of him, only an empty bottle that he was holding tightly in his hand.

There was nothing else, not even a table or stool. Under the buttocks, sat a ball of pu.

Where is this?

"Forehead······ Am I not visiting the night market? ”

That's right, night market, fire.

When his thoughts returned, the last picture in his mind was that in the chaos of the night market and the crowd, he was stoned to death by something falling from a burning building on the side of the street.

It seems, is it an unlucky guy who jumped off a building with a pile of belongings?

Forehead ······ So he became the one on his back, wouldn't he be more unlucky?

So what's the situation now, the little black house in the underworld?

As soon as his thoughts were rolling, he just thought of this, and before he could continue to do anything, a tingling pain rushed to his mind.

"Hiss ······"

The stinging pain of the head like an explosion, the tsunami, accompanied by more than ten years of memories, a bunch of messy information, a rush of brains.

Wang Zijia, who was already a little dazed, was momentarily stunned, and subconsciously took a sharp breath.

Wang Zijia, sixteen years old, is a member of Wanyu Immortal Sect and a person from Wanyu Immortal City.

His father was originally a miscellaneous disciple of Wanyu Immortal Sect, but he was unable to enter the outer gate because of his age, so he was sent to Wanyu Immortal City to work as an errand boy in the sect's shop.

After decades of hard work, he bought a set of small courtyards in the city, and gave birth to a son, named Wang Zijia, which means: hoping for a good success.

He died suddenly a few months earlier, and his errand was replaced by his son.

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After a long time, Wang Zijia barely sorted out the information and roughly figured out his current situation.

That's right, he crossed!

And it's a time to a fairy world!

According to memory, the original life experience is quite acceptable, although it is not the second generation of immortals, but at least there is a car and a house, both parents are dead, and there is an inherited iron rice bowl, a standard lying flat template.

But······ Wang Zijia looked at the empty bottle in his hand and touched the dried blood stains at the corner of his mouth······

According to memory, the original body was in this ashram and suddenly vomited blood and died.

In addition, his father seems to have died suddenly and strangely, although there is no enemy or anything in his memory, but from the perspective of the third person of the traverser, this father and son are obviously targeted by someone.

As for the reason······ Who knows, after all, in the memory of the original owner, he doesn't even know how he died.

Before he died, he was originally contemplating the exercises, but suddenly his whole body was in severe pain, his complexion changed drastically, and he swallowed the only elixir left by his father, but unfortunately it was useless, and finally vomited blood and died.

After roughly sorting out the information, Wang Zijia frowned slightly and looked at the small box in front of him.

The box was only the size of a notebook, about ten centimeters high. In addition to a few books, there are dozens of jade stones the size of copper coins, which seem to be coins.

Because the box was opened, it was also sprayed with a little blood before the original body died. But it was only stained on the chest, the books and jade coins, and it was not stained at all.

Wang Zijia first looked at the jade copper coin.

According to memory, this is called Dharma money, which contains spiritual power, and it is the currency used by the practitioner, and these money are the balance of his father's salary for the past few months.

One per month, no more.

Curiously, he picked up a jade copper coin, which felt warm and moist like jade, and its interior was transparent and there was a hidden streamer turning, which seemed to be a little more expensive than the high-grade mutton fat white jade.

Such a good jade, but it was made into a copper coin, if it was in the previous life, I don't know how many people would have scolded the tyrannical things.

After looking at the jade coin for a moment, Wang Zijia put it down and picked up the books in the box.

Not much, a total of four thin booklets, two palm-sized, the style is simple.

"Wanyu Basic Exercises", "Introduction to Talisman Master: Talisman Paper and Talisman Card Making"

"Latent Shadow Skill", "Thirteen Slashes of the Dragon Short Knife"

According to memory, the first two are his father's relics, one is the cultivation of immortals, and the other is the magic, which is the most precious thing in this family.

The last two books are martial arts and martial arts.

It was the father of the original owner who found out that the original body did not have the cultivation qualifications, and in order to let him barely gain a foothold in the city after his death and not be bullied, he specially obtained high-level martial arts for him.

It's a pity that the original owner hasn't cultivated anything famous, and his father suddenly died violently, and he died suddenly.

With a little curiosity, Wang Zijia first picked up the "Wanyu Basic Exercises", the so-called cultivation exercises, and opened them.

As Wang Zijia opened it, a faint aura flashed from the Chinese characters of the book. The book is not thick, only more than a thousand words, Wang Zijia just glanced through it in a moment.

Something magical happened, and when he finished reading the whole story, the relevant memories of it in his mind quickly disappeared, but in a moment, it disappeared without a trace.

Except for the name of the exercise, he didn't even remember anything.

This is not a special case, the same is true of the original owner, according to memory, this is the most intuitive manifestation of the lack of cultivation qualifications.

In this world, those who have no spiritual roots are difficult to be extraordinary!

Wang Zijia, who doesn't believe in evil, flipped through it twice again, and then flipped through "Introduction to Talisman Master: Rune Paper, Talisman Card Making" twice, all of which are like this, and he forgot after reading it, and he didn't leave any memory.

Frowning, he flipped through the rest of the martial arts and martial arts, and there was nothing wrong with that. Martial arts are stealth, and martial arts are daggers, which, combined, probably belong to the assassin stream.

The life-saving effect is very good, which shows the good intentions of the predecessor's father.

According to the memory, the predecessor had been practicing for several years, and the progress was average, at least for the cultivation family. Barely crossed the primary stage of forging the body and refining the dirt, and just got started.

The distance is innate, and the road is not short.

"Ha, so as a traverser, you don't even have the slightest spiritual root?"

"What the hell is this start?"

Half ringing, after determining the basic situation, Wang Zijia frowned.

"By the way, where's my golden finger? As a traverser, you can't live without a golden finger, right? ”

As soon as this thought came to mind, Wang Zijia felt a golden light in his mind, and he fell into chaos again.

When he came back to his senses, he had come to a strange space, surrounded by gray, a golden object, suspended in the air, like the sun in space.

There is no reason, he knows that this is his knowledge.

The golden item shimmered with gold, then faded away, and after a few breaths, the light dissipated, revealing its true face.

That is, a golden scale.

The size of the balance arm, the overall red gold, gives people a sense of mystery and nobility.

"It's ······ Stone one of my objects? ”

Looking at the scales, Wang Zijia felt strange and familiar, and in his consciousness, the picture before death flashed, and finally froze in the corner of a package, with a hidden golden light flowing.

Ha, so I was smashed by this gold finger?

Without waiting for Wang Zijia to continue to think more, as his attention focused on the golden balance, the balance shook slightly, and a strange message emerged.

Obscure but not difficult to understand, as if he was born with this information.

Translated, to put it bluntly, it probably is······

Daoguo: Equivalent balances

Effect: Equivalent interchangeable

Function: All the digested things in the body can be converted equally, and there is no limit to the virtual and the real.

For example, fat can be converted into muscle, blood can be converted into hair, cooking can be converted into craftsmanship, etc.

Note: This conversion is equivalent, non-equivalent. For example, one kilogram of fat will not convert one kilogram of muscle, but only the same amount of muscle.

Restriction 1: Not convertible. For example, one kilogram of fat, after being converted into 100 grams of muscle, cannot be converted back. However, it can be converted compoundly, that is, this 100 grams of muscle, plus one gram of original muscle, can be converted into more than 1,000 grams of fat again.

Restriction 2: The virtual and the real are not interchangeable, that is, the physical body can only be converted with the physical body, and the experience and skills can only be converted with the experience related.

Restriction 3: Conversion can only be made on the basis of what is already owned, not out of nothing. For example, if you don't have muscle in your body, you can't convert fat into more muscle. To convert, you need at least one gram of initial muscle.

Special note: The realm of exercises belongs to the category of virtual experience, and the realm of cultivation belongs to the category of physical objects.

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Amount, equivalent swap?

Dao fruit?

It's a lot of restrictions, but it's amazing!

So how to use it?

As soon as his thoughts appeared, Wang Zijia was stunned again.

I saw that as his thoughts came out, the scales flickered slightly, and then in the chaotic sea of consciousness, there was an uncontrollable slight vibration, and illusory weights suddenly appeared, rotating around the scale.

The weights are large and small, and the whole body is illusory, and the whole body is divided into two categories.

One is silvery-white, and the other is black and iron.

There are a lot of weights in both types, but most of them are illusory dots of light and extremely small. As long as part of the weight, there is a finger-sized weight.

If it weren't for the big weights, Wang Zijia would only think that it was a point of light, and would not think about the weights at all.

Stretching out his hand, the largest weight flew over in the black iron.

Weight: Cursed Poison

Status: Suppressed

Value: 6

Introduction: Strange mixed poison, properly used, can even barely poison people in cultivation, the best in mortal things.

Forehead ······ Mixed poison?

So the original body was poisoned and died?

Ha ······

Wait, he's still in a state of poisoning?

So the black iron weights represent the physical body? So Yinbai is an illusory memory?

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