South China Sea.

Lingao Island.

Left Pedal Alley.

The wind comes from the sea, and here it becomes a wild beast and roars at the earth.

It was a cold and humid night.

The people in the alley had already fallen asleep, and only the deepest courtyard was slightly brightened.

"Little slut! Blatantly go home to collect people!! ”

"No, no, he...... He was washed up by the sea, if he was not saved......"

"Dare to talk back!"

Syllable!

The sound of the thorn on the body was rapid and hot.

The girl snorted in pain.

"Before he can breathe, drag the old lady out and throw it away!"

……

Fu Ning vaguely felt that someone was dragging his body.

But his head was groggy and he couldn't open his eyes.

"What's wrong with me?"

He vaguely remembered that he was shooting the exterior with a drone, but he didn't expect a huge whirlpool to suddenly appear in the AR field of vision.

Fu Ning couldn't react, plunged into it, and then lost consciousness.

"What's that whirlpool?"

His thoughts gradually recovered, and the whole person was like a primordial spirit, and he suddenly regained all his senses.

Pain.

Extreme pain.

It was as if the brain had been gouged out, fried and fried, and then stuffed back again.

Sour, spicy, salty, all kinds of flavors are mixed together, tangled, lingering, and reverberating.

I don't know how long it took for the pain to dissipate.

Fu Ning opened his eyes.

In the dry eye sockets, the eyeballs seemed to roll on sandpaper, and they were uneasy and stuck.

The dilated pupils began to contract rapidly, and the blurred world became clear.

It's a patchwork of cramped spaces.

Some were dim, some were damp, and the smell of wood mold was faintly visible, but it was quickly dispersed by the wind that poured in.

The wind was mixed with moisture and saltiness, and the whole space shook with it.

If nothing else, it should be a small boat, and he is lying in the cabin.

The vertigo after the crossing, coupled with the shaking of the boat, gave him the illusion that his soul and body were separated.

"It's ...... Where? ”

Fu Ning used all his strength to barely climb out of the cabin.

The scorching sun gave him a dizziness.

The long period of darkness made his eyes picky.

After a brief period of discomfort, the field of view begins to take over with blue.

The tide rises and falls, layer upon layer.

At a glance, the sea and the sky, in the boundless place, blend into one.

"Sure enough, no matter where you are, the sea is always the same."

On this side of the sea, there are many small boats.

Most of them were already dilapidated, and Fu Ning's boat was one of them.

When the sea breeze blows, the rotten trees compete with each other, interweaving a tooth-aching sound.

Fu Ning poked his head out of the boat, and a pale face was immediately reflected in the water.

The sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, the bridge of the nose is high, but there is a trace of sickness in the eyes, and there is a scar about an inch between the eyes.

The scar was fresh, and the crusted flesh hung on either side of the wound, like a dark centipede lying on the door of the head.

made the originally handsome face a little more hideous.

Suck!

"This is my ??!"

The breeze is blowing and wrinkling the water mirror.

The picture in the water was blurry for a while, but another picture suddenly squeezed out from the depths of memory.

That's a superimposed view of three different directions.

In every perspective, the shadow of a hand is reflected.

A woman's hand.

Slender and white, flawless.

The shadow is constantly enlarged in the pupils.

Soon blocked all view.

Swish~

A touch of warmth swept through.

Hands and eyes, staggered.

Eyeballs hanging from the fingertips.

There are more scars on the face.

A silver bell-like laugh rang out, and along with the scar, it was carved into his mind.

Rumble~

The picture is fragmented, boiling like seawater, and then subsided.

Looking at the reflection in the water again, Fu Ning no longer felt strange.

"It used to be an eye!"

He reached out and stroked the scar on his forehead, pain running through his heart.

A new memory has appeared in my mind.

"Sure enough, it's crossed."

It's a world of bizarre wonders.

The way of heaven is constantly changing, so there are often wonders that appear at a glance and are fleeting.

And there are saints who visualize the wonders in an instant, and they actually have an understanding, so they leave a legacy, called 'Jingshi'.

Jing Shi can visualize the exterior scene, and receive heavenly rewards, divine power creation, Danfang secret records, and life number supernatural powers......

Push the world in one thing, and cross the four seas in the heart of the inch.

The same scenery will have different perceptions in different eyes.

Just like a leaf, some people see sorrow, some people see autumn, some people see ambition, and some people see desert dusk.

Where there is ordinary, there is extraordinary.

Among the Jingshi, there is a special bloodline, they are blessed with unique facial features, and their natural facial features are different from ordinary people (eyebrows, eyes, ears, nose, mouth), and when contemplating, they can see through all kinds of unpredictable, so they are called 'spirit officials'.

In Fu Ning's memory, he was born with a three-eyed spirit officer, and a third spirit eye was born on his forehead.

In this eye, all trajectories are dull, and all transfigurations are nothing.

It's a bit like the Sharingan in the Hokage in the previous life.

Not only the eyes, but also the fate.

The spiritual officer is the original sin.

Everyone plays the same game, why can you hang up?

As a result, there is evil art in the world, which can raise spirit slaves, take away their spirit officials, and then plant them in their own flesh and blood, and transform them.

As a result, the Lingguan bloodline became the prey of the cultivation world, and the stronger the ability, the more it became the target of Jingshi's competition.

As a result, Fu Ning's family was wiped out, and after the clansmen were arrested, they were raised as spirit slaves for others to choose.

Fu Ning is also one of them, he was raised since he was a child, until not long ago, he was robbed of the third eye by the jade hand, and his memory ended here.

A thin wave came from far to near, and the reflection was crumpled again and blended into the seawater.

Fu Ning withdrew his gaze.

The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than is lost; The way of man, the loss is not enough to give more than enough.

No matter what world you are in, the law of the jungle is the best thing in the world.

The higher the martial arts, the more inhumane.

Not to mention this fantasy world, I'm afraid it will only be even more unlimited.

"Ahem~"

Complicated thoughts, consuming a lot of spirit, weakness began to occupy the high ground, Fu Ning smiled bitterly: "Crossing the world to carry the blame." ”

The spirit officer is connected to the bloodline, and his life is at stake.

If the body is a sealed cloth bag, and the spirit officer is taken away, it is like opening a hole in the cloth bag, and the vitality inside will quickly dissipate.

Therefore, once the spirit officer is taken away, it means the end of life.

But perhaps because of the crossing, Fu Ning miraculously survived.

However, he could feel that the vitality in his body was still passing, and if he didn't replenish it, the outcome would still be the same.

How easy is it to just replenish the body?

Crash~

The boat shook a little.

The wind at sea seems to be a little stronger.

"Is the tide going to rise?"

He looked up.

A thin wave from far to near, and before it could disperse, it was pushed away by the thin wave behind it, and finally arched to the shore and seeped into the yellow sand.

It comes like wind and rain, and goes like dust.

That's how most of the world goes.

I only hate that the past life was too hurried, and this life is too difficult.

Just when he didn't know how to deal with himself, a little light suddenly lit up in his mind.