"Here comes my golden finger."

Zhou An put down the kitchen knife, washed his hands, and rubbed his eyes calmly.

[Sword Skill Lv.1: 1/10000]

He was sure that it was not an illusion, and that the scene in front of him was real.

It's just this thing, how can it have an inexplicable sense of immediacy?

Zhou An thought for a while, then lifted the kitchen knife again and sliced horizontally at the pork with the blade.

【Sword +1】

【Sword Skill Lv.1:2/10000】

"Smack!"

The kitchen knife was thrown aside by him.

Zhou An determined that this was a small game he did in his previous life, called the life system.

As the name suggests, it is used for the ability of liver life.

In my previous life, there was an independent producer of games who made games similar to liver life skills, which were sold well on the Internet.

Zhou An painted a cat according to the tiger, followed a wave of wind, and made a lot of money as a result.

As for why it was determined that it was a small game he did in his previous life, it came from the words "lv.1" in the back.

Copying also can't be copied, so he adds some ranks to the back.

Someone else's lv1 is placed in the front, and his lv1 is placed in the back.

Moreover, he also added a few things.

Every time he transforms, he will gain special abilities, and as for what the abilities are, even he, the producer, doesn't know.

Because he sets a whole bunch of bells and whistles and then gives them randomly.

With each level increase, the maximum level of proficiency also increases.

Zhou An is now very sure that his golden finger comes from himself.

"If I knew this was the case, I would have set up a game that would be invincible from the start."

Who would have thought it would cross? Who would have thought that a game that would come with a past life after traveling back?

Zhou An looked at the proficiency behind him, and his liver hurt a little.

The original design of this game is to let the player get a sense of pleasure from the process of liver.

But after his turn, Zhou An can only be described in one sentence.

A hundred causes will have fruit, and your retribution is mine.

"Liver, it's a golden finger."

Thinking of the dangers and weirdness of this world, Zhou An felt that the ability obtained by this golden finger every time he raised his level could make him live a very comfortable life.

But the premise is that the liver is obtained.

Zhou An silently picked up the kitchen knife on the table and took a deep breath.

"In my previous life, I claimed to have lived in my liver."

"Do!"

The kitchen knife fell on the cutting board, Zhou An put the meat away, lifted the kitchen knife again, and cut it carefully.

【Sword +1】

A line of text floated in front of me.

Zhou An felt that this time he really had to learn from Lu Ti and cut it carefully.

There is no one in the middle of the night, and the moon and stars are scarce.

In the remote alley, the sound of snatching sounded.

……

Following.

The fiery sun rises in the east, and the deserted streets are hot.

The hustle and bustle of the city followed.

Zhou An put down the kitchen knife, sat on the chair, and tilted his head.

His arm was sore, and he cut the whole night's stuff all night.

On the cutting board, the vegetables, meat and rice were cut into fine pulp by him, and even the cutting board was cut in half by him.

The kitchen knife rolled up and tossed aside.

In front of my eyes, new words appeared.

【Blade Power (Speed +1) Lv.2: 1/20000】

All night, he didn't know how many knives he had chopped.

Initially, each knife adds one point of proficiency, but the further you go, the more slowly the proficiency increases.

This is also his own pit, in order to avoid some Liver Emperor players who are working day and night from graduating early, he put on this setting.

"What the hell did I design?"

Life is not easy, Zhou An sighed.

In the body, there was an inexplicable air flow.

This air flow reverberated around the body, making the sore-numb right arm a little more comfortable.

"It's almost time."

Zhou An waited until his right arm was slightly comfortable before standing up.

Dianmao, similar to clocking in and out.

I didn't sleep all night last night, I didn't even eat, and my stomach rumbled.

Now at this time, there is no time to cook, so Zhou An can only go out after getting dressed and go to the breakfast stall to eat casually.

Before going out, he subconsciously picked up the kitchen knife on the table and waved it casually.

In mid-air, an afterimage passed by, and when the kitchen knife fell back onto the cutting board, it was not even clear how it was swung.

Knife skill reaches lv.2, and the extra speed is +1, only for knife skills, and there is no such bonus in other aspects.

"Just add one, there is such a speed, continue to liver, I will send it."

With the golden finger, he was in a happy mood, and after breakfast, Zhou An came to Yamen to order.

Today's street patrol is fast, and it is not his turn yet.

After ordering, it was the same as before, and when he returned to the house, Zhou An found a place to sit down, poured a cup of tea, and drank it carefully.

is a very salted life, if there is no weirdness, Zhou An feels that this life is much better than in his previous life.

After all, the end of the universe is compilation.

Although it is said that the fastest arrest is the lowest level, it is a public meal.

Two words - comfortable.

Drink all your cup of tea.

One after another, colleagues came to the room, and everyone chatted and drank tea.

Yu Hang was the last to come, and after coming in, he sat next to Zhou An and sighed.

"The drunken spring building in Anding County, there shouldn't be much work, I'll teach you a little bit, so ......"

Zhou An was chatting with the catcher next to him, talking about topics that men understand.

After hearing Yu Hang's sigh, Zhou An took a strange look.

"I went late yesterday and was scolded by Mr. Private School?"

Don't look at Yu Hang's own expense, but in these years, since Emperor Xingwu reformed the imperial examination, the literary style has prevailed, and the gentlemen of the private school have also followed the rising tide, and they have gone late, and a scolding is indispensable.

Yu Hang shook his head: "It's not that I was scolded, it's just that Mr. said, let me go early in the future, and I won't teach if I'm late." ”

Zhou An was even more puzzled: "In the past, as long as it wasn't late at night, didn't you still have to teach?" ”

In the past, even after dinner, Mr. Private School had to teach him, but now the situation doesn't seem right.

Yu Hang sighed again: "A while ago, on the street where Mr. lived, strange things always happened at night, and Mr. was worried that I would go back too late." ”

"What's weird?" Zhou An asked.

"It is said that when someone was passing by, he met a gray mouse, and the mouse was like a person, and he put his hands together and waved at this man, and when he went back, he got sick." Yu Hang's tone was sluggish.

To put it mildly, you can touch the fish, but you can't do it.

When you're fishing, keep one eye open and one eye closed, but if you really don't get it, then you won't have to play.

"I can only skip dinner." Yu Hang wailed.

Zhou An patted Yu Hang on the shoulder to express comfort.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps.

Master Zhang, who was over half a hundred years old, had a long beard and was thin, walked in.

"Everyone, take the guys and get out of work."