"High math is really too difficult" Tan Qingwen wailed in the dormitory, she had a review book for high math in her hand, and there were also linear algebra and other mathematics-related materials in her bag.

"Come on, you, I only reviewed in the last few days, and now I know that it's difficult?" It was her roommate Li Xiangkui who replied, she reviewed early because of the proper arrangement, and now she is leisurely applying a mask.

"Sunflower! wrinkles will occur when you wear the mask, so you better be careful. Qingwen yelled unwillingly, feeling very aggrieved in her heart, if it weren't for the high school teacher who said that she would be easy to go to college, she could run freely and live arbitrarily, she wouldn't have been until now, cough cough, well, in fact, to put it bluntly, she is lazy, and she has procrastination.

"Hey, isn't there a legend in our school, what is the barren slope behind the library, it used to be a cemetery, haunted in the middle of the night, and there were still people missing? Do you want to go and see it?" Wei Lingyan suddenly said, usually the dormitory is her favorite to read horror novels, and she often wants to visit some supernatural area.

Li Xiangkui turned his head and answered, "That's not the case, I heard that there is a person with a not very normal brain in the back of the library who is burning paper to worship, and there are still people in the distance, and as soon as you get closer, the person is gone." Li Xiangkui couldn't help but be aroused again, but the mask almost fell off, she quickly held down the mask, turned back to look in the mirror and didn't speak.

Hey, hey, come on, I'm obviously talking about high numbers, how did it become a wasteland behind the library. But this topic is also very interesting, much more interesting than high math, okay!

"Do you know what that person is worshipping? I think it must be a little ghost or something, maybe trying to hurt someone. Wei Lingyan was obviously caught up in her own fantasies, letting her thoughts fly freely.

"There is less feudal superstition, in fact, people are worshipping the god of Kao, and they are afraid of being seen and embarrassed, so they run away. Hao Siwen, the academic tyrant in the dormitory, finally participated in the topic, and no one remembered Qingwen's miserable high number now.

"I think it's quite superstitious to worship the gods, so it's better to go to the library to read books and study on your own when you have that time, isn't it?" Qingwen also began to discuss。。。。。。

Soon the dormitory was filled with laughter and laughter, and life in college was always easier than difficult, and it is no wonder that university is called an ivory tower and a greenhouse.

However, Qingwen didn't know that in a few days, she would say goodbye to this place and this world.

Not dead, of course, but crossed.

Here's the thing.

The day before the exam, Qingwen still hadn't reviewed all the knowledge points, and decided to stumble in the library, and when she went to the library with a bunch of review materials, she passed by the wasteland, the wasteland with the legend of the god of exams. She put down the book, clasped her hands together, and wished that she could be proficient in mathematics, especially high mathematics, and then begged and worshiped the gods from all walks of life. In fact, she didn't expect it to come true, just to comfort her. In the end, you have to learn on your own.

However, the world is impermanent, and sometimes when it really happens to you, you will be overwhelmed. The old man is a down-to-earth man and works diligently, which is the great wisdom of the world.

So when the golden light was shining, Qingwen was in a daze, and a huge sense of absurdity came to her heart, what is this, unintentionally inserted into the willows and willows? But I didn't feel that I had the feeling of being empowered and my IQ suddenly increased.

As the golden light hit, Qingwen was stunned before she had time to react.

After that, in Qingwen's place, there was no one and nothing. There was silence all around, and there was no one passing by, but the reality was that many people passed by that wasteland, but Qingwen, who should have been there, was gone, as if a fork in the road, separating Qingwen from others.

Headache, a strong tremor in a certain piece of the brain, and the message of severe pain came out, so cold, like in a glacier without sunshine, cold to the bone. When did Qingwen suffer such pain, ah screamed out, the air poured into her heart and lungs, and she opened her eyes. What catches your eye is a wooden ceiling.

Qingwen exhaled deeply, hoping to relieve the pain for a while. Suddenly, like a whirlwind in her head, fragments of memory hit Qingwen, and just when Qingwen fell into the boundless sea of memories and was about to lose herself, a high math workbook, linear algebra, middle and high school math books, all the math books she had learned and read before crossing came out.

Yes, I'm Tan Qingwen, not someone else, and mathematics bothers me the most.

Qingwen screamed to vent her pain, to feel herself, and eventually she fainted again.

In a coma, she was like a bystander, witnessing the unfortunate life of an immortal cultivator.

The owner of this body was originally a third-class disciple of the Qingxu Sect, with the same name and surname as her, and she was only practicing Qi at the ninth level, so she could only do miscellaneous work every day to complete the sect tasks, so that she would not be driven out of the sect, and she would have no time to cultivate, and she felt that the immortal path was hopeless, but she always insisted.

In the process of doing a chores, she slipped the jade plate holding the golden beard wood, the golden beard wood must be undertaken with jade, otherwise it will immediately lose the medicinal properties, she made such a big mistake in order not to be driven out of the sect, took the initiative to apply to go to the demon refining tower to send spiritual food, the demon in the demon refining tower is evil, fierce and abnormal, there are riots from time to time, and often mistakenly injure the disciples who send the spiritual food, so if it is not forced to be helpless, no one is willing to send it.

But it's different here to Qingwen, her body is different from others, it can accommodate other people's souls, this kind of physique is not a monk above the Yuan Infant can't be seen, what's even more unfortunate is that there is a demon who cultivates souls in the Demon Refining Tower, although his body is imprisoned with mana, but the Divine Soul can still cast spells, but the Divine Soul can't be too far away from the body, so it can't be separated from the Demon Refining Tower. Unless, he can find a body that can accept his soul and enter and exit the Demon Refining Tower.

This physical body is Qingwen.

The memory after being possessed is very vague, but I can know that Qingwen is very painful, until the last time I sent spiritual food, she was seriously injured by mistake.

Although she was rescued and sent back to the room, but the soul had run out of oil, and in desperation, she took arsenic, a highly poisonous thing in the mundane, which was originally used to poison some low-level demon beasts, but she hoped that her body would not be used by the demon spirit, and suppressed the demon soul at the last moment and used it to poison herself.

After that, there is no memory.

As for how the demon soul finally saved the vitality of this body, and why it is not in this body now, these mysteries can only be answered by modern Qingwen.

Qingwen woke up faintly, after seeing the tragic experience of the former master, she had a sense of being separated from the world, puzzled by the former master's behavior of not saying that she was possessed, and for her until she died, she was still struggling tenaciously, and was impressed by the perseverance of not letting her body harm sentient beings, Qingwen thought, it is impossible to go home, and now she can only live well instead of the original owner.

It's not in vain.