Hanxing is an otaku who likes to play a game called "Yamaguchiyama". Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info in the game, his name is also called Han Xing, the president of a small guild, and the only dungeon group leader and main tank (MainTank, the main bearer of monster hatred), commonly known as the human shield.

Although this guild is small, the members of the guild are happy and close to each other. One of the biggest contributors is Han Xing, who has trained the guild leader's self-cultivation level to the full level, often slipped his hand to divide the wrong equipment, and accidentally put the gold coins stored in the guild bank into his backpack. Anyone who dares to do this like Cold Star will definitely become a street rat that everyone in the guild will be punished by everyone and eager to kill as fast as possible, and of course, Cold Star will be no exception.

However, he thinks that this is what he should do, equipment and gold are not all there is to the game, play the game and not be played by the game. Regardless of whether it is inside or outside the dungeon, he will do his best to do his job as an MT - attract hatred. When the guild members have scolded enough and made enough trouble, the inexplicable fetters in this place will quietly arise. Everyone will log in to the game at the same time period, and even if you don't play a dungeon, you will feel happy chatting. Or silently go online and watch the friendly names appear online before exiting the game with peace of mind. Unconsciously, this small group has become a family in the virtual world, and one day after going online, it will be worried when it finds that someone's ID name is not displayed online.

Of course, under normal circumstances, the guild's black, gold, and black equipment will only tear the guild apart. The reason why Cold Star's guild can still be like a family is mainly because Cold Star spends a lot of time communicating with guild members, reconciling and maintaining the relationship between guild members, and instilling his philosophy, over time, the mentality of guild members has changed, and they no longer value the equipment items in the game, but enjoy life in the virtual world as a second world. In other words, except for sleeping, Hanxing spends almost all of his time in the game. Over time, he became an otaku and a waste in the eyes of the people around him.

It is difficult for Hanxing to go out once, and when he goes out, he usually replenishes food. When he came out of the supermarket, he noticed that there was a small shop next to the supermarket that didn't even have a sign. The shelves of the small shop are lined with books that are half new and half old, apparently a second-hand bookstore or a rental bookstore.

Han Xing suddenly remembered the scene of a few boys huddled together to read martial arts novels on dog days in high school, and ghostly walked into this rented bookstore.

After entering the door, Han Xing saw a white-haired old man with good spirits sitting at the cash register nodding and smiling at him, presumably this old man was the owner of this rental bookstore.

Or buy or rent a martial arts novel or two, and it's also good to go back and spice up the otaku life. Hanxing leaned sideways through the narrow aisle and found the martial arts novel section marked in the store.

The overhead electric fan kept whirring and spinning without bringing the slightest coolness, but instead blew some pages rattling, which made people irritated for no reason, and in this small space, even a high-end gamer like Hanxing, who was known for his patience, felt a little impetuous. He struggled to calm his mind, his gaze scanning the titles of the books on the shelves from left to right, from high to low.

A thin, untitled book on the spine caught Hanstar's attention, and he carefully pulled it out of the shelf.

This is a rare thread-bound book, the yellowed pages seem to tell the vicissitudes of history, and the strange thing is that the slightly torn cover does not have a word.

"You're taking it backwards, the cover is on the bottom side. Ancient books should be read from right to left. I don't know when the kind white-haired old man stood next to Han Xing, and the old man took the ancient book from Han Xing's hand and said, "This ancient book, the text in it is obscure, I don't know who put it here, and this one has been put for twenty years." No one has rented it over the years, and I have specially asked an expert to read it, and this book is not worth much, if you are interested, you can take it, you don't have to pay it back, it will be given to you. In this case, I have less to worry about?"

The meaning of this old man's words seemed to be that he knew that he would not live long. Han Xing asked curiously: "Uncle, forgive me for offending, I see that you are in good spirits, why do you seem to be explaining the aftermath?"

"People, I always do something with a beginning and no end when I am young, and now at my age, if I can't draw a picture of things, if I suddenly leave one day, wouldn't I leave too many regrets?" Look, this "Peerless Sword Technique" is here, but I didn't expect it to be twenty years after it was put aside. This old guy has been with me for 20 years. If I can find a home for this old fellow, it will be better than being disposed of as waste paper after I die. If you can treat it well, it will be considered a wish of mine. ”

Hearing the old man's words, Han Xing couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Uncle, I'm just passing by, don't you just take a book casually, and you can afford to give me a whole drama of entrusting orphans? I am too young to bear such a heavy entrustment! Besides, shouldn't you look for your son or daughter for such a thing? As the saying goes, the son inherits his father's business and is as stable as a rock. ”

Hanxing grinned and found that his lips were a little dry, "That, I, still don't rent ......"

"Young man, take it well, do things from beginning to end, remember to keep it well, don't break it. The old man shoved the book into Han Xing's hand, blocking back the words he was about to refuse.

The old man stuffed the book like this, making it difficult for Hanxing to ride the tiger. As the saying goes, the elder didn't dare to resign, and everyone said it, and it would be too ruthless for him to shirk it. However, he was worried that it was a bureau.

Cold Star never believed that a bargain would fall on him, especially since he became the guild leader, the level of the black hand aura had reached its peak over time, in short, mildew.

Do you want this book, or not? With Hanxing's many years of experience as a president and the intuition of the PK Corpse Keeper King in the wild, he sent the book in his hand to the old man, regardless of whether the old man took it or not, he ran away.

"Can't be provoked, can't I still hide?" Han Xing carried a large bag of ingredients on the street, ignoring the strange eyes of pedestrians, he was not ashamed of his behavior of running away, but proud.

The distance of three hundred meters is not far, Han Xing is out of breath, he has been at home for too long, and his body seems to be rusty, so it seems necessary to exercise his body.

When he got home, Han Xing took out the ingredients from the convenience bag one by one and put them in the refrigerator. When he got to the end, it made the cold star vest break out in a cold sweat - there was a book in the convenience bag, the appearance, size, and thickness were exactly the same as the ancient book just now, but the title of the book was "Gai Shi Hao".

Han Xing clearly remembered that he had never touched the book, the convenience bag was a plastic product, and it would make a noise at the slightest movement, even if someone put the book inside, it would definitely not be silent. At that time, there were only two people in the bookstore, he and the old man, and this old man was the only one who could do this. But it doesn't make sense, the book that the old man in the bookstore wants to give him is called "Peerless Knife Technique", and there is no need to secretly stuff a copy of "Heroes of the World" to himself. If this was a game, when I ran out at that time, why didn't there even move behind me?

After thinking about it, Hanxing decided to make another trip and return the book. The reason is very simple, if it is not your own, you will not feel at ease when you put it in your hands.

Hanxing returns to the supermarket again, and the unthinkable happens: the bookstore turns into a clothing store. Han Xing came forward to inquire, this clothing store has been operating here for two years, and it has not been moved at all. So, where did that bookstore go? In broad daylight, it disappeared inexplicably, what a hell of a life!

If what happened in the bookstore was a hallucination of Han Xing, or if Han Xing had a daydream after falling asleep, then how to explain the book in his hand?

Han Xing looked down at the book in his hand and couldn't help but open the cover. I saw a dazzling light suddenly emit from the pages of the book, engulfing the cold star.

In the blink of an eye, Han Xing and the book disappeared from this world, and the people around them didn't seem to see this amazing scene, and didn't cause the slightest movement. It wasn't until two months later that there was a murder in the supermarket, and a female police officer discovered this shocking scene when she checked the surveillance.

With the ripples of space, the cry of pain from the cold star resounded in another world.