Ye Cong, male, Chinese New Year's Eve is 32 years old. He is not highly educated, but he is loyal and hardworking.

For this reason, when he came to Binhai to work many years ago, he was quickly favored by his boss, and he went from courier to regional manager step by step.

He fell in love with a female colleague at work, and he saved up a sum of money to make a down payment on a house outside the Sixth Ring Road in Marina City.

The house is small, but enough to get married. A bright future seems to beckon him.

At this time, the aura revived and the demon descended.

For some, this doesn't seem like a bad thing. Reiki treats sentient beings very fairly, regardless of wealth, wealth, cheapness, beauty or ugliness, the probability of awakening is the same low. Some unknown people who were originally struggling at the bottom of society have become high-ranking cultivators.

But the vast majority of people don't have this blessing, and Ye Cong is just one of these sentient beings. He lost his job, his love, and his house in these troubled times.

After a year of muddy, Ye Cong cleaned himself up one morning, came to the recruitment office in Binhai, and became a member of the city defense soldiers.

Many of his friends were disdainful of his choice, because everyone knew that ordinary soldiers were just cannon fodder for those cultivators.

The situation is unknown, and the soldiers explore the way.

The situation was critical, and the soldiers were cut off.

The cruelest part is that no matter how much sweat and blood is shed, ordinary soldiers will not have any room for promotion.

Because honor and benefit are always for the practitioner.

Is Ye Cong willing to do this? Definitely not.

But his own experience taught him a truth: hard work does not necessarily pay off, but there is no reward if you don't work hard.

He has since become a defensive soldier of the Marina.

The commander provided him with a complete set of equipment, including an automatic rifle, body armor, and a combat helmet. In the past, this outfit could be considered well-equipped. But in this day and age, it can only be said that talk is better than nothing.

Two years ago, he and his team faced a tin zombie. The cultivators who led the team that day were accidentally injured and could only retreat first, leaving the six of them to stop the zombies.

Years later, he still remembers the despair of that day. He and his companions fired all the bullets, but only stopped the zombies for a moment. The powerful bullet hit the demon like a lump of steel, and it only exploded into a spark, and it could not hurt it in the slightest.

Ye Cong's life was great, the iron-clad zombie bit the other five people, and when he was about to bite him to death, the supporting cultivators arrived. I saw a flash of sword light, and the head of the crazy zombie rolled down to the dust with a grunt.

The gap between a cultivator and an ordinary soldier is so huge.

In the days that followed, Ye Cong experienced a lot. He has seen every demon siege and participated in the artillery bombardment of demon generals. He survived several near-deaths, and he was amazed by the strength of the Martial God, and he was fascinated by the legendary New World.

But what Ye Cong will never forget is the sword light that saved him that day.

He wanted to be a practitioner.

The reality is desperate, the awakening of the aura ability is completely dependent on talent, and no one has ever changed his life to become a cultivator through his own efforts.

But in the community, there is a small rumor.

It is said that if a large amount of spiritual grass is ingested, it is possible for ordinary people to awaken to become cultivators.

The reason is very simple, what to eat and what to supplement.

Originally, the spirit grass and spirit wood belonged to strategic materials, and they were uniformly collected and used by the official deployment of Binhai City. But where there are people, there will be trade, and in the black market, you can often buy spiritual grasses such as white grass, borneol, and tall branches and leaves.

Some of these are from practitioners, but most are from commoners. In order to get rich overnight, some people will take risks and risk death to go deep into the places infested by the demon clan to hunt for treasure. Big risks can lead to big gains. Of course, if you're unlucky enough to encounter a youkai, you're basically gone.

These spirit grasses are worth a lot of money and can only be traded with credits.

In this day and age, banknotes have become complete waste paper. Black market transactions, mostly bartered. Officials distribute the most basic necessities to civilians, but only steamed buns and thick clothes to keep them alive. If you want to get something good, or even want to eat meat, you can only exchange it from the black market.

The credits in the hands of the practitioner can buy everything and are the real hard currency. There is only one way for ordinary people to get credit:

Join the defending army, take part in the most dangerous missions, and serve as cannon fodder for the cultivators.

Ye Cong's monthly salary is 2 credits, and he will have more when he goes out on a mission.

1 credit can buy 8 canned meat plus 2 packs of cigarettes on the black market, and 2 credits can buy a young and beautiful girl for 3 months - just take care of the food.

The price of a white grass plant is 12 credits.

The ancients said that human life is like grass mustard. But in this era, the price of human life is far less than that of grass mustard.

Ye Cong was born and died in the garrison for more than three years, and his credit was never used to buy luxury goods such as canned meat and beer, and never used it to "relax for a few days". All his credits are used to buy white grass to eat.

He couldn't forget the sword light. He didn't want to be a human being, he just wanted to live with dignity.

On this morning, Ye Cong woke up from his dormitory. The city defense army has its own single-family dormitory, which is much better than the living conditions of the civilians.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his hands. Follow the qi induction method found in the black market and try to feel the existence of aura. Yesterday was pay day, and he bought a white straw from the black market and put it under it. It stands to reason that the aura in the body should now increase by another point.

It's a pity that like many times before, Ye Cong still found nothing.

He sighed, cleaned himself up, and prepared to report to the city wall to change his guard.

In the past three years, Ye Cong has taken a full twenty white grasses, but every time he is only disappointed. These credits are a huge wealth for a commoner, and if used for life, he can even feed a large family.

Putting down these meaningless thoughts, Ye Cong pushed the door out. It was inhabited by the city guards, but it was not only soldiers who came in and out. Many young girls left in droves after a night's work.

Ye Cong's neighbor Pan Ziming has been basking in the sun in the yard for a long time, like a real landlord Lao Cai. It's a fat man, and to his left, a tall girl is pinching his shoulder. To his right, another peachy-faced girl was feeding breakfast to his lips.

Ye Cong frowned, because this little girl looked too young.

The two girls are dressed very lightly.

On the table in front of them, there was actually a hot pot, gurgling and bubbling, and the slightest smell of meat wafted out of it. There are also two cans of beer next to it.

The girls passing by looked at the scene in the yard with envy. They swallowed their saliva silently in front of Pan Ziming's obese body.

"Mr. Ye, good morning. Pan Ziming saw Ye Cong going out, and greeted with a smile, "What's the hurry, there's still an hour to change the guard." ”

The two belong to the same team and are very familiar with each other. Because Ye Cong used to be the regional manager, Pan Ziming called him "Mr. Ye" to show his closeness.

Ye Cong said with a smile: "I'll go early, didn't Captain Gao say yesterday that there might be a big task today." ”

"High team. Pan Ziming pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "He's also an errand runner, you can trust him." Come in and sit, eat some meat, have a drink, I've got a can of beer here. ”

Ye Cong refused. Pan Ziming was helpless, reluctantly struggled out of the gentle township, and went to the city wall with Ye Cong.

As soon as the two of them left on their front feet, the two girls who stayed in Pan Ziming's courtyard immediately grabbed the remaining meat in the hot pot with spoons.