The luggage contained three large snakeskin bags, two of which contained clothes and bedding, and the other contained some small items.

If you come into the city with big or small bags, you will definitely be looked down upon by the city people.

But Zhang Tong doesn't care. As a reborn person, as a reborn person who has already made plans to get rich.

To those city dwellers who look down on him, Zhang Tong just wants to say: Don’t bully young people into poverty, thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west!

Hmm... When he thought of this sentence, Zhang Tong quickly took out his notebook and wrote the four characters "Ma Po Cang Qiong".

This book is just an alternative plan. It doesn't matter whether you make money or not. What matters is that you are happy.

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Considering that his money would be doubled in the future, Zhang Tong chose to take the bus when he went to the city.

After arriving in the city, Zhang Tong rented a house in a relatively affordable area in the city opposite to the village in the city. Zhang Tong then began to pack his packed luggage.

Every set of bedding, every piece of clothing.

Although I haven't seen him for more than ten years, I don't remember the appearance and style.

But when Zhang Tong took them out one by one, a lot of memories began to appear in Zhang Tong's mind.

"Huh? Why don't I remember having such a toy when I was a kid?"

Suddenly, Zhang Tong's movements stopped. He was holding a piece of paper as big as a laptop, his face full of surprise and curiosity.

In Zhang Tong's memory, he did not have such a toy when he was a child. If so, he should definitely have an impression of it.

After all, this style of painting...should have left a deep impression on me when I was a minor, right?

Zhang Tong sat down on the bed, put the paper in his arms, and carefully looked at this little gadget with a strange painting style.

The light yellow paper feels quite thick and should be made of parchment-like material.

There are winding lines drawn on the paper, twisting and turning from the lower left corner to the upper right corner before stopping.

I don’t know what process the texture is formed by, but the delicate texture has an indescribable touch when touched.

For some reason, Zhang Tong shuddered subconsciously when he touched the lines that resembled those winding roads.

The lines are divided into small grids of almost the same size. At a glance, there are about a hundred grids in the winding lines.

Black fonts, twisted like snakes, were written in the middle of the small grids, not missing from the beginning to the end. The strange-shaped words on them immediately made Zhang Tong frown:

"It should be some kind of ancient hieroglyphics. These things are... numbers?"

Looking at the snake-like twisted words, Zhang Tong suddenly felt dizzy. He quickly shook his head, covered his forehead with his hand, and then muttered to himself in confusion:

"Did you catch a cold after drinking well water last night? You shouldn't...it's the dog days of summer."

Shaking his head, Zhang Tong felt much better. Now he looked at the varnished parchment and suddenly laughed:

"It turns out to be a risky chess game."

"There are no levels from beginning to end, just small grids representing the number of steps. No wonder I have no impression."

Zhang Tong had a look of surprise on his face. Looking at the yellowed parchment, Zhang Tong finally knew what this thing was.

Co-authored, this thing is an extremely simple adventure chess game.

What is adventure chess?

This thing can be called the most fun toy of Zhang Tong's childhood. It can be played by one person, two people, and three people.

Toys that can be played with friends or parents have indeed accompanied Zhang Tong through a long period of childhood.

The gameplay of adventure chess is also very simple.

Just lay out the chessboard and the players take turns rolling the dice.

Depending on the number of the dice, the chess piece that represents you will move forward a few steps. When you reach the place, you will judge the level based on the description written on that grid.

A few steps back, a few steps forward, a pause for a round, specific actions and games... and other settings make the game rich and colorful.

Such a game framework, combined with skin plots such as Black Cat Sheriff, Journey to the West, Saint Seiya, Ultraman, etc., is suddenly full of completely different fun.

Compared with those adventure chess games that have plots and skins, although this set of materials is thoughtful, the style of adventure chess is weird and there are no levels, so it seems very uncompetitive.

It is for this reason that Zhang Tong thinks it is normal that he has no impression of it.

"Dice and chess pieces..."

After taking a look at the adventure chess piece that didn't even have skins or plots, Zhang Tong muttered and continued to pack his luggage.

Zhang Tong had been busy all afternoon before getting his one-bedroom house in order.

Well, although the house is rented, the life is your own.

This is the creed that Zhang Tong always believed in before he was reborn.

Even if the house is rented, Zhang Tong has always been accustomed to keeping the room in order. Even if he is single, there are always neat little balloons on the bedside.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality. What if it is used?

Moreover, this can also be regarded as a sense of ritual.

Thinking of his salty life before rebirth, Zhang Tong smiled knowingly.

"The dice are found, but the chess pieces are gone."

"I don't have much of an impression anyway. I'll just clean it up after eating and throw it away."

After working hard all afternoon, Zhang Tong's stomach started to growl. Holding the dice found at the bottom of the snakeskin bag, Zhang Tong looked at the sky outside.

Then, Zhang Tong, who was playing with the dice, walked towards the door. When he reached the door, Zhang Tong suddenly turned around and flicked the dice onto the adventure chess piece on the bed, spinning.

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Looking at his masterpiece, Zhang Tong nodded with satisfaction, closed the door and went out to eat.

But what he didn't know was that at the moment the door was closed, every red dot on the rotating dice burst into crimson blood.

The blood light was strange but soft, making everything in the room covered with a crimson gauze.

The path on the adventure chess has also undergone strange changes, like some kind of weird blood vessels, which are constantly shrinking and flowing with black and gray waves.

Whispers of unknown meaning echoed in Zhang Tong's bedroom, as if an indescribable ancient existence had come to life.
Chapter completed!