"If I could get more information in my previous life, I might have noticed that the female Taoist priest was a snake demon in advance, so I would not be able to reach that limit."

Li Enwei was quite satisfied with the gains this time.

Not only because he got a fate with the word "auspicious" and the good and bad luck were even, but also because he understood the conditions for upgrading the fate.

The most basic point of upgrading the fate is to try to make the host's life span reach the standard of 77449 ​​days.

He didn't know if the life-refining time could be increased, but he could only calculate according to this standard for the time being.

On this basis, all kinds of crises brought about by the host's life are resolved as much as possible.

Once the bad things are eliminated, the fate will naturally come to an extreme and meet the conditions for upgrading and refining.

"The above are all trigger conditions for updating and refining. But in terms of personal experience, there is actually another one to add."

Li Enwei paused, his eyes becoming more and more concentrated.

"A person with bad luck will have no future if he stays alone."

"When it's time to fight, you have to go out and fight."

In reincarnation, the things outside the host's body cannot be brought by life or death, but only fate can be inherited.

Only auspicious fate has inherited value.

If you cannot succeed in the promotion, no matter how much gold, silver and treasures you get in your previous life, your reputation will be in vain in the end.

On the contrary, if you can continue to refine your life, you will one day accumulate huge advantages and overcome bad life.

Maybe... you can also remove the inherent fate [Great Blame, Day is Not Farewell] and completely control your own life!

Thinking of this, Li Enwei turned his eyes outside the big tripod.

This place is covered with layers of layers, almost endless mirrors.

Most of the mirrors are shining with crimson luster and misty, representing unknown life.

A few of the faces were as pale as bones, and stiff figures appeared inside, with the last expression before death on their faces frozen.

Li Enwei's eyes swept across the closest sides one by one, including refugees, scholars, soldiers, and... Zhao Aniu.

The four people showed despair, fear, reluctance, and a slight anxiety on their faces.

The host's life span is exhausted, and the mirror surface turns from red to white, completing the final freeze.

Li Enwei no longer misses the four short lives that have ended.

But behind the four white mirrors, there is a large white mirror surrounded by stars in the center.

Unlike the other four mirrors, the person in this mirror is wearing loose pajamas and sleeping with his eyes closed.

It was Li Enwei who traveled through time.

He vaguely remembered that he had traveled through time in his dream.

Every time he returned to the mirror world, Li Enwei habitually stared at the extremely familiar figure at the height of the sky, and was speechless for a long time.

But in this life, he seemed to have finally found a clue to solve the dilemma, so he only looked around for a moment and then withdrew his gaze.

If you want to find yourself, you will blame others and you will not help.

Only by continuing to reincarnate and refine your life and accumulate advantages!

Thinking of this, he thought about it.

The entry of Dingwen changes.

Inherit the fate [There are so many good and few good things, and the flowers are seen in the fog]!

Inheriting the fate [Good and bad luck are mixed, and fools are thousands of thoughts]!

"With these two half-good fates, plus the basic breathing method that can improve physical fitness, I will no longer be the beginning of the whiteboard in my next life. Maybe I can develop a better fate."

"In addition, we need to continue to collect information about practice..."

"bring it on!"

Li Enwei's thoughts moved again. The next moment, a crimson mirror fell from a high place. Li Enwei's soul jumped gently and disappeared into the mirror in a flash.

At the same time, Dingwen is refreshed simultaneously.

Soul Lord: Li Enwei

Host: Qian Qiban

Identity: Quick constable

Cultivation: Mortal

Number of reincarnations: 5

Remaining life span: 10 days

Number of days of upscaling: 0/49 days

Inherent fate: [Great evil, the sky will not fade the year]

The fate of the world: [The middle evil is bad, the misfortune does not go alone] (can be refined) [There are many good and little evil, and the flowers are seen in the fog] (cannot be refined) [The good and bad are mixed, and the fools are thousands of worries] (cannot be refined)

The fate of the previous life: [The evil in the middle·Digging the well without a spring] [The evil in the middle·Flying disaster in the middle]

Method of practice: [General breathing method (small achievement)]

...

...

Scarlet

Endless crimson.

"Although human eyelids are thin, they are densely covered with capillaries. If there is sufficient light outside, you can see red when you close your eyes..."

"This time the red is even more intense, maybe the host has sufficient qi and blood, and is stronger than Zhao Aniu..."

As he was thinking randomly, Li Enwei's thinking gradually diverged.

The originally nervous mood slowly relaxed.

Sudden.

A pair of huge eyes flashed without warning, instantly occupying most of the vision.

It seems to be staring at someone with a face on his face.

The strange scenes and powerful sense of oppression made Li Enwei's mind crash instantly.

Only shock and fear of these instinctive emotions remain.

"ah!!!"

The roar of despair resounded in my ears.

The strange eyes disappeared.

Li Enwei turned over and stood up in a daze, and in a daze, he couldn't tell whether it was his own voice or the host's voice just now.

After a while, I gradually felt a trace of warmth from my body, and was hit by a strong sense of suffocation.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

After a long time, Li Enwei recovered and his eyes adapted to the current light.

Looking around, he was in a small wooden house about a meter square.

The walls of the house were wet and black, filled with a faint musty smell. Only the beam above the head was slightly dry and clean, so it should have been made of better wood.

Otherwise, he would have doubted whether the house was about to collapse.

His eyes turned back to himself.

The indigo service uniform was loose, and it was obvious that the owner of the clothes was not physically enough to fully support the suit.

"This body is too thin, not as good as the white-faced scholar in the second life."

"Is it really a serious yamen... cough cough..."

With just a few words, he felt a little breathless again.

My throat was so dry that it was smoking, so I followed the host's memory to the water tank in the yard outside.

A few mouthfuls of cold water slashed across my throat, and I felt a little painful in my neck, as if I was injured.

I lowered my head and looked at the water in the jar. Sure enough, I saw my neck red and swollen, and my finger marks could be seen vaguely, like...

"I was strangled to death!"

As soon as the thought moves, a recent memory that belongs to the host comes in an instant.

Qian Qiban is a constable in Jiangzhou Prefecture, working under the command of Du Liu, the head of the Ding Ban.

A few days ago, Du Liu took him to deal with a single murder case in the market.

After returning, Qian Qiban always felt inexplicably palpitations and eventually died bizarrely last night.
To be continued...