‘This is my golden finger?’

Wu Dao, who is deeply influenced by some orphanage culture, calls the information received in the senses a system. No matter what this thing is, the system sounds easy and has a simple and unpretentious beauty of intensity.

The emergence of the system made Wu Dao feel much more at ease.

The black-clad human figure in my memory looks like a dirty thing. In my memory, there is no clearer and more useful symbol of force besides various martial arts halls and Zhuxia troops. Compared to physical exorcism, Wu Dao feels that it is more reliable for individuals to use magic to defeat magic now, and the system is his magic.

Study the systems in the senses with great enthusiasm.

With concentration, the coldness and chills in the body were reduced by several points.

This system is as simple and unpretentious as the name Wu Dao gave. What you are accustomed to is what you learn and what you are doing, but you don’t know what you learn and what you are trying to satisfy to appear in the system.

Cultivation is cultivation. If Wu Dao is not up to level, he will think about it but he will not rush to draw a conclusion.

The catastrophe is interesting.

From the perspective of sensory contact, the hijacking species can be added to the things you are accustomed to and held. It can be improved and complemented, and can also be deduced. It is easy to understand and is an enhanced version. Since there is only 1 hijacking species (gray), Wu Dao did not say that he would do any experiments rashly.

Immediately, a particularly cold feeling came from the wall, and Wu Dao quickly pulled his hand back.

Putting down the basin, Lan's mother raised her hand and touched Wu Dao's forehead, and pressed her son back to her. The son was my mother's heart. Two days ago, Wu Dao burned and talked nonsense, Lan Cunzhen took care of her without sleep all night. Whenever she had time, she recited scriptures and prayed to Wu Dao to recover quickly.

Wu Dao stared at the catastrophe (ash), and he had already vaguely understood where this catastrophe came from? It was probably obtained from the black-clad human form.

The public security in Zhuxia is indeed a bit hard to describe.

Just as Wu Dao was thinking, a figure pushed the door open and entered.

"Mom, I'm hungry!"

The scenery outside the window is very familiar and a little unfamiliar.

Wu Dao, who had just recovered from a serious illness, coughed as soon as he opened his mouth. The stinging pain in his throat and the faint coldness in his body conflicted with each other, making his body sore and difficult to exert force.

"Lingluo, don't shout so loudly, it will make your brother rest."

Before the food is served, they will understand each other and touch each other. They usually steal some shredded pork or side dishes. It is okay if the mother finds it, but if the father catches it, it will inevitably be beaten to the palm of his hand. It is normal for a teenage child to grow up when he is growing, so it is normal for him to eat greedy.

The mother and sister quickly left the bedroom, giving Wu Dao a quiet and comfortable rest space.

If there are really dirty things, it is not a big deal that the yamen runners have a flexible and changeable attitude towards work as December day. After all, no matter how much money you have, you have to have the life to spend it.

From lively to quiet, listening to the sound of people coming from the neighbors outside the window, the noon sunlight shone into the bedroom to bring warmth, Wu Dao couldn't help but get up slowly and moved to the window with his steps. The sunlight fell on his body, and his spirit suddenly improved a lot, and his eyes stared at the scenery outside.

Wu Dao couldn't help but feel a little terrified in his heart.

Without reminding others, Wu Dao instinctively wants to bask in the sun. He has to solve the problem of coldness in his body, at least he can't continue to drag it down.

"I'm hungry, dad is back, you can start a meal." Wu Lingluo pouted from the door and muttered in a low voice.

A faint blue mother in her eyes showed a hint of peace of mind.

In this era when there is no surveillance, criminal investigation technology is not developed, and yamen runners receive salaries in the temple, there are still many headless cases. The public security in Puhai is already quite good, such as the boundary of Lizhou and Western Yi called it Australia, which really has the random taste of life, freedom and death.

The brother and sister were fighting at home, but they had a hobby of uniting the front line.

"Blessed by the Bodhisattva, the fever has subsided, but the spirit is not very good."

He looked out the bright window and subconsciously placed his hand on the wall.

"Let's rest after cooking the pears..." Before Lan Cunzhen could finish her unconvincing words, she was interrupted by the call from the living room.

When he met Wu Dao's eyes, he blinked mischievously. This little move made Wu Dao smile. This naughty girl must have eaten it secretly, and there were oil stains on her mouth, so she didn't know how to wipe it.

"Mom cooks you some pear candy water to moisten your throat, talk less, and don't cough and make your throat worse."

"Mom, you can rest."

"Well, I want to bask in the sun, too."

"Doctor Lin's instructions: If you have a fever, you will hit the cold wind. When your health is almost done, go outside and bask in the sun to remove the wind and cold evil spirits in your body."

It was my father's turn to take action, that was to implement the family law.

Stealing to eat.

It is feasible to bask in the sun and take a hot bath.

All of this tells Wu Dao that this is life in a small town that Zhuxia is the most ordinary.

There are children playing and playing, there are students in academy calling their friends out for a trip, there are farmers who are resting in the cold and smoking, there are women whispering in the streets and alleys, there are vehicles honking horns, peddlers shouting, the old men in the tea shop chat, drinking tea and playing chess.

The one who came in with a basin was Wu Dao's mother Lan Cunzhen. She has been married to her father Wu Cheng for more than 20 years. She is gentle and independent. She helps her husband run the stationery store at home very vividly. Usually, if Wu Dao and his sister Wu Lingluo have a dispute, it is often the mother's education.

Strict father and kind mother.

"Xinzhuo, are you getting better?"

Good news, this system can add some!

Bad news, this system can add some points.

‘This system only appeared after I awakened Su Hui. It has never been traced to it for more than ten years. It seems that it has something to do with the spiritual soul…’

At this moment, Wu Dao's face was pale, his lips were almost blood-colored. It turned out that a young man with a bookish atmosphere and a vigorous spirit seemed to be in a state of strength for several days. This disease did torture him very much. However, his eyes were very bright and he had a silence and a solemn feeling of not giving up. This made Wu Dao look like a weak and sick person who was not good at his face.

The current situation of most families in Zhuxia, and the Wudao family is no exception.

Judging from the terrifying experience of cold and cold that penetrated into the bone marrow in the nightmare, the dirty things are fierce. At least in the memory of the Wu Dao, the fighting gangsters who collected protection fees in several streets of the town were more fierce. Those very dynamic gang members had their eyes red when they fought and fought. They really dared to get out with white knife.

This almost directly told Wu Dao that if you want to add some points, you will inevitably deal with dirty things.

"Mom, I'm almost done, I'm just coughing."

In the nightmare, the black-clad figure standing against the wall, touched the wall of the bedroom with its hands.

The eyes moved back to the room, and the change in sight made it a little gloomy and dark inside.

Wu Dao looked at the empty and cold wall and thought to himself.

‘This is also part of the life of Zhuxia.’
Chapter completed!