The book deep in the consciousness opened by itself, and on the title page appeared a majestic ghost and god wearing a crown and sitting on a blood cloud, with three heads and six arms.

Each of the six arms holds a magical weapon. There is a dragon head on the left shoulder, a tiger head on the right shoulder, and in the middle is a faceless human head wearing a crown and thick horns.

Although his appearance was ferocious and terrifying, when Wang Yuan saw him for the first time, he couldn't help but feel an infinite sense of security in his heart.

Just because: "The green dragon on the left is the white tiger on the right, and the old ox is on the waist. God will kill the god if he blocks it, and Buddha will kill the Buddha if he blocks it!"

next moment.

"Commander of the Book of Life and Death, summon the general to send Yama -!"

A scolding sound in his ears, like a yellow bell, shocked him.

Fu Zhi's eyes fell on the seal that the ghost and god pinched on his chest, and he subconsciously stood up with one hand and made an identical hand seal.

The ghost king comes to the altar and seals it!

Just hearing a majestic tiger roar, the three ghosts and gods jumped up from the title page.

Suddenly, Wang Yuan's eyes were blazing with light, mottled tiger stripes appeared on his cheeks, and even the word "王" was faintly visible in the middle of his forehead.

The temperament of his body also suddenly changed, and the hunting instinct in his bones revived, becoming cold and ferocious, like a tiger emerging from the forest.

He felt that his consciousness had been pulled away, and he instantly became a third-party observer. He could only exert influence on his body, but could no longer fully control it.

Whoosh!

His body shot up from the ground like a spring, and with the force exerted by his feet, the hair wrapped around his feet was easily broken.

Wang Yuan could clearly feel that his strength had not increased at all.

But there is a cool breath flowing in the body, which quietly eliminates the [weird] power that makes people unable to fight back, and the hair as a carrier immediately becomes no different from rotten grass.

Without any hesitation, Wang Yuan roared and pounced on the [Weird] body, with the fishy wind gusting around him, like a glaring tiger that wanted to devour anyone.

The Wang clan, the guardian of the mausoleum, has a family tradition of writing and martial arts. Most of the clan members are skilled in martial arts, and Wang Yuan is no exception.

Moreover, when his main consciousness is asleep, although he looks stupid on the outside, he is actually simple in mind. His strength is astonishing when his mind is not distracted, and his martial arts progress is far beyond that of ordinary people.

This is why it hurts so much when a fool hits someone.

At less than fifteen years old, he had already mastered the "White Tiger Art of War" recorded in the Wang family biography "The Thirty-Six Books of Martial Arts Volume 8" to the first level of "Fine and Flesh Foreign Minister".

Strong on the outside, the tendons are like bow strings, the bones are like fine steel, and the 639 muscles stretch freely like a living thing;

The internal organs are strong, the blood is bright red and full of vitality, the internal organs are solid, and every exhalation and inhalation has the power to produce traction fascia.

Even though he is still not the best in the world, it is extremely easy to take down a few strong men who can only use their strength to death.

One step "crossing the tiger to climb the mountain" and he was in front of the unresponsive female spy.

She clasped her hands together like an iron mallet and struck her hard, venting all the strength in her body on her chest.

[White Tiger's Art of War·Yinhu Holding Seal]

Boom!

The originally irresistible [Weirdness] was suddenly thrown out like a rag doll, hit the altar and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wang Yuan couldn't help but wonder, after getting rid of the unexplainable supernatural power, this female spy was not stronger than an ordinary woman?

And her reaction is slow, worse than that of a village woman.

He stepped forward to catch up, bent his knees and pressed her back, raised his fist and hit her hard on the back of the head.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The clear energy in the fist peak circulated back and forth, disintegrating the strange power that protected the female ghost layer by layer.

After three powerful punches, the [strange] thing exploded into a spray of water and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a small piece of crystal-clear skull fragment in place.

Wang Yuan did not stop, he stood up and slapped the "Corpse Book" on the altar with all his strength.

The faint chanting in the ears suddenly stopped, and the burnt "Corpse Book" twisted into a piece of clean leather as white as a girl's skin.

This [weird object] seemed to be easily killed by his palm filled with pure energy.

Picking up the skull with one hand and the leather with the other, two lines of text immediately emerged in Wang Yuan's heart:

"The bones weigh two to three cents."

"Guipi, it weighs one tael and one penny."

A cold smile slowly appeared on Wang Yuan's tiger-striped face. Under the dim light, it looked more like "weird" than "weird".

Then.

"No, no, no... shut up!"

In the powerless resistance of the main consciousness, the body, acting completely according to instinct, actually stuffed them into the mouth, chewed them twice, and then ate them raw.

Unexpectedly, although the origin of this thing is difficult to explain, it tastes very good!

The Gui Gu tastes like a cartilage sturgeon, and the Gui Pi tastes like fat but not greasy elbow skin, which is really unforgettable.

“It smells so good!”

Wang Yuan licked his lips subconsciously, and then realized that he had taken over his body again, and the tiger stripes on his body had quietly disappeared.

At the same time, a hot current surges up in the abdomen, replenishing Qi and blood throughout the body, making it stronger and stronger.

Staring at the fists that he had just killed [Weird], his eyes became brighter and brighter:

"The ghost king's altar seal? Small book of life and death? Kill one with three punches [weird]?"

In a world full of all kinds of monsters, monsters, and even all kinds of unexplainable [weird things], what can bring people more security than a golden finger?

Although the [Ghost King's Altar Seal] did not directly give Wang Yuan powerful power, it gave him the possibility of violently breaking the situation when facing [Strange].

Other mortals can only passively abide by the [weird] rules of the game. Life and death are up to one person, and they can even only choose between early death and late death.

But for Wang Yuan, there was a third option.

That is - kill it!

Of course, the prerequisite is that after removing the gap in supernatural power, you can really beat it.

He didn't believe that all [weird things] were the same as this ugly monster today.

After calming down, Wang Yuan sat back on the altar and began to study the "Little Book of Life and Death" seriously.

Perhaps due to the [weird] stimulus, this mysterious book that had been hidden in his body for an unknown length of time finally opened its arms to him.

After his consciousness focused on the cover, the pages of the book immediately began to turn. Turning over the title page with the statues of ghosts and gods, another piece of text appeared.

[Zhishu·Bookkeeper B: Wang Yuan

Birthplace: Daling Village, Guhuai'ao, Beimang Mountain, Luoyang County, Junzhou

Job: Preparatory tombkeeper of the Luoyang Royal Tomb on Beimang Mountain

Age: Fourteen years and three hundred and thirty-one days

Shouyuan:*****

Different phase: none

Fortune: 7, white tiger holds the momentum

(The four pillars and eight characters are the year, month, day, and hour of birth, and each is matched with the heavenly stems and earthly branches to form a total of eight characters, forming a four-pillar birth chart.

The evil spirit is born in the destiny, and the horoscope is tough, there is no one in ten!)

Luck: -6, black clouds are overwhelming, the three fires (Fu, Lu, Longevity) will be extinguished, great misfortune!

Destiny: 1. I am like a duckweed in a boat in the sea of ​​misery. The decaying trees rarely hear the sound of spring rain. Everything is not prosperous and encounters strong winds. This life is drifting and has no support.

(Note: There are very few unlucky people in the world, and it is simply a miracle that they can survive to this day)

Cultivation level: "Martial Art of War" first level "Exterior Appearance of Flesh and Bone" has achieved "Inner Strength"; has not yet entered Taoism.

Yin virtue: 752+243 (weird) + 87 (weird)】

Even though Wang Yuan had guessed the function of the "Little Book of Life and Death" in advance, his face darkened when he saw the instructions above.

'I'm so unlucky, I'm really sorry for you!'

It took him a while to regain his composure, and decided not to follow the book in general, and began to explore the meaning behind each statement.

Whether he is unlucky or not, even a blind man can tell. The key question now is how to rely on this treasure to save his own life.

Soon, Wang Yuan discovered that except Shouyuan, who was temporarily unable to see clearly.

As long as you concentrate on reading this page of records, the corresponding notes will automatically appear in your mind, and the content will be adjusted very thoughtfully according to the reading habits of the book owner.

Among them, "different phases" refers to those born with different phases.

It is said that Buddha had thirty-two and eighty kinds of good qualities. Many famous people in the past dynasties also had "unfamiliar double pupils", "arms above the knees", "eagles looking at wolves" and other natural differences.

And each different phase has a corresponding magical ability.

Obviously, Wang Yuan has nothing but handsomeness in this life.

From then on, "fate" refers to the innate horoscope pattern composed of four pillars and eight characters; "luck" refers to a person's great luck and fortune.

When times come, heaven and earth share the same strength, and the heroes are not free.

The sum of "fate" and "luck" is called destiny, which together determine the ups and downs of a person's life, as well as the fate and destiny.

For ordinary people, the birth date and horoscope are fixed after birth, and the "fate" cannot be changed, but the "luck" can promote it.

According to Wang Yuan's understanding, "fate" can be regarded as a car, and "luck" can be regarded as a road. There are good cars and bad cars, and there are broad roads and mountain trails.

Even if you drive a broken car on a broad road, you may achieve a small amount of success, but if you drive a good car on a mountain trail, you will inevitably suffer a lifetime of hardship.

Just like himself, he obviously has a good car (White Tiger is holding the momentum), but it is running on the most rugged road (-6, dark clouds are overwhelming, three fires are about to go out, big disaster).

This is naturally because the [weird] crisis has been temporarily resolved.

But as long as the patriarch Wang Yunhu and the evil sorcerer behind him are still there, subsequent troubles will surely follow, and the crisis will even get worse, until Wang Yuan is killed.

However, Wang Yuan, who has studied "Little Book of Life and Death", is no longer as helpless as he was at the beginning.

Staring at the last item in the annals, "Yin De", which is also the core ability of "Little Book of Life and Death", the smile on his face could no longer be suppressed:

"The evil virtues are revealed, the order of life and death is recorded, and the general is summoned to send Yama! That's how it is."

Stretching out his hand, he gently touched his "luck" that was "overwhelmed by dark clouds".

...

In the early morning of the second day, it started to rain lightly.

Bang!

The door of the ancestral hall, which had been closed for half the night, was violently pushed open from inside.

His clothes were stained with incense ash, his hair was messy, and there were marks on the floor tiles on his cheeks, as if Wang Yuan had stumbled out after sleeping on the ground all night.

His eyes were dull and he muttered to himself:

"Like a human, like a fish..."

"You look like a human being, you really do look like a human being, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"..."

In the eyes of others, this young man used to be just dumbfounded, but overnight he seemed to have gone completely crazy.

He just walked in the rain unconsciously, and his clothes were soaked in a short time, which was sad to see.

In a doorway next to the ancestral hall.

The patriarch Wang Yunhu picked up the blue and white porcelain tea bowl, took a sip of the freshly brewed Longjing tea, stared at Wang Yuan's back and sighed:

"Oh, what a pity for Brother Yuan."

He said it was a pity, but when he saw Wang Yuan's current appearance with his own eyes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The overall situation is decided!

If you die from a [strange] encounter, everyone will avoid you for fear of not doing so.

No matter how deep the legacy of Wang Yuan's parents and ancestors is, no one will come here to investigate the truth at the risk of provoking [Weird].

Wang Yunhu looked past Wang Yuan's miserable back and looked up at the mountainous Beiman Mountains in the rain.

‘Although when using medicinal bait, it can be either alive or dead.

But the fact that the kid didn't die directly in the ancestral hall saved me a lot of trouble. I just need to send him to the tomb of King Yili, and the rest will be up to Ge Daoye.

Thousands of acres of fertile land?

How do you short-sighted fools know that ten thousand acres of fertile land are nothing compared to that thing?

Hey, King Yili! Tomb of the Owl God! And that... can’t be said.’
Chapter completed!