It hurts! It hurts so much!

Han Zhao was sleeping and felt a biting pain coming from her body, especially the position of her heart, as if she was holding a lump of ice in the cold winter.

In a daze, he wanted to get up, but his body felt numb and unable to move, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

What happened?

Ghostly pressing the bed?!

sudden death?

Han Zhao vowed that he would never stay up late again.

Suddenly, he found that his body could move.

Open your eyes, and your vision is blurred.

‘Is it still evening?’ Han Zhao reached out to fumble on the bed, trying to find her phone to see the time.

When did Simmons become a wooden bed?

He froze, his head as if he had been hit hard by someone, and some memories that did not belong to him flashed through his mind like a slide show.

Han Zhao, who has the same name and surname as him, is sixteen years old this year, from Heishi City, Yuanchang Prefecture, Yunzhou, Great Wei Kingdom.

His father, Han Lin, is the second in command of the Fuyuan Escort Agency in the city. There is a eldest brother named Han Cheng. He went out when he was six years old and had no news. He has not returned yet.

"Hmm?!" Soon, a handsome middle-aged man appeared in Han Zhao's memory, Han Lin.

Han Lin returned home with a pale face and said that his life was not long before, and then handed over a package to his predecessor.

The package contained some silver, two brochures, and a pitch-black bead.

Han Lin gave a few simple instructions and left in a hurry.

When my predecessor picked up the black beads, he accidentally touched the wound left by his fingers when he cut vegetables. A large amount of cold air entered his body and died in the end.

The memory fragments stop here.

Han Zhao was shocked, there was a fatal thing on the bed.

No wonder he felt his chest was cold at first, because of the beads.

He supported the bed board hard and struggled to sit up.

He got out of bed and came to the table, touched the fire stick, and lit the oil lamp.

The dim flames immediately dispelled the darkness around his body, giving him a sense of security.

In front of me is a simple wooden bed with a quilt covered with a quilt. Around one meter away on the right is another wooden bed.

Behind the table is a earthen stove. He saw it at his grandmother's house when he was a child, and he even yelled to add firewood to it to play with it.

Han Zhao took a few deep breaths to calm down.

Why did you stay up all night and travel through time?

However, the 26-year-old worker turned into a 16-year-old boy, and it seemed that it was OK.

Han Zhao picked up the oil lamp and walked towards the bed. He saw an open package next to the cloth quilt, and a pitch-black bead was lying inside.

He looked at this dangerous thing in a close eye.

At this moment, a light blue box appeared in his sight, with a line of small words:

[A bead containing the yin evil energy, touched by ordinary people will cause the yin energy to enter the body. At the mildest, it will cause disease, and at the worst, it will die. Now the bead has absorbed enough yang energy, which is not a big threat. However, it is best not to carry it with you, as it is prone to kidney deficiency and cause dirt.]

"This is..." Han Zhao was stunned.

He turned his attention to the white booklet, with the cover of the three small words "Qiansi Yin".

[Qiansi Yin, a relatively shallow external practice method, lacks the fundamental picture of entering the energy. With your qualifications, it is not recommended to practice.]

The sentence that followed was completely redundant... Han Zhao felt hit.

The skills Han Lin practiced were only superficial.

Then, he looked at the blue booklet again.

[A basic exercise in the book can cultivate true qi, prolong life and strengthen the body. With your qualifications, you will be able to practice hard for 60 years and you will be expected to achieve great success, and you can increase your life span by 20 years.]

"I tm..." Han Zhao's chest was blocked.

wrong!

He quickly reacted.

According to memory, there are warriors in this world who can open monuments and crack stones, fly over eaves and walls, but those who practice are all "forces".

Warriors are divided into four realms: skin training, bone training, blood training, and strength training.

The martial artist at the level of training power is respected as a martial artist and is a powerful man who can open a museum and accept disciples.

A Black Stone City, plus nearby affiliated villages, turrets, and cottages, has a population of at least 200,000 to 300,000, but there are only 20 or 30 martial artists on the surface.

When you reach this level, you either continue to practice hard and seek breakthroughs, or you have already started to enjoy life, so you will basically not take action.

The quasi-martial artsman at the blood training level is the strongest combat power that major forces usually use.

Han Lin is a quasi-martial artsman. He is a famous and powerful man in the entire Black Stone City area, known as the "Thousand Silk Hand".

But the "Qiansiyin" practiced by Han Lin is also an external practice method, and there is no internal practice method to cultivate "true qi".

Han Zhao couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

When his eyes subconsciously moved to the silver and silver notes, the tips appeared again.

[Silver, Baochao of Great Wei, common currency of Great Wei Kingdom. Money is not omnipotent, and you must not have money without money. Only by krypton gold can you become stronger.]

‘What a good father!’ Han Zhao sighed.

Han Lin hurried back, clearly just to give away exercises and beads.

His predecessor was weak and sick since childhood and was not suitable for martial arts. On the contrary, his elder brother Han Cheng was of excellent qualifications and went out early to explore.

When his predecessor wanted to practice martial arts, Han Lin took him various precious medicinal materials and soaked in a medicinal bath in an attempt to improve his qualifications.

Otherwise, as a quasi-martial artsman and the second in command of the escort agency, how could Han Lin live in a place near the slums in the outer city?

It took nearly ten years before the roots and bones of the predecessor reached the inferior level.

Because practicing martial arts has not reached the level of skin training within a year, it will greatly increase the difficulty of breaking through in the future, so Han Zhao has never learned martial arts, but instead studied at home and closed the door all day long.

Han Lin’s idea was to at least improve Han Zhao’s roots and bone qualifications to the middle and lower level, and then let him practice martial arts.

"This qualification..." Han Zhao frowned slightly.

With such poor qualifications, the only backer has problems again, and life will be difficult in the future.

He shifted his attention to various items in the room, and prompted messages appeared one by one.

【Table】,【Stove】,【Water tank】...

[A young man with low qualifications and an ordinary appearance may be more prosperous than practicing martial arts.]

In the bronze mirror, the boy had a bitter face.

This tip note may be suitable for livening the atmosphere, but it seems to be of little use.

Can he be a treasure appraiser?

This world is quite cruel, and it is difficult to protect yourself without force.

The place he lives in Xinqiaofang in the outer city area. Heilinfang is not far away, which is the slum of Heilstone City. I heard that the people inside can work hard for a few pieces of copper plates and steamed buns. It is not new to find bodies in the dead corners of the alley and in the stinking ditch.

Nearby gangs and small gangs also often fight for territory, and death is common.

Such a place that treats human life as a mustard of grass, if you don’t practice martial arts, you will be waiting for death.

Thinking of this, Han Zhao held a glimmer of hope and silently recited in her heart:

"system?!"

The next second, a golden panel appeared in his sight.

Name: Han Zhao

Attribute point: None

Entry: None

Martial Arts: None

“It’s really a systematic one?!”

More words appear.

【Collection of 10 prompt fragments, is it possible to synthesize entries?】

"Wait! Isn't this the game I bought at Tencent?"

Han Zhao hadn't reacted when he saw the prompt message just now. Now when he saw the prompt message of the attribute panel and the synthetic entry, he finally remembered it.

He bought a game called "Life Simulator". He thought it was too difficult, so he bought another plug-in, which can add the entry function to open the cheat.
To be continued...