It hurts! It hurts so much!

Han Zhao, who was sleeping soundly, felt a sharp and cold pain in his body, especially in his heart, as if he was holding an ice cube in the cold winter months.

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

What happened?

Ghost on the bed?!

sudden death?

Han Zhao vowed never to stay up late again.

Suddenly, he found that his body could move.

When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry.

‘Is it still night?’ Han Zhao reached out and groped toward the bed, looking for his phone to check the time.

When did Simmons become a wooden bed?

His whole body froze, as if someone had slapped his head hard, and some memories that did not belong to him flashed through his mind like a slide show.

Han Zhao, who has the same name as him, is sixteen years old and a native of Black Rock City, Yuanchang Prefecture, Yunzhou, Great Wei State.

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

"Huh?!" Soon, a middle-aged man with a handsome face appeared in Han Zhao's memory screen, it was Han Lin.

Han Lin returned home with a pale face, saying that he was not going to die soon, and then handed a package to his predecessor.

The package contained some silver, two booklets, and a dark bead.

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

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

The memory fragment stops here.

Han Zhao was shocked to see that there was a fatal thing on the bed.

No wonder he felt a bone-chilling coldness in his chest at first, it was because of the beads.

He supported the bed board with all his strength and struggled to sit up.

He got out of bed, went to the square 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 him is a simple wooden bed with a quilt on it. About one meter apart on the right is another wooden bed.

Behind the table is an earthen stove. He had seen it at his grandmother's house when he was a child, and he was still clamoring to add firewood to it to make a fire.

Han Zhao took a few deep breaths to calm down.

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

However, a twenty-six-year-old migrant worker turned into a sixteen-year-old boy, so it seems to be okay.

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

He looked intently, sizing up this dangerous thing.

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

[A bead containing Yin evil spirit. If ordinary people touch it, Yin energy will enter the body, which may cause illness or death. Now that the bead has absorbed enough Yang energy, the threat is not great. But it is best not to carry it with you. , prone to kidney deficiency and attracting dirty things.】

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

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

[Qiansi Yin, a relatively superficial external training method, lacks the basic plan of entering the energy. Based on your qualifications, it is not recommended to practice.]

The following sentence was completely redundant... Han Zhao felt shocked.

The exercises that Han Lin practiced were only superficial ones.

Then, he looked at the blue booklet again.

[A basic internal training method can cultivate true energy, prolong life, and strengthen the body. With your qualifications, you can practice hard for 60 years, and you are expected to achieve great success. By then, you can increase your life span by 20 years. 】

"I..." Han Zhao's chest felt tight.

wrong!

He reacted quickly.

According to my memory, there are warriors in this world who can break monuments, crack rocks, fly over eaves and walk over walls, but they all practice 'strength'.

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

Martial arts practitioners at the level of martial arts are respected as martial arts masters, and they are strong men who can open a gym and recruit disciples.

A Black Rock City, plus nearby affiliated villages and towns, earth forts, and cottages, has a population of at least 200,000 to 300,000 people, but it only has 20 to 30 martial arts masters.

When you reach this level, you either continue to practice hard and seek breakthroughs, or you start enjoying life, so you basically won't take action.

The quasi-martial arts masters in the blood training realm are the strongest combat forces that the major forces usually dispatch.

Han Lin is a quasi-martial arts master. He is a well-known and powerful man in the entire Black Rock City area, known as the 'Thousand Silk Hands'.

But the 'Qiansi Yin' practiced by Han Lin is also an external training method, and there is no internal training method to cultivate 'true energy'.

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

When his eyes subconsciously shifted to the silver coins and banknotes, the small prompt appeared again.

[Silver, treasure banknotes of the Wei Dynasty, the common currency of the Wei Dynasty. Money is not omnipotent, nothing can be done without money. Only by spending krypton gold can you become stronger. 】

‘What a good father!’ Han Zhao said with emotion.

Han Lin hurried back, obviously to give away the exercises and beads.

The predecessor was frail and sick since he was a child and was not suitable for martial arts training. On the contrary, his eldest brother Han Cheng had excellent qualifications and went out to work early.

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

Otherwise, how could Han Lin, a quasi-martial arts master and second-in-command of the escort bureau, live in an outer city near a slum with only a few walls.

It took nearly ten years for the base bones of the predecessor to reach an inferior level.

Because he has not reached the level of skin training within one year of practicing martial arts, which will greatly increase the difficulty of breakthroughs in the future, Han Zhao has not studied martial arts. Instead, he has been studying behind closed doors at home all day long.

Han Lin's idea was to at least raise Han Zhao's basic qualifications to the lower-middle level and then let him practice martial arts.

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

His qualifications are so poor and his only backer has problems again. Life will be difficult from now on.

He turned his attention to each item in the room, and prompt messages appeared one by one.

【Table】, 【Stove】, 【Water Tank】......

[A young man with low qualifications and an "ordinary" appearance may have a better chance of making more money by eating soft food than by practicing martial arts. 】

In the bronze mirror, the young man had a sad face.

This reminder may be useful to liven up the atmosphere, but it doesn't seem to be of much use.

Could he become a treasure appraiser?

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

He lives in Xinqiaofang in the outer city, and Heilinfang not far away is the slum of Black Rock City. I heard that the people in it are willing to work hard for a few copper coins and a few steamed buns. They are found in blind corners of alleys and smelly ditches.

Corpses are nothing new either.

Neighboring gangs and small gangs often fight over territory, and deaths are common.

In such a place where human life is regarded as nothing, if you don't practice martial arts, you are waiting to die.

Thinking of this, Han Zhao held a glimmer of hope and thought silently in his heart:

"system?!"

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

Name: Han Zhao

Attribute points: none

Entry: None

Martial Arts: None

"What a system?!"

More text appears.

[Collect 10 reminder fragments, do you want to synthesize the entry? 】

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

Han Zhao didn't react when he saw the prompt message just now. Now when he saw the property panel and the prompt message of the synthesized entry, he finally remembered.
To be continued...