Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven: The Magic Pattern Originating From Pain(1/2)
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Wu Mingkong, male, time traveler, eighteen years old, unmarried.
As the ninth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, as a time traveler with a fetal level, he was a little sorry for his name in a low-key manner, which was the sun and the moon.
Why is he so low-key? It’s not because the gold finger progress bar in his mind has not been full, and the gold finger has not arrived yet.
As an ordinary person, he travels through time and is reborn in the royal family, so what should he do in the first step?
The answer is Gou.
Especially when the golden finger has not arrived, it should not be popular. What can be said at the age of one or two, and what is written by Wu Mingkong is not the material of Wu Mingkong.
What would happen if an ordinary person was involved in a palace struggle?
Wu Mingkong didn't know that he had been here for the past eighteen years, neither fighting nor robbing, mainly because the golden finger in his mind had not yet arrived.
So he went out to open the mansion early to live alone. The emperor didn't care about the cheapness. The first eight princes had already opened the mansion. It didn't matter if Wu Mingkong had not reached the crown. If Wu Mingkong had not applied this time, the emperor would probably have forgotten that he had such a son.
On the day of opening the mansion, there was no one coming, except for the clan mansion to register and send servants.
Wu Mingkong was also happy, especially when the monthly salary given by the clan mansion was enough for him to eat, drink and have fun. In fact, this is also reasonable. Although he is just a prince who is not on the verge of being a prince, he is still the legitimate son of the royal family, not a concubine. Naturally, he cannot lose weight and lose face to the royal family.
But today is different, the gold finger progress bar in his mind is about to be 100%.
Although I don’t know what type of gold finger this is, the time traveler with gold fingers and without gold fingers is not treated the same way.
So today I was hiding alone in my dormitory and told the servants not to disturb him.
[Wanwei copy system has been started and is loading...]
[Thank you: The true emperor of all things and stars, the king who shines through the white light, the master of the Peach Blossom Land, the snake of the time...]
Wu Mingkong waited for a while and found that the loading was a bit slow. The golden finger would not be loaded for him for another eighteen years, which is a bit of a scam.
Looking at the three little dots behind Xie Xie, thinking that the current situation is still idle, otherwise I would click to see it, and then I thought about it. I immediately pulled out a large part of the thanks below. This made Wu Mingkong look at the black line at the end of the search: "This golden finger is still produced by a joint product???"
[Thank you for the viewing, the Wanwei copy system has been loaded]
"???" Wu Mingkong was even more terrified. These big guys were too shameless. He had to finish reading the thanks. If he didn't look at the thanks just now, would this golden finger have to be stuck in it again?
【Please enter a nickname...】
"Zhu." Wu Mingkong spitted out this word without hesitation. The sun and the moon are in the sky, so he naturally wants to shine the world. Regardless of whether he can do it or not, he will improve his style first.
【After creating a nickname, give a gift package for beginners】
[The introduction of the Wanwei dungeon system has been completed, please explore the rest by yourself]
"Although I was amazed by the name of your Golden Finger, it does not mean that I am satisfied with your novice guidance. Is there a complaint channel? If it really doesn't work, it's okay to suggest the channel." Wu Mingkong felt that this thing was a bit irresponsible, and he did all the Golden Finger, why not make the novice guidance together?
Well, Wu Mingkong's sutra did not receive a response from the Wanwei dungeon system, and it seems that there is really no sound.
He saw that the progress bar in his mind had disappeared and turned into a panel.
Character: Zhao
Skill: None
Item: Newbie gift bag
Copy: Not activated
"No, it's fine if you have a simple panel. Why does the gift package for novices have a golden light? You think it's a krypton gold web game that has won 1,688 yuan in yuanbao."
Wu Mingkong used his consciousness to click on the novice gift package, and found that there was no movement. Then he clicked it again, but there was still no movement.
"How do you open this newbie gift bag?"
Then Wu Mingkong tried to double-click, yes, it was opened.
Wu Mingkong looked closely and saw that 1 copy point was used as the copy keyword to open the copy, and there was also an optional type of random skill scroll.
Double-click the 1 copy point directly, and the inactivation behind the copy on the panel disappears, turning into a golden selection copy.
"Can you not flash golden light? Change to a better-looking guy, such as pink, or a tough guy." Wu Mingkong's complaints did not receive a response from the Wanwei dungeon system, but still flashed golden light.
"Learn skills first, learn skills first." Wu Mingkong double-clicked the optional type random skill scroll.
【Please select the skill type】
This has stumped Wu Mingkong, a severely ill patient with difficulty in choosing. In fact, he wanted everything, but judging from the current situation, it would be unrealistic.
"Summoning Type."
After careful consideration, Wu Mingkong chose a summoning skill. For nothing else, he entered the dungeon with his small body, probably he couldn't stand the trick of those little monsters.
As for the copy system, there must be some monsters.
[The player has obtained the skill: Contract Summon-Superdog]
Contract Summoning - Sophora: Summon an adult sophora to assist you in fighting. Unless the summoning is cancelled or the sophora dies, the player cannot summon a second sophora. (Please note that during the battle, the player is responsible for the sophora's food, clothing, housing and transportation.)
Yin Changsheng pulled white rice, and a small plate of white meat and boiled cabbage were placed on the old wooden table, looking at the dark night outside the window and the black iron coffin in the middle of the house.
As a time traveler, he failed very much, had no achievements, and was simply an ordinary person who was stumbled.
In this world where populations rely on refreshment rather than childbirth, he has no special skills, except for his strong life and good luck.
A person who is not strong and has bad luck will not be as big as his life with such a very high mortality rate. He has long been backfired by the weirdness in his body.
From birth, a strange thing will arise in everyone's body. Every year on the birthday, this strange thing will revive. After you survive, you can live for another year. If you can't survive, then there will be no you in the world, only strange thing.
Therefore, here, the birth date is also called the life sacrifice. If you don’t die, it is life, and if you die, no one will sacrifice.
At the beginning, Yin Changsheng was still full of confidence. He relied on his identity as a time traveler and wanted to analyze the strangeness and embark on the road of prosperity. Facts proved that this illusion quickly disappeared, which was something that could not be understood.
Sometimes Yin Changsheng wonders, will the people in this world be just a strange piece of clothing?
A conscious dress.
Some clothes are tougher, while others are poorer.
Yin Changsheng thought he might be the tougher one, so he lived to this day.
"There is still a quarter of an hour, haha." Although Yin Changsheng had experienced eighteen times, he was still panicked. No one knew whether he could survive this life sacrifice. He didn't want to die, even if he lived in this strange world all over the ground, he didn't want to die.
After a person dies, strangely crawls out of his body and wanders around the world.
He even thought of one thing: the reason why those strange people did not kill them might be because of the strangeness in their bodies.
He picked up the white rice and stuffed all the white meat and boiled cabbage into his mouth. To be honest, neither the white meat nor the boiled cabbage had any taste. He stopped eating it in his previous life after taking a few bites. But in this world, only every year's life festival can you eat good things.
He couldn't afford these dishes Yin Changsheng. They were given to the village. Even his slaughtered rice was a celebration of his survival.
Otherwise, I wouldn't even afford to eat white rice, so I could only eat some beans and other things to satisfy my hunger.
Because there are strange things wandering everywhere, except for humans, other living creatures or plants have extremely low survival rates. Only some can survive, ensuring daily food for humans.
After finishing his dead head meal, Yin Changsheng didn't wash the dishes, so he put it on the table. It wouldn't be too late to come out of the coffin the day after tomorrow. If he couldn't come out of the coffin, it would be meaningless whether he could wash it or not.
He pushed away the black iron coffin board and lay straight in. He even put a quilt inside and placed a pillow to ensure that he could lie more comfortably.
"The sliding coffin is still very good after eighteen years. I just don't know who the ex-command of this coffin is." Yin Changsheng covered the coffin board and fell into darkness. This coffin was not Yin Changsheng, but a neighbor who died in a strange resurrection when he refreshed eighteen years ago.
As usual, he should have entered the return lantern of life now, but Yin Changsheng did not. His life after traveling through time was very regular. He went out early and returned late to do farm work, and had a bite of food, and even had no communication between neighbors.
It’s not that he is withdrawn, but that in this environment, the neighbors have no intention of bragging about him. In addition, he has lived a long time and has changed more than ten of his neighbors, so he gradually stopped interacting.
Anyway, you will die sooner or later, so why bother to think about these things?
As for his previous life, he couldn't help but laugh. Many things have blurred over time. Whether it is relatives, friends, entertainment or work, many have disappeared in his mind, leaving only a rough outline.
"I hope my life will be stronger and my luck will be better, and I will live through this life sacrifice."
In the darkness, Yin Changsheng opened his eyes. He wanted to close his eyes, but he didn't dare, for fear that he would not be able to open his eyes again once he closed his eyes.
A world without hope, living is Yin Changsheng's goal, and he wants to live no matter what way.
In my mind, a black figure was staring at him with empty eyes.
At this moment, Yin Changsheng knew that it had passed the hour of Hai and had arrived at the hour of Zi on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Countless black mud kept gushing out from the figure's feet and spread from his mind to his body.
In an instant, black mud kept seeping out of his pores, covering his entire body, looking like a clay figure.
"Well, the family in my previous life should be Lantern Festival now."
Yin Changsheng coughed out a mouthful of black mud. He could clearly feel that his eyes were covered by black mud, and black mud flowed out of his nose. He instinctively wanted to wipe it with his hands, but his hands were pressed by the black mud so hard that they could not move.
"It seems that my life is not hard enough this time, so I can't save it."
This time, Yin Chang met the situation for the first time in 18 years. Before, he looked at the strange thing at most, and the most dangerous thing was to vomit black mud. Now, the situation is that this strange thing has revived in his body.
Yin Changsheng, who was about to die, was very calm. He knew that he was powerless to turn things around and no matter how he did, he could do nothing.
The black mud kept gushing out of his body, filling the black iron coffin with a lot of stuff, and even squeezed out of the gap and dripped into the house. The black mud was winding like a living thing.
Until the end, the black mud broke the entire black iron coffin, and a black figure stood in this house full of black mud.
Strange, revived.
To be continued...