Reincarnation Master

　　Life cannot be repeated.

　　 But after death, there may not be a next life!

　　 Fangxian knows this very well, because he himself is a ‘traverser’.

　　 Since the death of the last life, he came to this world.

　　 Early in the morning, the alarm clock sounds regularly.

Fang Xian got up, washed, looked at some pale faces in the mirror and the eyes with slightly dark circles and bags under the eyes. He couldn't help but smiled bitterly, and muttered to himself: "Who said that there must be golden fingers for crossing, and it can be developed? of?"

　　 He used his career to travel more than 20 years to prove that the salted fish crossing is still a salted fish!

　　 This is a technologically advanced world that can even navigate the interstellar world. I don’t know how much civilization is beyond the previous life.

　　 Therefore, what is necessary to travel through ancient times, projects such as local fertilizer and steelmaking can be shot directly-nonsense!

　　Because the historical development is completely different, there is no hope that the urban economy that wants to follow the general trend to reap the benefits has no hope-bad review!

　　 As for carrying civilized classics?

　　 Ha ha... Fang Xian was so sad that he couldn't even write the first chapter of the four masterpieces! But if you just keep in mind the plot summary, there is no such good writing to perfectly interpret it.

　　 Needless to say, the spiritual food of this interstellar civilization world is almost in the car. There are countless masters and masters. It is a delusion to become famous in one fell swoop!

　　 The most important thing is that Fang Xian found that there was a problem with his mentality. In summary, salted fish is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that his heart has also become salted.

　　 "Living in the lower class for the rest of your life, let's live in the lower class. Anyway, you can earn one more day... the plain is true, and it is good for you to steal a life..."

　　 After hypnotizing himself in Ah-Q style, Fang Xian smoothly accepted the fact that his family had failed in life, and hurriedly confused his stomach and opened the door.

　　 The place where he is located is a two-storey concrete building. The second floor is inhabited and the first floor is a facade. The slightly dated signboard is printed with the five dim characters of ‘Fang Ji Pawn Shop’.

　　 This is where Fangxian’s greatest asset and daily income lies.

"It's a pity... Under the premise of owning a large number of undeveloped planets, real estate is not very valuable... Well, what do I want so much for? Every day I work hard to earn money, hurry up on blind dates, marry a not so good-looking but decent wife, and have a few My child, the whole life will pass..."

　　 Fangxian looked at the hall of Menkeluoque and made a pot of tea for himself, which didn't matter.

　　His **** shop is like this. There is basically no business. He can't eat and starve every day.

　　 "It seems that there is no business today, or if I close the door and go online, I still have a mission in "Old Legend"..."

The world is technologically advanced, 100% virtual reality games have already appeared, giving people an immersive experience, creating countless people who are addicted in the civilian area, and even completely unable to distinguish between virtual and reality, directly marrying in the game, planning to live a lifetime The net worms are by no means uncommon.

　　 Fangxian did not indulge in this, but he inevitably lives on spiritual food.

　　 "Hey...maybe this is what the elites mean, in order to relieve pressure and contradictions, use virtual games to numb the inferior people like us, alas...social class, civilization development..."

　　 He whispered, and then smiled bitterly: "What if I can see clearly? I'm just a small person, I don't have the power, and I don't have the mood, I love it..."

　　 Fangxian drank the chewing tea very "mournfully", and was about to close the door to play a game. Suddenly, a figure flashed at the door and a tall, thin middle-aged man walked in.

　　 He is about 30 or 40 years old, his hair is messy like a chicken coop, his cheeks are sunken, and his eyes are bloodshot.

　　 ‘How long has it been in the game...’

　　 Fangxian secretly slandered himself, but there was a gentle smile on his face: "This guest, are you pawning or redeeming?"

　　 "Pawn!"

　　 The middle-aged man threw a small black cloth bag on the table. After opening it, it was a simple paper book.

　　 "Yo... antique..."

　　 Fangxian was overjoyed.

In this era, the way of storing data has long become various electronic media. This kind of paper book is really rare, and the upper-class community seems to have a retro wave recently. This kind of ancient book can be decorated and sent to large auction houses. , Get a good price.

　　The antique business was originally not opened for three years, and opened for three years.

　　 His face remained unchanged, put on his gloves, and began to check carefully.

　　The book case appeared dark black, and the text on it was unknown to Fangxian.

After 　　 was opened, the paper inside was also a bit strange. It was light yellow in color and thicker. It felt indescribable to the touch even with gloves.

　　‘Parchment? There are only seven pages, thinner than expected... just this text, isn't it an alien text? ’

　　 There are too many languages ​​developed on a planet, but Fang Xian can confirm that this should not be a language on this planet.

　　 He frowned, and asked: "It is difficult to decipher, and there is no way to confirm the content, origin, rare or original... The price is just... I don't know if the customer wants to live or die?"

　　 "Death, I will never see it again..."

　　 The middle-aged man's lips trembled, and his eyes seemed to be extremely frightened.

　　‘Isn’t it a thief? ’

　　 Fangxian was shocked, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, relying on a three-inch tongue, he began to squeeze the price severely, and finally took the ancient book into his bag at a very cost-effective price.

　　‘I made it, I made it today! ’

　　 sent away the middle-aged man, Fang Xian stopped doing business, closed the door directly with a hint of excitement, and carefully studied the treasure he received.

　　 "Well...I can't find out even on the Internet, it seems it's just a small text..."

　　 Looking at countless black earthworm-like texts, Fang Xian suddenly felt dizzy at UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

　　 The distorted font, the inexplicable color, as if there was life, slowly began to creep.

　　 "Interesting..."

　　 Fangxian knows that there is a pattern of "peripheral drifting illusion" on the Internet, which is clearly still, but it allows people to see the dynamic effect.

　　 The text of this book seems to have some meaning in this respect.

　　 He took off his gloves and touched the book, the unspeakable feeling intensified.

　　 Fangxian's thinking began to fly unconsciously, thinking about the origin of this ancient book.

　　 Hiss... Hiss...

　　 There was a noise in his ears, and scenes of illusions appeared before his eyes.

　　 It was a trembling palm, and its owner looked crazy, and was copying something from a huge book.

　　 Around the huge book, there is an altar filled with blood and internal organs, full of a kind of horror.

　　 As soon as the picture turned, this transcript began to circulate in the hands of different people, bringing terrible bad luck to them.

　　 Finally, it was pawned by the previous owner and fell into his own hands.

"This is... an illusion? I play a lot of games, and I can’t distinguish between virtual and reality, no? I don’t want to go to a mental hospital...Is there still this book, a book of doom? Maybe it’s a good gimmick, but I Why do you think it is a transcript?"

Fang Xian was panting, his expression constantly changing: "Let’s give it a name... "The Inexplicable Book"? "The Secret Scriptures of the Profound Land"? No, no, it should be called "The Transcript of the Mysterious Caverns", eh? "

　　 He looked at the cover of the black book, his expression suddenly stagnated.

　　 I saw the original distorted font like an earthworm, constantly squirming and combining in his eyes, becoming understandable, forming the six characters of "Dong Xuan Secret Records"...