Urban God-level Selection System

"Then you unlock it."

Zhang Wanlin said proudly, "Help me practice the magic techniques of gods and demons."

Wouldn't the universe be invincible?

Huandie said: "But this is not so simple that you can learn it immediately after unlocking it."

"You also need to enter the God or Demon Orb to enter the trial of the God and Demon! Trial is practice. Once the trial is successful, you will get the God and Demon technique!"

"One second to enter here is the year inside! No one has ever come out, so it is very dangerous."

Huandie looked at him, "Strong is also accompanied by danger, so, do you still think about it?"

"How many people have entered?"

"If you count, a hundred people!"

"Isn't it out?"

"Ok."

"What if it hasn't come out all the time?"

"Be locked inside forever and become part of the magic technique of gods and demons."

"That's it."

Zhang Wanlin smiled, full of self-belief: "Well, just open it, I will go in for spiritual practice!"

"Do you really want to do this?"

Huandie asked solemnly.

"of course!"

The phantom butterfly moved his skill and floated the Snake Demon Orb in front of her eyes, and the strange power flooded the periphery of the God Orb, surging and colliding.

Zhang Wanlin seemed to see a door slowly opening.

"Do you want to go in?"

A heavy voice floated in his ears.

"Yes."

The next moment, Zhang Wanlin entered the bead, and only Phantom Butterfly remained in the entire room.

Huandie stroked the beads affectionately, "Zhang Wanlin, I wish you good luck!"

She only needs to wait an hour to know the result.

Zhang Wanlin seemed to have traveled through an alien space, time slipped behind him one after another, and a bigger black hole was waiting for him in front of him.

The moment he entered the black hole, all his consciousness was gone, just like a remnant soul floating in the vast universe.

Opening his eyes again, Zhang Wanlin was lying on a shabby bed.

He became a fifteen or six year old child, and the world is still called Zhang Wanlin.

Judging from the level of tatters in the room and the clothes on the body, this family is not rich.

In his mind, his family was surrounded by walls, because he was too poor and his mother also ran away.

The family burden of the whole family is borne by his father, but he still allows him to go to school, walking dozens of kilometers away from the school.

It's morning, it's time for the rooster to crow, and it's usually time to set off.

Zhang Wanlin doesn't have any abilities now, only the memories he retains.

I don't know what the trial of the gods and demons is, but you can always find out if you take one step at a time.

"Zhang Wanlin, get up!!"

Father cried early, Zhang Wanlin's schooling also means the beginning of her work.

From cutting wood to carrying water, and so on.

Zhang Wanlin got up, brought a pack of dry food, and set off under the moonlight.

Because of the flashlight, I can only walk in the dark.

When he reached the entrance of the village, Zhang Wanlin seemed to hear something indistinctly, like a woman's yelling.

Does a person need to ask for help?

He will not let go of any task that may discover the trial of the gods and demons.

When even following the voice in the past.

The source of the sound is a small bungalow, and the faint candlelight is transmitted through the half-open window.

There must be a ghost in this house this early! ! Zhang Wanlin approached quietly, trying not to make any noise.

If it is a robber, he will call other villagers over as soon as possible.

If it were to kidnap the Liang Family's women, he would definitely act for the heavens.

In my memory, this room was really occupied by a single woman, but a widow.

Widow Zhang moved here three years ago, she is completely helpless.

Without farming, she didn't know what she was relying on to survive.

Zhang Wanlin slowly opened the window, then opened the curtains, and he saw the scene in front of him.

I saw a woman and a middle-aged man on the messy bed under the dim candlelight.

"Don't worry, no one will know it early in the morning."

"Are you worried about that old Zhang's little son?

Don't worry, you're dumb, how can you see it, right? "

Zhang Wanlin knew this person. Isn't this the village chief of Murakami? He is usually upright, an upright gentleman. He didn't expect that he was just a despicable villain behind his back.

He also knows why Widow Zhang can survive without any money. There is no village chief.

A gust of wind blew the candle from side to side, and the light in the room flickered.

"This **** wind closed the window when it came!"

The village chief cursed, and accidentally saw a figure by the window.

This almost shocked him, who will be this early?

When were you here?

"who is it!?"

He ran over, opened the window and opened it, but in the darkness, where can I see people.

"Come on, let him run away!"

"a?"

Widow Zhang put on a dress and asked worriedly.

What they fear most is to be known by others and then spread throughout the village.

The most taboo thing in the countryside is this kind of thing, not to mention the fact that the village chief’s wife knows it.

"Who else has appeared this early? Mostly the kid from the old Zhang family!!"

The village head patted the window frame angrily, "Grass, it's strange to see him if I don't clean him after school at night!!"

Widow Zhang held the village head's hand, "Village head, don't make too much effort, he is still a child!"

"child!?

Humph! "

The village head, who was angry, pushed Widow Zhang back on the bed.

The window was closed this time.

It's so risky, I was almost spotted by that person! Zhang Wanlin was walking on the way to school. With his current strength, he was as thin as a wood, and he was naturally choosy to deal with the village chief.

If he can be threatened by the village chief and ask for more money, it would be a good idea.

Anyway, his family is really too poor now.

The road to school has to go over several mountains, and finally down to the straight road, which still takes an hour.

When Zhang Wanlin arrived, it was later than usual, and it had been a long time since the first class in the morning.

The teacher was lecturing on stage, and saw him standing at the door, exclaiming: "Student Zhang Wanlin, have you noticed the time?

Why are you here now! ? "

The teacher picked up the stick and walked over.

The head teacher is famous for beating students in the class, and many students were beaten badly.

Seeing this posture, the students knew that Zhang Wanlin was going to be beaten again.

"This time I am afraid it will be more powerful than last time."

"Well, the teacher is still in a bad mood today, I'm worried that I can't find someone to vent."

"Hey, I can't bear to watch it."

The head teacher stood in front of Zhang Wanlin, "I am bold now, right?"

He flicked a stick and drew it on Zhang Wanlin's head.

bump! ! Hit the wall.

Zhang Wanlin flashed aside.