Chapter 332 A Chinese Ghost Story
Chapter 332 A Chinese Ghost Story
"As expected, when people have a certain social status, it becomes easy to do good things. If they don't do good things, it's just because they don't want to do them."
Tan Wenjie watched his merit points quickly increase back to 100 points.
He had just distributed porridge to people and allowed doctors to see patients and prescribe medicine for free, and he received a lot of praise.
At this time, he also had happy troubles.
Two [Secret Realms] appeared, one of which was the "School Tomb", the secret realm level was lv5, and it was % certain that it was a fish bombing game.
The second one is "A Chinese Ghost Story".
There is no need to choose at all. When the level 10 copy has not been unlocked yet, enter the lv9 copy first.
"I don't know which version of A Chinese Ghost Story this is."
Whether it is Lao Wang's version or Ji Qianqian's version, both are classics and it is difficult to choose between them.
[A Chinese Ghost Story, Vitality Consumption: 30]
[Current Vitality: 30/38]
[Please select the secret realm mode: role-playing (reincarnation possible)/free exploration (currently unselectable)]
[Reverse Yin and Yang, subdue demons and monsters: destroy the Black Mountain Old Demon, reward: 8000 magic money, 50 experience]
The difficulty depends on the reward.
Tan Wenjie's attention was focused on "role playing", but when it came to reincarnation, the only thing that made him think of it was the wheel of merit.
In conclusion, no wonder merit is a good thing.
Choose "Reincarnation", in addition to the "random" identity, a new identity option will suddenly appear before your eyes.
【Orion】
When Tan Wenjie wanted to choose reincarnation again, he found that his 100 merits had been consumed and he could only wait to recover them slowly by doing good deeds.
Choose a random identity, or a hunter?
……
[Born in troubled times, with years of famine, you have been dependent on your old mother since childhood. Fortunately, you are strong and have hunting skills, so you can hunt some small animals to fill your stomach.]
[After your mother passed away, you were left alone in this world without any worries. You were thinking about whether to stay in the village or go out and try your luck.]
When Tan Wenjie opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in a shabby thatched hut with nothing in it.
He looked down at his attire, animal skin clothes, with a hatchet, a bow, and a skinning knife at hand.
[You are a hunter who makes a living by hunting in the mountains and forests. You have a strong body, life +5, physical strength +5]
It turns out there is such a benefit.
He will get angry with anyone who doesn't let him be a hunter.
Tan Wenjie stood up and wanted to clean up, but found that there was no flour in the flour jar and no rice in the rice jar. The property in the house was cleaner than his pocket.
As soon as he touched the clothes on his body, he felt relieved.
It turns out that I don’t have a pocket.
There is no rush to kill the Black Mountain Demon. You must find a helper to fight with you. It is very irrational to fight the BOSS alone.
After trying to pray to the gods but getting no response, he became more determined. Without someone to support him, it would be difficult for him to display his abilities.
After leaving home, Tan Wenjie decided to go hunting to earn some money. As a simple man, he would definitely not commit robbery. By the way, while pretending to sell animal meat, he pretended to be casual and asked where Lanruo Temple was.
This is called professionalism, always hiding yourself in the second layer!
But soon Tan Wenjie had a headache. Not to mention wild boars or rabbits, he didn't even see a single mouse.
"Don't let me see any beast hair!"
I looked up at the sky and saw a dark cloud quickly approaching my head.
He trotted for a while and found a thatched hut in front of him. He immediately rushed in to shelter from the rain.
Wow!
There was a hole in the sky as if cut by a knife, and heavy rain poured down on my head.
It was dusty one moment, now it's muddy.
A scholar carrying a book box walked over slowly, and when he saw Tan Wenjie, he politely bowed to him. Perhaps because Tan Wenjie was wearing animal skin clothes, the scholar was a little afraid of him and gave up most of the distance from him in the straw hut.
"Going to Beijing to take the exam?" asked Tan Wenjie.
The other party shook his head and replied, "Mr. Accountant."
"We are all intellectuals." Tan Wenjie pointed at himself, "I am going to Beijing to take the imperial examination."
The other party said cautiously: "But... the Autumn Examination ended not long ago."
“I’m preparing for next year.”
This guy can't chat!
Tan Wenjie pointed at his clothes and said, "Don't get me wrong, I am really a scholar, but I am worried that people will think I am a pushover when I am out in the world, so I dress like this."
"I believe you." The scholar nodded repeatedly.
He had a knife, a bow, and animal skins, short hair, and strong arms that were completely different from those of a scholar. No matter what he claimed to be, the scholar would nod and believe him.
He is just a little weak, not really stupid. It hurts a lot when he is hit by a fist. It is said in martial arts circles that scholars are the best at fighting and will not be held accountable later.
"Is it okay?" Tan Wenjie suddenly asked.
"what?"
"Your bookcase."
Tan Wenjie pointed at the heavy rain pouring down from the eaves of the thatched hut.
"It's broken! My account book!"
The scholar hurriedly brought in the flooded bookcase, and tilted it over so that a lot of water poured out.
He opened the bookcase and checked: "Fortunately, the words are still legible!"
After the experience just now, the two of them immediately became close.
"My name is Ning Caichen. May I ask what your name is?"
"Tan Wenjie."
“Brother Tan!”
"Achen." The two were just about to show mutual respect like scholars when suddenly a group of knife-wielding thugs rushed over from a distance.
"Brother Tan, this, this, this."
"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with us."
Tan Wenjie didn't care at all. They were a group of gangsters with only mediocre kung fu and walked with unsteady steps, which were not worth mentioning.
But his expression soon became solemn, because a man with masculine energy as strong as the sun, walking steadily towards him, carrying a sword.
"Kill!"
"Go on!"
Without any unnecessary words, the gangsters rushed towards the swordsman and fell to the ground at the speed of light.
The ground was covered with broken bodies.
The means are brutal.
Tan Wenjie looked at the person who came carefully.
A top master, his strength is not inferior to Tan Wenjie. In terms of martial arts alone, he is far superior to himself.
Mentioning his overall strength is a bit bullying. His thunder magic is most effective against people with weapons, and he can kill them with one strike.
The swordsman came in to avoid the rain, and Ning Caichen subconsciously wanted to walk out with the book box, but Tan Wenjie shook his head gently. He didn't say anything to pretend to be a master, so we just need to shout "The hero is awesome". If we run away now, we might be mistaken for an accomplice and be chopped to pieces.
"Hero!" Tan Wenjie suddenly said, "But the legendary..."
Ning Caichen, who was standing by, was sweating on his forehead.
Don't talk to him actively, he is a murderer who kills without blinking an eye.
He wanted to run but felt that it was not loyal enough. Or maybe it was because the remaining strength in his legs was shaking. Ning Caichen lowered his head and thought about whether he should help Tan Wenjie build a tomb later. After all, they could get to know each other.
There was no further news about Tan Wenjie.
"Xiahou!" The swordsman couldn't help but reveal the answer, "Have you heard of my story?"
"It's you, Xiahou!" Tan Wenjie nodded heavily. "Your sword is full of stories. When I saw you, I thought of Xiahou, the swordsman who hates evil and hates evil. That's why I blurted out your name."
Ning Caichen looked at the two people who suddenly became friendly.
You didn't even blurt it out, someone told you it on their own initiative!
Xiahou looked at Tan Wenjie. Ordinary people would only see that Tan Wenjie had a strong body, and then accidentally take a few more glances at his handsome face, but as a peerless master, Xiahou saw more.
The hunter in front of him has an upright posture, excellent qi-cultivation skills, a stable lower body and strong upper limbs.
But there are no calluses on his hands, and his skin is so delicate and tender that he doesn't look like a martial artist, nor a hunter, nor a scholar.
To sum up, weirdo.
Xiahou Jianke has seen all kinds of weirdos in his travels, but it would be different if this weirdo could say his own name fluently.
In his eyes, Tan Wenjie's monster is not an ordinary monster, but a likable monster.
The rain stopped.
Xiahou stood up and said: "The road ahead is long, we will meet again later."
"Goodbye." Tan Wenjie waved his hand.
Although Xiahou is very powerful, Tan Wenjie came to this world to learn some more powerful spells, such as learning from Yan Chixia, or going to Kunlun Mountain to find someone to learn from. Forget about martial arts. He does not restrict his diet but does not like to endure hardships.
"Brother Tan, I have to go to Guobei County to collect debts. We have to say goodbye now."
"Just on my way!" Tan Wenjie stood up and said, "Don't be so formal, Chen. You can call me Brother Jie."
"Haha." Ning Caichen did not answer immediately.
Tan Wenjie's face looked tender and full of collagen, he was at most 20 years old. He was at least five or six years older than him, so he couldn't call him Brother Jie.
This place is still a long way from Guobei County.
There is a forest ahead.
Tan Wenjie: "Achen, are you lost?"
"Brother Tan, this is the right road. I've been here before." Ning Caichen found a stone and sat down.
It was already noon and his legs were a little tired from walking.
Ning Caichen took out a stone from his arms and took a bite.
"Ouch!"
Look carefully, it’s steamed bun.
"Hiss." Tan Wenjie felt his teeth ache as he watched, "Did you add too much alkali?"
"The dry food has been stored for too long."
"I went hunting and I'll treat you to some meat." Tan Wenjie casually took off the bow from his back.
I don’t know how far this place is from Lanruo Temple. Perhaps the two young handsome men, Ning Caichen and I, have already caught the attention of the tree demon.
When he heard that there was meat to eat, Ning Caichen swallowed his saliva wildly.
"Brother Tan, there's a bird!"
"The prey is too small. I'm not interested."
A little while later.
Tan Wenjie himself was getting impatient.
A shadow emerged from a tree hole in the woods ahead. Tan Wenjie quickly drew his bow, aimed, and let go.
With a whoosh, the arrow passed by accurately.
"Brother Tan, what prey did you just shoot?"
"Squirrel, if I had known, I would not have let the bird go." Tan Wenjie said regretfully, "Let's go. Although I can't treat you to meat, I can accompany you to collect the debt, and then you can treat me to meat."
Ning Caichen: “…”
Suddenly I don't want to eat meat anymore.
I just hope Tan Wenjie doesn’t eat too much.
(End of this chapter)