Awaken A Pen At The Beginning, Do You Call This A Piece Of Trash?

Jiang Yize returned to the alleys of Jinling with the land deed, and most of the people who had to work during the day had fallen asleep.

Uncle Yao left at some point, probably to catch up with Master.

Jiang Yize sat at the door of Xiao Jiang Fayi, looking at everything in the alley.

The Iraqi decoration style that has been in disrepair for a long time makes this alley full of countless slots.

Compared with the bright and clean house with Jinyi windows, everything in this Jinling Lane seems to be outdated.

Jiang Yize closed his eyes, breathing in everything here greedily.

Now, he is the legal owner of the place.

Now, he has fulfilled his promise.

He has held the place.

There will never be a day when an excavator suddenly appears, regardless of the occupants of the house, and forcibly starts tearing down the roof.

No one will be kicked out by the landlord for not paying enough rent.

Originally, he wanted to discuss with Uncle Yao how to distribute the land deeds.

But now that Uncle Yao is gone, he can't think of any result.

A teacher for a day, a father for life.

Master's opinion is still to be listened to.

In two lifetimes, Jiang Yize doesn't think that handing over the land deeds directly to the neighbors in the neighborhood will make them happy forever.

It is not ruled out that someone, like the previous landlord, would think of the land deed when he was desperate.

If that's the case, the neighbors who have been used to exploitation will still hand over the land deeds in their hands one day.

For a reason that had to be given, to a stranger.

And whether this stranger will come with a cart and bulldoze the alley is another matter.

Jiang Yize was pacing in the alley, and suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood, and Jiang Yize found himself at the door of Uncle Gao Fugao.

Uncle Gao is not at home.

But Uncle Gao likes to be clean, and his house doesn't have such a smell on weekdays.

Jiang Yize remembered the day when he greeted Uncle Gao, that friend whose body temperature was a little abnormal.

He seemed to have such a bad smell on him.

Out of instinct, Jiang Yize called Uncle Gao.

Uncle Gao is a typical example of a small number of independent entrepreneurs.

Even if it is just selling pork, even if the price of pork is greatly affected by market fluctuations, even if the market rent is relatively expensive, Uncle Gao is more suitable.

Accompany him to analyze the current situation.

In the previous life, Jiang Yize could rely on his painting skills to survive.

But in this life, painting seems to have become a hobby of high and low.

Neither supernatural beings nor ordinary people have much interest in him.

Otherwise, Jiang Yize wouldn't need to learn how to cut hair.

Jiang Yize sighed.

In the current society, with Jiang Yize's survival experience of fighting the five scum, he is more like a former wave who was shot to death on the beach, and his experience is useless.

It would be great if he traveled back to ancient times, so that he can still be like the protagonists in various novels he has read before.

One potato, save the famine.

A bar of soap, save the market.

A pistol directly brought the world into the age of firearms in advance.

Movable type printing has promoted the progress of civilization.

and many more.

An idea suddenly appeared in Jiang Yize's mind.

It's not about opening a printing shop.

Jiang Yize remembered the most uncomfortable place in the world when he first came to this world.

In this world, paper, only the most common kind of white paper is left.

What are the rice paper and hemp paper used for painting, the porcelain blue paper used for copying scriptures, and the jade buckle paper used to wrap "paper-wrapped chicken".

In addition, there are leather paper, floral paper, etc...

Only in the story that master Wei Wuji told him, there are a few pages of yellowed rice paper.

Jiang Yize was not willing to use it.

But there is no doubt that the effect of writing on this paper will definitely be better than other carriers.

Jiang Yize was thinking about the possibility of building a paper mill, but suddenly a thicker smell of blood came over him.

Before, Jiang Yize would not have such a big reaction.

But now, after experiencing the challenge of survival, Jiang Yize knows exactly what this smell means.

The wind is no longer just an apostle of the wind, but also brings a taste.

Jiang Yize followed the smell, and before he reached the alley, Jiang Yize's heart beat quickened:

In front of him, a man covered in blood stood there, his scarlet eyes in the dark night made people feel creepy, and under his feet lay the uncle Gao whom he called back.

In the dark, Uncle Gao was walking twitching all over, with obvious signs of injury.

Oops!

Jiang Yize immediately realized something was wrong.

Furinkazan!

Block word tactics!

In five seconds, Jiang Yize's five character formulas were all activated.

Jiang Yize picked up a stone and threw it over. The stone was not big.

But the mountain tactic made it sharp, and the wind tactic allowed him to speed up.

An ordinary person cannot stand this blow.

There was a snort.

The stone passes through the opponent's body.

Jiang Yize breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the opponent is not a particularly powerful supernatural user, even if it is an f-level supernatural person, it is impossible for his body to be penetrated so easily.

This is also why, when Jiang Yize shuttles through the mountains and forests, he rarely flies flowers and picks leaves, and uses a lancet as an attack method.

This method is completely scratching the itch for the supernatural beings.

Since the other party is not a supernatural being, then Jiang Yize has to talk about it.

Jiang Yize sprinted, and Feng Zijue quickly spun under his feet.

The air exploded like a sonic boom, and many windows in the alley were shaken and buzzed.

Jiang Yize hit the opponent in the stomach with a punch, and the Huozijue invaded.

Jiang Yize could clearly feel the other person's body temperature rising.

When the opponent is hit, it feels sticky again.

But the other party didn't fly out backwards, but stood still.

Those scarlet eyes stared at Jiang Yize:

"It's you?"

Before Jiang Yize could reply, he was suddenly taken aback.

The arm he hit the opponent seemed to have been bitten by something.

Jiang Yize hastily pulled out his arm from the opponent's abdomen.

Not far away, Jiang Yize observed his right hand.

At this time, his right hand was covered with a stream of dark brown dirty blood.

The dirty blood seemed to be alive, moving involuntarily.

Jiang Yize did not hesitate.

Aggression like fire!

The high temperature of Huo Zi Jue was burning on Jiang Yize's right hand.

Soon, the dirty blood quickly fell off due to the temperature, Jiang Yize looked at his arm.

On the arm, densely packed small holes resembling the eyes of needles appeared.

What a weird ability!

Jiang Yize's scalp was numb.

The opponent is not weak, on the contrary, he is more like looking forward to Jiang Yize's approach.

Tonight is cloudy, the stars in the moon sky are blocked by clouds.

And Jiang Yize finally saw the other person's face clearly, it was the one who appeared with Uncle Gao before.

It seems to be called Li Rong?

The hole in Li Rong's abdomen was slowly shrinking, and a scarlet slender black tube pierced into the body of Gao Fu who was lying on the ground.

Gao Fu trembled visibly, then came to his senses, when he saw Jiang Yize in front of him, he was weak and shouted with all his strength:

"Xiao Jiang! Run!"