I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

Wang Zijia opened his eyes in a daze.

What he saw was a dim room, several square meters in size, two meters high, extremely small and cramped.

It looked like a secret room, or a secret compartment.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground in a weird posture. On the ground in front of him, there was a patch of brown blood, which was not only dried, but also a little black, which looked a bit creepy.

Wang Zijia subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth, and there was also a little dried blood scab.

It seemed that he had been sitting cross-legged in the room before, and suddenly vomited blood, fell to the ground and died.

He sat up in a daze and looked around. The room was not only small, but also empty. In addition to an open small box in front of him, there was only an empty bottle tightly held in his hand.

There was nothing else, not even a table or stool. Under his butt, he was sitting on a pile of mats.

Where is this?

"Uh... Am I not visiting the night market?"

By the way, the night market, the fire.

His thoughts returned, and the last picture that froze in his mind was that in the chaotic night market and the crowded crowd, he was killed by something falling from a burning building beside the street.

It seemed that he was an unlucky guy who jumped off the building with a bunch of property?

Uh... So he became the one who took the blame, isn't he more unlucky?

So what is the situation now, the small dark room in the underworld?

As his thoughts rolled, just when he thought of these, before he could do anything else, a sharp pain rushed into his mind.

"Hiss..."

The sharp pain like a bursting head came like a tsunami, accompanied by more than ten years of memories, a bunch of messy information, all came in one go.

Let Wang Zijia, who was already a little confused, be stunned in an instant, and subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

Wang Zijia, 16 years old, from the outer periphery of Wanyu Xianzong, Wanyu Xiancheng.

His father was originally a errand disciple of Wanyu Xianzong. Because he was too old to enter the outer sect, he was sent to Wanyu Xiancheng to work as a errand boy in the sect shop.

After decades of hard work, he bought a small courtyard in the city and gave birth to a son, named Wang Zijia, which means: I hope my son will be successful.

A few months ago, he suddenly died, and his job was taken over by his son.

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After a long time, Wang Zijia barely sorted out the information and roughly figured out his current situation.

That's right, he traveled through time!

And he traveled to a world of immortals!

According to memory, the original body's life experience was pretty good. Although he was not a second-generation immortal, he at least had a car and a house, his parents were dead, and he had an inherited iron rice bowl, a standard template for lying flat.

But······Wang Zijia looked at the empty bottle in his hand and touched the dried blood at the corner of his mouth······

According to memory, the original body died suddenly of vomiting blood in this quiet room.

In addition, his father seemed to have died suddenly and strangely. Although there was no enemy in his memory, from the perspective of a third-person traveler, the father and son were obviously targeted by someone.

As for the reason... who knows? After all, in the original owner's memory, he didn't even know how he died.

Before he died, he was comprehending the skills, but suddenly he felt severe pain all over his body, his face changed drastically, and he swallowed the only elixir left by his father. Unfortunately, it was useless, and he vomited blood and died.

After roughly sorting out the information, Wang Zijia frowned and looked at the small box in front of him.

The box was only the size of a notebook and ten centimeters high. In addition to several books, there were dozens of jades the size of copper coins, which seemed to be coins.

Because the box was open, it was also sprayed with some blood by the original body before his death. But it was only stained on the box, not on the books and jade coins.

Wang Zijia first looked at the jade coins.

According to memory, this is called Dharma money, which contains spiritual power and is the currency used by practitioners. This money is the surplus of his father's and his wages in the past few months.

One per month, no more.

Curiously, he picked up a jade copper coin, which felt as warm as jade, transparent and with a faint light inside, and seemed to be more precious than the top-grade mutton-fat white jade.

Such a good jade was made into a copper coin. If it were in the previous life, I don’t know how many people would scold it for squandering heaven’s gifts.

After looking at the jade coin for a while, Wang Zijia put it down and picked up the books in the box.

Not many, a total of only four thin books, the size of two palms, with a simple style.

"Basic Practice of Wanyu", "Introduction to Talisman Master: Talisman Paper and Talisman Card Making"

"Subliminal Shadow Skill", "Thirteen Cuts of the Wandering Dragon Short Knife"

According to memory, the first two books were his father's relics, one was a practice of immortality, and the other was a magic, which were the most precious things in this family.

The last two books were martial arts and martial arts.

It was the original owner's father who found out that the original body had no qualifications for cultivation, so that the original body could barely gain a foothold in the city and not be bullied after his death, and specially made high-level martial arts for him.

Unfortunately, the original owner had not yet cultivated anything, and his father suddenly died, and his death was unexpected.

With a little curiosity, Wang Zijia first picked up the "Wan Yu Basic Kung Fu", the so-called cultivation method, and opened it.

As Wang Zijia opened it, a faint light flashed from the words in the book. The book was not thick, with only more than a thousand words, and Wang Zijia roughly browsed it in a moment.

A magical thing happened. When he finished reading the whole book, the relevant memory in his mind disappeared quickly, and it disappeared without a trace in a moment.

Except for the name of the technique, he didn't remember anything at all.

This is not a special case, the same is true for the original owner. According to memory, this is the most intuitive manifestation of lack of cultivation qualifications.

In this world, it is difficult for those without spiritual roots to transcend the world!

Wang Zijia, who did not believe in evil, read it twice again, and then read "Introduction to the Talisman Master: Making Talisman Papers and Talisman Cards" twice. It was all like this. He forgot it after reading it, and did not retain any memory.

Frowning, he flipped through the remaining martial arts and martial arts, which was no problem. The martial arts are stealth-based, and the martial arts are dagger-based. When combined, they probably belong to the assassin style.

The life-saving effect is very good, which shows the good intentions of the predecessor's father.

According to memory, the predecessor had been practicing for several years, and the progress was average, at least for a practicing family. Having barely passed through the primary stages of physical training and internal organs training, I just got started.

The distance from Xiantian is not short.

"Ha, so as a time traveler, you don't even have any spiritual roots?"

"What the hell kind of opening is this?"

After a while, Wang Zijia frowned after confirming the basic situation.

"By the way, where is my golden finger? As a time traveler, you can't live without a golden finger, right?"

As soon as this idea came up, Wang Zijia felt a golden light in his mind, and he fell into chaos again.

When he came back to his senses, he had come to a strange space, surrounded by gray and a golden object, standing in the air, like the sun in the space.

For no reason, he knew that this was his sea of ​​consciousness.

The golden object shimmered with golden light, and then gradually dimmed. After a few breaths, the light dissipated, revealing its true appearance.

That is, a golden scale.

The scale is about the size of an arm and is made entirely of red gold, giving people a sense of mystery and nobility.

"Is this...one of the objects that killed me?"

Looking at the scale, Wang Zijia felt strange yet familiar. The scene before death flashed through his mind, and finally settled on the corner of a package, with golden light flowing faintly.

Ha, so I was hit by this golden finger and traveled through time?

Before Wang Zijia could continue to think, as he focused his attention on the golden scale, the scale vibrated slightly, and a strange message emerged.

It was obscure but not difficult to understand. It seemed as if he was born to understand this information.

Translated, to put it bluntly, it’s probably...

Tao Fruit: Equivalent Balance

Effect: equivalent exchange

Effect: All digested things in the body can be converted into equivalents, regardless of whether they are empty or real.

For example: fat can be converted into muscle, blood can be converted into hair, cooking skills can be converted into craftsmanship, etc.

Note: This conversion is equivalent, not equivalent. For example, one kilogram of fat will not be converted into one kilogram of muscle, but will only be converted into muscle of the same value.

Restriction 1: Not convertible between each other. For example, after one kilogram of fat is converted into one hundred grams of muscle, it cannot be converted back again. But it can be converted compoundly, that is, these 100 grams of muscle, plus one gram of original muscle, can be converted into more than 1,000 grams of fat again.

Restriction 2: Virtual and real are not interchangeable, that is, body-related can only be converted to physical-related, experience-related skills can only be converted to experience-related.

Restriction 3: Conversion can only be based on what is already owned, not something created out of nothing. For example, if you don't have muscle in your body, you can't use fat to create more muscle. To convert, you need at least one gram of starting muscle.

Special reminder: The realm of exercises belongs to the virtual experience category, and the realm of cultivation belongs to the physical body category.

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Um, equivalent exchange?

Tao fruit?

Although there are many restrictions, it looks so awesome!

How to use it?

As soon as the thought appeared, Wang Zijia was stunned again.

As his thoughts emerged, the scale flickered slightly, and then the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness began to vibrate slightly uncontrollably, and illusory weights appeared suddenly, spinning around the scale.

There are big and small weights, all illusory, and they are all divided into two categories.

One is silvery white and the other is black iron color.

There are a lot of both types of weights, but most of them are in the shape of illusory light points and are extremely small. There are only some weights, the size of a finger.

If he hadn't seen the big weight, Wang Zijia would have just thought it was a light spot and wouldn't have thought about the weight at all.

He reached out and made a move, and the largest weight in the black iron color flew over.

Weight: Curse Mixed with Poison

Status: Suppressed

Value: 6

Introduction: A strange mixture of poisons, used properly, can even poison practitioners, it is the best among mortal things.

Um...mixed with poison?

So the original body died of poisoning?

ha······

Wait, is he still in a poisoned state?

So the black iron-colored weights represent the physical body type? So Silver White is an illusory memory type?

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