I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

Wu Lang is dead.

His short life of twenty-seven years ended like this.

Wu Lang still remembered that before he died, he was passing by a street, and a naughty kid on the side of the road threw firecrackers into a manhole cover. The manhole cover popped out and hit his shockingly handsome face.

It is truly an unforeseen disaster.

But nothing matters anymore.

Because when he opened his eyes again, he saw a very bizarre scene.

He saw the dark sky above, the turbulent river below, and the surrounding clouds and fog, an extremely mysterious scene.

The wandering souls walking in front are queuing up, and the team further forward has already reached the Naihe Bridge, and is taking pictures of their past and present lives on the Sansheng Stone.

Huangquan Road.

Naihe Bridge.

Three life stones.

The corner of Wu Lang's mouth twitched slightly. He looked up and down at the bustling Naihe Bridge, always feeling like he had seen it before.

These layouts do look very familiar!

It is very similar to a game I played before called "Underworld". The style of the underworld is exactly the same as before, and the underworld is the player's account creation page. Enter the underworld, reincarnate, and start the game.

"Attributes??" As Wu Lang tentatively spoke, an attribute template slowly unfolded in front of his eyes.

【Name】: Wu Lang

[Template]: NPC

[Race]: Wandering Soul

[Sect]: Huangquan

[Fate]:? ? ? (requires Sanshengshi)

[Cultivation]: None

Have you really traveled through time?

"Brother, hurry up and go, we're in a hurry to be reincarnated!" Before I had time to think about it, someone from behind shouted.

It was obvious that he had traveled to the underworld in "The Underworld" and was waiting for reincarnation.

But what to wear? Wear this?

This game came out of nowhere, and it goes without saying how popular it is. It is called the second world of modern humans, and it is 100% real. However, it is famous for its hard-core soul-based painting style. It is an extremely dangerous mythical world and disaster. The cause is that the underworld is broken, the underworld collapses, and all the demons from the eighteen levels of hell escape, causing harm to the people. Demonic tides, demon disasters, and ghost disasters fill the entire human world.

And he himself traveled to the place where the disaster broke out, the underworld of Huangquan.

Now, in this hardcore game that claims 54 deaths per player?

You really want to kill me.

"This is the rhythm of dying again."

Wu Lang felt uneasy.

"Hey, this brother." Wu Lang reached out and patted him forward.

"Am I dead? It's impossible, it's impossible. I remember my mother-in-law asked me to drink medicine before." In front of him was a short, dark and ugly wandering ghost.

Drink medicine?

Brother, my life is a bit exciting.

However, it is normal for this wandering soul to be in a trance. Most of the wandering souls on the road to hell are like this. They cannot accept their own death.

Same for myself.

Speaking of which, I can be said to be a successful person in my life at the age of 27. I climbed to the management level of the company before I was thirty, which is the pinnacle of my life.

Although I was as tired as a dog after traveling all over the world on business, I still had countless friends of the opposite sex around me, and my friendship was very good.

Naturally, he is unwilling to travel through time.

He died.

Who will inherit the tens of millions of assets that have been worked hard for?

I can only say blood loss.

Wu Lang hesitated for a moment and patted the brother in front:

"Brother, don't cry. Isn't it just drinking medicine? I can understand it. I once had a friend who was just like you."

"Huh? Do you have friends like me? By the way, where are we going?"

After some exchanges, the wandering spirit ahead was named Liu Ping.

"We are crossing the Naihe Bridge. We will soon see the past and present lives on the Sansheng Stone, see the true spiritual self, drink Meng Po Soup, forget everything, and be reincarnated." Wu Lang thought seriously.

"Three Life Stones?" Liu Ping didn't quite understand.

"You'll understand later."

Wu Lang said, letting him walk forward along with the flow of people, "As the saying goes, sighing at Naihe on the Naihe Bridge, regretting three lives in front of the three-life stone."

"Your sadness is the result of walking on the Naihe Bridge. You lament that there is nothing you can do in this life."

"If we go on to cross the Naihe Bridge, will we regret it for the rest of our lives?" Liu Ping still didn't understand and thought it was too magical.

Soon, they followed the flow of people and came to the Sansheng Stone.

This is a huge ancient stele, majestic and majestic, containing the unimaginable majesty of heaven. Every trace of rules is scattered, and it contains the fate of all lives. The four characters on the stone are as red as blood: "Get to the other shore early."

Liu Ping stopped in front of Sansheng Stone as if he was going through security check.

The light shone slightly on his body, showing a vague scene of his life. Liu Ping looked back on his life like a revolving lantern.

A baby boy is born.

When he was one year old, Liu Ping smashed his face into the ground and was disfigured.

When he was three years old, both his parents died.

When he was six years old, his grandparents died of illness.

At the age of nine, in order to make a living, he joined a martial arts school and practiced horizontal martial arts, but was treated as a punching bag by the martial arts school.

At the age of fourteen, he practiced hard day and night, and finally his hard work changed his life. He became strong in muscles and highly skilled in martial arts, and became a famous escort from all over the country.

At the age of seventeen, practicing Cha Qi, he became obsessed with evil spirits, and his meridians were completely useless.

At the age of eighteen, the gold-medal escort Jinpen washed his hands and switched to selling cooking cakes.

Wu Lang was a little dumbfounded.

The guy at the front is a bit awesome. Is he the Wu Dalang NPC template in the game? After all, there are always similar historical characters in this game.

brush!

Life gathers, the three life stones appear, and the true spirit emerges.

And a row of golden majestic ancient handwriting slowly projected out in the void in front of him:

Fate 1: [Rotten Peach Blossom (Green)]: When encountering a high-quality human being of the opposite sex, they will pursue them crazily in an extremely humble manner. There is a probability of success, but if they cannot control it, there is a high probability that they will fall out.

Fortune 2: [Low eyebrows and bad luck (purple)]: Bad luck in life, stuffing teeth when drinking water, twisting waist when farting, everything goes wrong.

The judge's comment: Although he is diligent and hard-working, he is extremely unlucky and has a cuckold on his head.

"This person's destiny is poisonous."

Wu Lang tilted his head in the back row and looked. This person was probably a model of Wu Dalang.

In a sense, it is so miserable that it can be said to be a surprise to the bones, one in a million.

"how come?"

Liu Ping's heart was completely broken.

"It turns out that fate is destined by God, and life is written by God."

Wu Lang ignored the crying and desperate guy in front of him.

This is the out-of-control process that must go through in reincarnation - regretting three lives. This is a process of repenting and summarizing the past and present lives.

Instead, he stopped in front of the Sansheng Stone.

Because it's his turn.

"The fate of the three life stones is gathered according to a person's life, and the true spirit emerges, reflecting the true nature of the reincarnation of the world."

"But when the player is reincarnated in the Underworld, how can he have any predecessor before entering the game?"

"The fates gathered in past lives are all random."

To put it simply, players have to randomly throw dice at the Sansheng Stone and roll their own [fate], white, green, purple, orange, and gold.

Then log in to the game, which is reincarnation!

"But I am not a player, I am an ordinary NPC, an ordinary member of all living beings. I should also appear according to my destiny in my previous life, just like Liu Ping now." Wu Lang reflected on his life in modern society.

Twenty-seven years old.

Worth tens of millions.

Extremely capable of working.

He is also very popular with women.

Regardless of considering all aspects, my destiny is definitely not low.

Wow!

Three birthstones and one photo.

It's hard to see past and present life, it's all blurry, as if the luck on the Sansheng Stone has been obscured.

"Due to time travel? Can't see me? But that's fine, if this world sees me in my lifetime, something big will happen." Wu Lang didn't have time to think too much.

Immediately afterwards, two bright purple lights emerged from Wu Lang's true spirit, like the wisp of purple energy rising from the sky and the earth in the rising sun. They were magnificent and illuminated a small half of the sky along Huangquan Road.

Even Po Meng, who was in the distance, raised her head slightly, showing a bit of surprise, "My destiny is not low, and it is better than ordinary ordinary people."

After saying that, she continued to lower her head and fill the wandering souls with soup one by one.

Although the past life experience cannot be seen, the Sansheng Stone is worthy of being an underworld artifact, and it still reflects Wu Lang’s true destiny:

[Ninth Generation Social Animal (Purple Fate)]: In your nine lifetimes, you were all a social animal. Your work ability is extremely talented, and your endurance is jaw-dropping.

Comments: Don't let the capitalists find you, or you might tire them out.

[Good Person Card (Purple Fate)]: Looks like an immortal, gain +200% favorability from the opposite sex, -200% gain from the opposite sex love.

Comment: Life is destined to be fateless. No matter how outstanding and handsome you are, you are just a blue-faced confidant who drinks more hot water.

this?

Wu Lang's smile gradually disappeared.

"Brother, I once had a friend just like you."

He held Wu Lang tightly with both hands and burst into tears, finally meeting the comrade he had been away from for a lifetime.

"That friend of mine also works as crazy as you. He sells cooking cakes every day. He wakes up early and stays late at night. No woman likes him at all! He treats his wife very well. He pours tea upstairs to wash his feet and plays flute downstairs to entertain himself. But his wife always I despise him and always say he is a good person."

Wu Lang opened his mouth.

Brother, if you don’t know how to read fortune, don’t talk. Your friend and I don’t have the same fate, okay?

Wu Lang couldn't laugh or cry, feeling offended.