My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Beam 638, April.

Qingfeng View in Qingshan County, backyard kitchen.

In front of the long wooden table, Chen Mu took a bite of the multi-grain vegetable cake, and the rough taste made him grin.

He is not from this world.

In his previous life, he was a mediocre, ordinary, fearful otaku. When he woke up, he changed his skin to a different place, and used his corpse to travel to this place.

The predecessor was also called Chen Mu, a poor scholar who made a living by writing portraits.

This is not his home, his home is in Qingshan County under the mountain.

Come to Qingfengguan to make money by copying scriptures for Taoist temples.

The predecessor had been here for two days. For some unknown reason, when he woke up, his consciousness disappeared, and Chen Mu was asked to occupy the magpie's nest for the dove.

"Chengming, your master hasn't come back yet?" An old Taoist in his fifties chatted while washing dishes.

The other party's surname is He, and he is the Taoist Taoist of Qingfeng Guanhuo.

Hearing the question, an eight- or nine-year-old Daotong boy beside Chen Mu said vaguely, "Nothing."

"Hey, it seems that the evil spirit who borrowed the corpse to bring back the soul is quite fierce." He Daoren squinted at Chen Mudao.

Chen Mu: "..."

"Did you know, it is said that the person who suffered the evil this time was a poor scholar. When he woke up, he felt like a different person. He couldn't write well, couldn't speak well, and the neighbors didn't know anyone, so the villagers discovered the flaw." He Daoren He lowered his voice and whispered to Chen Mu with a meaningful expression on his face.

Chen Mu: "..." Why are you telling me this? I do not want to hear!

Chen Mu pulled the corner of his mouth with all his might, and gave the other party a polite but not embarrassing smile.

"Master is the best." Chengming raised his head and swallowed the vegetable cake in his mouth, proudly saying.

"That's right, no matter how powerful the evil is, it's just a matter of fire. You say so." He Daoren raised his eyebrows at Chen Mu and said with a relaxed expression.

Chen Mu: "..." You won't be discovered as soon as you pass through, right? !

Chen Mu glanced at the eight- or nine-year-old Daotong... Well, this one can be easily thrown down.

I looked at the chubby and stout Taoist Fire Worker again... Well, this one really can't be beat!

Just when Chen Mu didn't know if it was time to carry the bucket and run away, Daoren He lowered his head to wash the dishes again.

Chen Mu let out a long breath.

However, evil? What the hell?

A series of unfamiliar memories emerged from the depths of my mind.

There have been legends of gods and ghosts in this world since ancient times, and the predecessors heard about them since childhood. The surrounding is always accompanied by a strange event called a kind of evil.

Some people died inexplicably, some disappeared mysteriously, and some people's temperaments changed drastically and they didn't recognize their parents.

These inexplicable and incomprehensible things are all classified as evil events.

This is not uncommon in Daliang, and there are even people in the government yamen who specialize in managing such events.

And the way to deal with people whose temperament has changed drastically and is possessed by evil spirits is really a matter of fire—burning them to death!

"You mustn't let anyone find out that you have changed the core!" Chen Mu thought while biting the hard and dry multi-grain vegetable cake.

...

Qingfengguan library.

Sending away the Chengming little Taoist boy who led the way, Chen Mu stared at the Taoist scriptures on the desk and worried.

The world has changed, and the language and characters are different.

If he hadn't inherited his predecessor's memory, he wouldn't even know a word!

"Perhaps inheriting the writing ability of the predecessor? After all, from memory, it seems that it is not very difficult to write with a brush."

With the slightest luck, Chen Mu picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote three big characters - the root scriptures.

Looking at Fang Zheng's three big characters, Chen Mu's face became bitter.

This word looks okay, but compared with its predecessor, it is a few years worse.

Anyone with a little knowledge can see the difference at a glance.

The handwriting has changed drastically, the behavior is suspicious, and the corpse is revived... Why does it sound so familiar?

If you really want to be identified as an evil invasion, isn't that the end of the calf?

Chen Mu couldn't help looking at his right wrist.

"Is it possible that I have to give myself a disability?"

Thinking of those people who were burned to death because of evil possessions in his memory, Chen Mu couldn't help shivering.

"I don't want to be burned to death!"

"As long as you find a suitable angle and fall, and your palms land in a confrontational posture, the wrist cartilage can easily be bruised and bruised."

"Wrist injury, it is inevitable that the handwriting will change greatly." Chen Mu thought to himself.

"Be safe, or just break your arm!" Chen Mu gritted his teeth and thought fiercely.

Just when he was about to get up and go out, find a suitable angle to perform breaking his arm on the ground.

There was a sudden flash in front of him.

A translucent gray wall suddenly appeared in front of him.

Chen Mu subconsciously stretched out his hand and pushed forward, and with a swipe of both hands, he passed through the wall.

what the hell?

After a long while, Chen Mu reacted.

The iron-grey towering wall that occupies the entire field of vision in front of him is not an entity, but an image that appears directly on his retina.

Crossover benefits?

Looking at it carefully, I saw a row of handwritings that were as strong as a knife and axe under the wall.

He protruded from the wall, sharp and crisp, and a sense of simplicity and longevity came over him.

Writing: 7136/10000/first order.

Goldfinger?

very nice!

...

Chen Mu quickly accepted the existence of gray walls.

It's not a normal thing to have a golden finger.

As for whether there is any behind the scenes, Chen Mu doesn't care at all.

In his previous life, he was a mediocre ordinary otaku.

Now that they have passed through, there is also a golden finger.

It will give him the opportunity to open his heart, without any scruples, and go ahead to a new world. Even if it is a conspiracy, Chen Mu is happy.

It's going to be a great adventure!

Goldfinger is easy to understand, similar to the proficiency system of third-rate online games.

As long as he thought about it, the gray wall would appear before him.

And the gray walls are translucent, like wearing colored glasses, which doesn't affect his ability to see other things at all.

Chen Mu thought about it, picked up the brush, and wrote three words at random.

The numbers on the grey walls are unchanged.

Chen Mu thought about it and picked up the pen again to write.

This time he was fully absorbed, stroke by stroke, thinking about the font structure as he wrote.

Constantly compare and improve the fonts in the predecessor memory.

Something magical happened.

Threads of sentiment emerged from the bottom of his heart, making him clearly feel the difference from the previous handwriting. Let him understand how to improve in order to get closer to the forward handwriting, or even surpass it.

"Conscientious practice can improve proficiency, and the improvement of proficiency will bring real perception and make ability really improve."

Chen Mu couldn't help grinning.

With proficiency, what is he afraid of?

Big change in handwriting found? nonexistent.

Isn't it the liver?

Chen Mu spread out the original scriptures, and found out that his predecessor had copied the scriptures as a disguise.

Put away the white paper brush for copying scriptures, took a new brush and began to practice calligraphy with water.

He doesn't know how long it will take to reach the level of the predecessor.

Directly using pen and ink on white paper will waste a lot of paper, and will also leave handwriting practice.

It's good to write with water, and there's nothing left after wiping.