The Lord of Reincarnation

Life cannot be repeated.

But after death, there may not be a next life!

Fang Xian knew this very well, because he himself was a 'traverser'.

He has come to this world since he died in his last life.

Early in the morning, the alarm clock goes off regularly.

Fang Xian got up, washed up, looked at the pale face in the mirror, and the eye sockets with dark circles and bags under the eyes, couldn't help smiling, and muttered to herself: "Who said that there must be golden fingers in crossing, and those who can develop of?"

He used his career of more than 20 years to prove that the salted fish is still a salted fish!

This is a world with advanced technology that can even navigate interstellar space, and the civilization level surpasses the previous life.

Therefore, what is necessary to make a fortune through ancient times, projects such as domestic chemical fertilizer and steel making can be directly shot - nonsense!

Because the historical development is completely different, there is no hope of making a fortune in the urban economy that wants to follow the trend of profit - bad review!

As for moving civilization classics?

Hehe... Fang Xian was so sad to find out that he couldn't even write the first chapter of the four famous novels silently! But if you just remember the outline of the plot, there is no such good writing to perfectly interpret it.

Needless to say, the spiritual food of this interstellar civilized world is simply a car load, and there are countless masters and famous masters. It is delusional to want to become famous in one fell swoop!

The most important thing is that Fang Xian found that there was a problem with his mentality. In conclusion, salted fish is not scary, but his heart has become salted fish.

"If you live in the lower class all your life, you should be in the lower class. Anyway, you will earn an extra day of living... It's true that you live in plainness, and it's a blessing to live alone..."

After self-ah Q-style hypnosis, Fang Xian smoothly accepted the fact that his family was a loser, and hurriedly messed up his stomach and opened the door.

The place where he was located was a two-story concrete building. The second floor was inhabited, and the first floor was a facade. The slightly outdated signboard was printed with five dim characters of 'Fangji Pawnshop'.

This is where Fang Xian's biggest property and daily income lie.

"Unfortunately... On the premise of having a large number of undeveloped planets, real estate is not worth much... Alas, what do I want to do? Work hard every day to earn money, hurry up on blind dates, marry a not-so-good-looking but decent wife, and have a few children. My child, it's just like that for a lifetime..."

Fang Xian looked at the hall of Men Keluoque, and made himself a pot of tea, it didn't matter.

This is how his pawn shop is basically no business.

"It seems that there is no business today. If you just close the door and go online, I still have a task in "Legend of the Old Days"..."

This world is technologically advanced, and 100% virtual reality games have already appeared, giving people an immersive feeling, creating countless addicts in civilian areas, and even completely unable to distinguish between virtual and reality. Net worms are not uncommon.

Although Fang Xian is not addicted to this, but inevitably rely on spiritual food to pass the day.

"Hey... Maybe that's what the big bosses in the elite area mean. In order to relieve pressure and contradictions, we use virtual games to numb low-level people like us, alas... social class, civilization development..."

He murmured, and then smiled bitterly: "So what if I can see clearly? I'm just a small person, I have no strength, and I don't have the mood, so what if I love..."

Fang Xian drank the tea in a mourning mood, and was about to close the door to play a game. Suddenly, a figure flashed at the door, and a tall and thin middle-aged man walked in.

He was about thirty or forty years old, his hair was messy like a chicken coop, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"How long has this been in the game?"

Fang Xian secretly slandered, but a gentle smile appeared on his face: "This guest, are you pawning or redeeming?"

"pawn!"

The middle-aged man threw a small black cloth bag on the table,

After opening it, there is a quaint paper book inside.

"Yo...an antique..."

Fang Xian was overjoyed.

The way of storing data in this era has long since become various electronic media. This kind of paper book is really rare, and it seems that a retro trend has recently emerged in the upper class community. This kind of ancient book can be decorated and sent to a big auction house. , get a good price.

The business of antiques has been closed for three years, and it has been open for three years.

With his face unchanged, he put on his gloves and began to examine it carefully.

The bookcase was dark black, and Fang Xian did not recognize the text on it.

After opening it, the paper inside is also a bit strange, pale yellow in color, thicker, even through gloves, it feels indescribable to touch.

'parchment? Only seven pages, thinner than expected... It's just this text, isn't it alien? ’

There are too many languages ​​and characters developed on a planet, but Fang Xian can confirm that this should not be the language on this planet.

He frowned and asked, "It's hard to decipher, so it's impossible to confirm the content, origin, rare or only book... The price is just... I don't know if the guest wants to live or die?"

"Damn, I'll never see it again..."

The middle-aged man's lips were trembling, and his eyes seemed to reveal extremely frightened emotions.

'It's not a thief, is it? ’

Fang Xian's heart froze, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, with a three-inch tongue, he began to severely reduce the price, and finally bought this ancient book at a very cost-effective price.

'I earned it, I really earned it today! ’

After sending away the middle-aged man, Fang Xian stopped doing business and closed the door directly, showing a hint of excitement, carefully studying the baby he received.

"Well... I can't find it on the Internet, it seems to be just a very small language..."

Looking at the countless black earthworm-like words, Fang Xian suddenly felt a little dizzy.

The distorted font, the inexplicable color, as if it had life, slowly wriggled.

"interesting……"

Fang Xian knows that there is a pattern of 'peripheral drift illusion' on the Internet, which is obviously still, but makes people see the dynamic effect.

The text of this book seems to have some meaning in this regard.

He took off his gloves and touched the book, the indescribable feeling intensified.

Fang Xian's mind began to fly unconsciously, thinking about the origin of this ancient book.

hiss... hiss...

There was a murmur in his ears, and there seemed to be scenes of illusions in front of him.

It was a trembling palm, and its owner was insane, copying something from a huge book.

Around the huge book, there is an altar full of blood and internal organs, full of a terrifying atmosphere.

As soon as the picture turned, the manuscript began to circulate in the hands of different people, bringing them terrible bad luck.

In the end, it was pawned by the previous owner and fell into his own hands.

"This is... an illusion? I've played too many games and can't tell the difference between virtual and real, can't I? I don't want to go to a mental hospital... and this book, the book of doom? Maybe it's a good gimmick, but I Why do you think it's a manuscript?"

Fang Xian kept gasping for breath, his expression constantly changing: "Give it a name..."The Book of Inexplicable"? "Mysterious Scripture"? No, it's better to call it "Tongxuan Secret Recording Transcript", eh? "

He looked at the black book cover, his expression suddenly stagnant.

I saw that the original distorted font, like an earthworm, kept squirming and combining in his eyes, and it became understandable, forming the six characters of "Dongxuan Secret Recording Transcript"...