Strange Recovery: Activate the Underworld Fengdu at the beginning

Qiantang City, a secluded ancient alley.

It was already late at night, and the surrounding shops were closed, only an antique shop was still glowing with orange-red flames.

This antique shop is small in size, and most of the objects are paintings. The interior decoration of the shop is simple and elegant, with an antique flavor.

Yan Xiaoming was sitting on a rattan chair in an antique shop, holding a bottle of Erguotou in his hand, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was slightly pale.

After taking a sip of wine, he was in a daze for a long time and smiled bitterly: "This bitch is fate."

Originally, he thought that he would have a better life once he was reborn, but after only twenty years in his life, half of his foot was at the gate of hell again.

Who can I turn to for reasoning with this bitch?
In my last life, Lao Tzu lived to be thirty at least.

Hey, I'm probably the worst reborn person in history.

Twenty years ago, Yan Xiaoming was reborn in this strange world, the country he lived in was called Han.

The history and culture of this world are very similar to that of Blue Star in the previous life.

The only difference is that there are ghosts in this world.

However, there are ghosts, but there are no gods and Buddhas.

Since the revival of ghosts and ghosts a hundred years ago, there has not been a single case of the appearance of a god in the entire world.

As for the myths and stories recorded in the book, people speculate that they may have been fabricated by the ancients.

In today's world, there is only a special kind of people who can deal with ghosts, ghost masters.

Unfortunately, Yan Xiaoming is not a ghost master.

Reborn here, he is still the same as in his previous life, ordinary and unremarkable.

He lived for 20 years, probably due to luck, he did not encounter any ghosts.

In this world, he has been raised by his grandfather and has never met his biological parents.

A year ago, grandpa passed away due to illness, and he inherited the antique shop as a matter of course.

If it can be managed well, it will always be easy to eat and drink.

But who would have thought that all of this was broken by his greed for petty gains.

Three days ago, a customer came to the antique shop and wanted to sell an ancient painting.

As an expert in this way, Yan Xiaoming's heart was moved the moment he saw the painting.

It was a landscape painting from the Song Dynasty. Although it was not signed and signed, it still did not affect Yan Xiaoming's judgment.

Moreover, as far as the painting style is concerned, it is likely to be Fan Kuan's authentic painting.

The point is, the customer's quotation is also surprisingly low, which means that as long as he can sell, even if he doesn't need money.

Yan Xiaoming is not the kind of person who loves to take advantage, and finally bought this painting for [-] yuan.

As a result, tragedy happened.

This painting immediately changed its appearance at night, the landscape painting disappeared in a blink of an eye, replaced by a picture of a beautiful woman in red dress.

More importantly, even the drawing paper has become a piece of human skin.

The person in the painting is as beautiful as a fairy, but Yan Xiaoming has no heart to appreciate it.

Because he saw that a line of blood words slowly emerged on the human skin drawing paper - I will take your life in three days.

Legend has it that in ancient times there was a girl who loved painting like her life, and her appearance was like a fairy.And the man next door admired her very much, but the woman didn't like this man.

From love to hatred, the man became cruel.Knowing that she loves painting, he invited the woman in the name of appreciating paintings, then killed her, peeled her skin into paper, and drew pictures as a souvenir.

After the woman died, she turned into a ghost and killed the man, and this painting was passed down.

Anyone who gets this painting will be entangled by this painted skin ghost, and will die within three days.

Three days, of course, means three days, that is, tonight.

It was eleven o'clock now, and as soon as twelve o'clock passed, the ghost would come to take his life.

Although Yan Xiaoming knew about the existence of ghost masters, he didn't have their contact information.

But he is an ordinary person, facing Li Gui, he has only one way to die.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that after one death, there will be a second death.

"The hope of the real mother is a dream!"

Yan Xiaoming raised his head and took another mouthful of Erguotou, then got up and looked at everything in the antique shop.

He has lived here for 20 years, and to be honest, he is a bit reluctant.After all, this is all the hard work of grandpa.

Although there are not many genuine items in this antique shop!

Thinking about it, Yan Xiaoming gently lifted a box.

It was given to him by his grandfather before he died, saying that there was a treasure hidden in it, and it should not be moved unless it was absolutely necessary.

Now it is not as simple as last resort.

Yan Xiaoming just wanted to see his grandfather's relics before he died.

The box was opened, and inside lay a scroll.

It looks like it should be a painting.

Yan Xiaoming took out the painting, put it on the table and unfolded it.

As he expected, this is indeed a map of the ancient city.

The city is magnificent and majestic, and it also vaguely gives people a sense of gloom.

Different from the ancient city gate on TV, the ancient city gate in this picture is more like a huge mouth, and the name of the city above the gate is also blank.

"The Nameless City?"

Confused, Yan Xiaoming only felt something flickering in front of his eyes.

It seems to be two words, the first one he doesn't know much yet.

Without knowing it, Yan Xiaoming accidentally picked up the writing brush on the table, and then wrote on the city name on the ancient city map.

As an ancient player, although Yan Xiaoming's calligraphy can't be called the silver hook of iron painting, it can still be used.

Soon, the pen was raised in hand, and two newly written big characters jumped out on it - Fengdu!
Fengdu!

call!
A gust of gloomy wind blew by, Yan Xiaoming only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a huge ancient city came into his mind.

Ding!
The Fengdu system is activated and the host is detected, is it bound?
system?

Oh, so the word feg is pronounced!
Yan Xiaoming's eyes lit up, and he was completely drunk.

I just fucking know that God won't let me be reborn for nothing.

"System, what is your role?"

"May I ask if the host is bound to the system?"

"Bind!"

Ding!
"The Fengdu system has been successfully bound. This system can help the host catch ghosts and demons, and restore order in the world."

"Binding the system for the first time, you can give the host a chance to click Mao. May I ask if the host wants to click?"

"Click!"