Turns out I'm the protagonist's golden finger

The setting sun slowly paced to the horizon, and suddenly disappeared. The bamboo forest was soaked in the blood-red glow, and the night wind had already blown, making people feel chilly all over.

Jiang Zhao sat on the cliff, and the birds went back one after another. The sky was full of sunshine, and it was quite spectacular. One or two seemed to have passed through spirituality, and walked to Jiang Zhao, wondering why he was sitting here motionless.

Holding his head to watch the last ray of sunlight dissipate in the sky, Jiang Zhao spent the first day in another world like this.

suddenly.

He remembered one thing.

very important thing.

But it's strange, he didn't remember such a thing before.

Li Xiao's birthday!

Jiang Zhao woke up the big civet cat and asked him: "Xinglian killed me by mistake, so in my world, how did I die?"

"This is probably an accidental death. The bureau likes to make the assassination look like a natural death, and try not to cause a butterfly effect." The big civet cat thought he was afraid of the sadness of his relatives and friends, and comforted him: "Don't worry about the host, everything is nothing when you die. It will be forgotten soon, they won't be sad for too long, and the memories of the previous world you left will soon fade away."

"Will they forget me? Will I forget them too?" Jiang Zhao stood up from the cliff.

The night wind came head-on, and went away through his clothes.

He doesn't matter at all, if he is forgotten, forget it.However, in his short life, he didn't want to forget those precious memories, and he was willing to keep them forever.

He wanted to remember Dean Jiang, Eleven, Li Xiao and the little bean dings in the orphanage.

"You can't have both, host." The big civet cat forced him to look at the darkening sky, a few distant stars began to shine, the moon hadn't risen yet, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in darkness, just like when the sky and the earth hadn't opened peaceful.

"This world is also very beautiful, host, you have to look forward." The big civet cat was afraid that he would lose his desire to survive, and said again: "You can't go back. If this is the case, just spend every day in this world, but Not everyone meets the standards of living in another world, and I finally had a host."

"Here you can also meet people you like, leave good memories, and meet new friends." Seeing that Jiang Zhao was silent, the big civet cat called him: "Host?"

Jiang Zhao quietly stared at the darkening sky: "I want to remember them, is there any way?"

"No." The big civet cat apologized: "Before you, many dead people rejected the new life and refused the task, so the highest headquarters refused to continue the memory of the previous life. If you stay longer, you will forget your original name."

Jiang Zhao took out Cang Wen from his sleeve, made it the size of a dagger, and drew the character "Jiang" on the palm of his hand without hesitation.

He didn't want to forget them, and he didn't want to forget his own name.

"Phi!!! Illegal operation! Illegal operation!" The alarm bell rang in his head, shaking Jiang Zhao's eyes with stars, his hand seemed to have been electrocuted, and he couldn't hold it any longer, so he could only let it fall off the cliff.

"Host, don't do this!" The big civet cat persuaded, holding the emergency manual: "If you violate the rules, you will receive an electric shock! How can there be a free lunch in the world?! Your relatives must know that you are dead, and you no longer exist in that world , why do you keep obsessing over that world?"

Jiang Zhao pursed his lips tightly, watching his palm heal little by little.In the darkness, he couldn't see the loss or other emotions on his face.

The big civet cat was a little scared, it always thought that Jiang Zhao was a gentle host, who knew that he would still have such an impulsive moment, so he called again worriedly: "Host?"

Jiang Zhao raised his head, and a hot teardrop fell down, his voice floated in the night wind, low and indescribably sad: "I'm sorry, I scared you."

"It's okay." The big civet cat knows that many hosts are depressed and negative because they can't let go of the past world, so that a task has been done for thousands of years, so they don't want to stay here for thousands of years... .

Should it ask Liana for another box of memory potions?

Jiang Zhao's mind is in a mess, with more thoughts than the bamboos under his feet.

Over the years, social fears have made him like a rat in the sewer, running away from anyone.If it wasn't for Dean Jiang's encouragement and Eleven's wish, he might have given up long ago.

Now, God has given him a second life, but wants to take away the strength that supports him to live.

Jiang Zhao felt powerless like never before. He was even more desperate than those who looked at the ruins of their homeland. He couldn't even remember his past.

In the silence, he suddenly heard: "Taoist."

The sound seemed to be cut into pieces by scissors, it was hoarse and broken, and it was terrifying.

Jiang Zhao trembled, one was that the night wind was really cold, and the other was that he was a little frightened.

I don’t know when the moon came out. It hangs in the night sky like a jade plate. The moonlight is bright and clear, shining in the forest.

Sitting on a cliff is like sitting on the mast of a sailing ship, about to fall in the night wind, without any sense of security.

When Jiang Zhao returned to the stone house, the only candle had been burned out, and the room was pitch black, as if he had entered the belly of a fish.

The moon rose and shone in through the stone gate.

Jiang Zhao's eyes have also adapted to the darkness, and with a little moonlight, he can see the room clearly.

He saw that Shen Chi was about to fall.

How do you look like a child.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhao touched the edge of the stone bed where Shen Chi was sleeping, and wanted him to lie back down again, when his hand was suddenly pinched by another icy hand.

Jiang Zhao didn't withdraw his hands in response, because his hands were also cold.

"Are you cold?"

Jiang Zhaohui held his hand, and put his hand in the palm of his somewhat warm palm.But those hands didn't seem to be warm, and Jiang Zhao held them tightly without any change, like holding a piece of ice.

The altitude of the cliff is high, the temperature is low, and the air in the countryside is humid. Sleeping stone bed is easy to catch a cold, but he was injured again. If he catches a cold, it will be difficult.

In the dim moonlight, the young man sleeping on the stone bed was thin and thin, his beautiful brows were tightly frowned, his lips were bitten so that there was no trace of blood, his whole figure was like a piece of fragile porcelain.

Jiang Zhao couldn't bear it, so he took down the book on the stone wall and used it as a cushion for him, took off the loose outer garment and used it as a quilt for him, and used spiritual energy to create a cover to keep him out of the wind.

Just when he decided to go outside to blow some air, Shen Chi grabbed him again.

The young man's voice was so damaged that he could only spit out broken air sounds, Jiang Zhao bent down to listen.

Shen Chi never thought that Jiang Zhao would be so close to him, and the cold scent of ice and snow poured into his nose, which was different from the scent he had smelled anywhere.

This taste is very pure, not mixed with a little turbidity.

Jiang Zhao couldn't hear Shen Chi's words clearly, but he heard the sound of being hungry.Only then did Jiang Zhao realize that the child hadn't eaten all day.

He's such a bad carer...for free though.

"I see, I'll go get you something to eat." Jiang Zhao comforted him and made trouble.

He didn't eat or drink all day and he wasn't thirsty or hungry. Combined with the original body's cultivation, the original owner must have experienced bigu before he came, so there should be no food left in the stone house.Where should he go for food?

Jiang Zhao called back to Cang Wen, looked at the bamboo forest extending to the end of the sky and thought: It would be great if there is a 24-hour convenience store here.

Patients avoid meaty, oily and spicy food, so it is obviously impossible to insert fish in the stream.But he doesn't have a common currency in this world, so how can he buy things?

The big civet cat said: "Host, you can check your belongings. According to my understanding of Xianxia novels, powerful characters generally have personal space."

Jiang Zhao searched all over his body, only to find a bell. He shook it casually, but there was no sound. It was a bad bell without a core.

"This is useless." Jiang Zhao pinned the bell back to his belt. Although it was useless, it belonged to the original owner after all, so he couldn't lose it.

The moment the bell swayed, invisible sound waves spread like water ripples.

Thousands of miles away, on the Ziheng Mountain, which can reach into the clouds, the warm yellow lights seem to welcome people at any time.This light came from the Silent Chess Pavilion. Until the next morning, there would be bamboo curtains hanging down here, burning incense sticks, and the lights were brightly lit.

"Lingling." A bell tied to the corner of the eaves of the octagonal pavilion moved without wind.

The old man playing chess was dressed in a simple brown robe, with white beard and hair, dragged to the ground, his eyes were almost inconceivable, looking at the string of bells.

It's like seeing a dark phosphorus fire in the chaos.

"No money." Jiang Zhao was troubled for a long time, and then thought, would Shen Chi in it have money?

After hesitating again and again, Jiang Zhao turned back and said a little embarrassedly, "Do you have money?"

With difficulty, Shen Chi took out a jade tablet and released the restraint, which stored a few taels of silver.

Jiang Zhao thought it was a spirit stone, but he didn't expect that the monk also had mortal money on him.

"Write it down on my palm if you have a taboo." Jiang Zhao spread out his hand to let him write, while Shen Chi slowly melted a telepathy talisman, and then held Jiang Zhao's hand again.

Jiang Zhao was caught off guard when he heard Shen Chi's voice.It wasn't the kind of voice that was crushed by pain, nor was it the clear tone of a young man, but a firm and steady voice that instantly calmed the beating heart: "No, as long as you can eat."

Not as repulsive as imagined in his heart, Jiang Zhao could still calmly ask him: "Really?"

"Ah."

Jiang Zhao couldn't see his face clearly, for some reason, he felt that Shen Chi must have smiled at him.

"I'll go back as soon as I go." Jiang Zhao let go of his hand.

in the dark,

Shen Chi opened his eyes, his whole body was extremely weak, and everything in front of him was distorted, as if he had returned to his childhood and was locked in a woodshed.

But this place is much better than the firewood house. There are no vicious dogs, no rats, and no shacks where the rain is falling.

He stretched out his hand to touch the aura shield, feeling the familiar temperature with his fingertips.Just now he used the lowest teleportation talisman, that kind of talisman is easy to draw, but there is one limitation: it only supports hand-to-hand voice transmission.

Because of this limitation, it was too thin, and he never used it before.That "he" liked it very much, flirting with Lingyue in the Valley of Beasts with this teleportation talisman.

Speaking of Lingyue, Shen Chi suppressed the anger in his heart.

It is said that she is no longer a demon cultivator, and has changed her face to become a monk of Xuanyunmen.

What she owed to other upright people was paid off with all her cultivation.And what is owed to him, when Shen Chi thought of the flame array that suddenly descended from the sky, the woman who gave him a fatal blow and the little girl who was picked up at the foot of the mountain a hundred years ago, he couldn't connect these two people together.

He didn't ask her to repay him, but why did she help that man kill him?

The aura in his body surged and ran wild again, because the spells he practiced in his previous life were too complicated, it was difficult for him to find a special line of practice in this life, and he has not yet reached the level of Qi training.

Shen Chi's throat was full of rust, and he tried to penetrate Dan Yuan.

The originally empty Danyuan actually had a golden petal.

Shen Chi manipulated the alchemy to breathe in and out, and the scurrying spiritual energy became more peaceful.

Danyuan is inseparable from the age and stage of practice. Shen Chi practiced for 200 years in his last life, but it was only a seven-petal lotus. He knows that the Danyuan lotus is hard to come by.That senior actually gave him his own alchemy? !

Shen Chi stared at the void, and the memory of his previous life was overlaid again.

He remembered that in his previous life, Su Yuyan's foundation was struck by a thunderbolt, and his core was damaged.He extradited the Tianlei from her elixir to his own elixir, and endured the pain of being bitten by the thunder for her, in order to repay the master's kindness to him in nurturing him.Tianlei consumed most of his cultivation base, and left him with a visceral disease. His golden veins had not broken through for a long time, and because of the disease, he was bullied in the Hundred Schools Examination.

Complicated emotions floated up and down in his heart, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried at the moment.He and that senior just met by chance, how could this senior give him the lotus flower so generously?

He at this moment is different from his previous life.He is no longer a genius who built a foundation on the thirteenth day, but an ordinary person with no six veins, so it is impossible for him to be chosen by the Venerable because of the Qi veins like in his previous life.

Then, why did that senior save him?

As soon as Shen Chi closed his eyes, a pair of eyes appeared in his mind, not as cold as his appearance, but melting like a frozen spring.

Could it be that the senior just wanted to save people?