Talking to nonsense about Sang Ma [system]

Langyue cleared the air, and suddenly several thunderstorms exploded.

Its sound was booming, shaking heaven and earth, especially on this night of Meng Dong.

Someone was talking in the room, about to be startled by the sudden thunder, he couldn't help but pause.

"Is there any change in Zhou Wenhao?"

This question brought the speaker back to his senses immediately.

"Zhou Wenhe is tactful, and we haven't been able to catch him. But..." He hesitated, "His family has been a little restless recently, and it is said that... evil spirits have disturbed the inner curtain."

"Evil?" The questioning tone seemed to have a little meaning.

"Exactly. The Zhou Mansion secretly found a few monks and Taoists, intending to build a dojo."

Talking is but a few breaths of effort.

The thunder continued.

Suddenly there was a figure, floating like flying, approaching the open window.

An embarrassing voice sounded——

"I'm sorry, I'll just hide and leave..."

Wufaxuanpao is a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

He looks very embarrassed:

The clothes flew around, as if they would fall apart at any moment; the long hair was loose and naturally curly, making it even more messy.

But different from the eagerness between her words, there was no superfluous expression on Shu Li's face, and her face was calm.

Strangely, the two people in the room didn't seem to see the unexpected guest.

The person who spoke was still reporting on the affairs of the Zhou family.

"I see." The man sitting on the first seat said.

The boy who was about to cross the window paused slightly.

Normally, he was never such a rude person.

however……

Unable to wait for the young man to hesitate again, a massive purple thunderbolt suddenly exploded on the window of the pavilion.

The boy let out a muffled grunt involuntarily.

The curly long hair is flying around.

Not daring to stay any longer, the boy decisively ran into the room.

Inevitably, it completely entered the field of vision of the two people in the room.

However, no matter whether it is a man sitting at the top who looks very powerful at first glance, or a young man standing at the bottom with a respectful face, no one pays attention to the "guest" who comes uninvited.

The young man who was disturbed by the thunder didn't notice the abnormality for a while, and apologized frequently for his presumptuous behavior.

"Isn't it..."

The young man who almost ran into a wall post because he was running too fast, stopped hurriedly, and subconsciously propped one hand on the wall in front of him.

left empty.

The unexpressed apology was stuck in his throat, and the young man who managed to stabilize his figure stared dumbly at his "lost" right hand.

His face is as calm as ever, but looking closely at his eyes, the eyes are obviously confused——

doubt.

Gradient, hesitation.

Suddenly there was a look of shock, showing panic and a bit of fear.

hindsight.

Only then did Fu Zangzhou feel that something was wrong with the current situation.

No, very much, no.

It seems that the fog was lifted in an instant, and the memory came back.

He is obviously at home.

It's summer vacation.

Just like usual, he ate early in the morning, and while the sun was not strong, he sat on the roof of the building with the morning breeze blowing, addicted to playing a new game that was released this year.

then……

Then what happened?

A headache.

Fu Zangzhou couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

Then he was taken aback again.

The hand that was lost while holding the wall had an obvious "sense of presence" at this time.

He couldn't help staring at his hands again.

Although girls have always been envious of fair and good skin, he can be sure that he is not so white.

Pale to have a morbid sense of beauty.

Of course, as a hot-blooded young man yearning for a tough guy, Fu Zangzhou doesn't think there is any "beauty" in his skin being so white.

The first reaction was: dead white dead white, too scary.

Thinking of the word "death", his eyes suddenly changed again.

he……

I remembered.

When he was playing the game, he seemed to hear thunder.

Those who also thought about leaving the roof quickly lost their minds in an instant.

The feeling of numbness and severe pain spread throughout the body in the blink of an eye.

It took a while to react, and he was struck by lightning.

So I ran subconsciously—it was still possible to run—wanted to avoid the lightning strike.

Then, the brain seemed to be rusty and blunt, completely unresponsive to the suddenly changing environment.

It was clearly daytime, but now it was night.

He was clearly on the roof, but came to a house inexplicably.

Empty your mind and act on your instincts.

Seeing the light, he rushed over in a panic.

Thinking of this, Fu Zangzhou looked sideways at the window he "passed over".

The window was open, but obviously, he didn't do anything to jump over, but directly...

Pass through the wall.

So he is, is he dead?

Also, turned into a ghost?

There was too much information, and the whole person was stunned, not knowing how to react for a while.

Until a voice sounded: "Danying summoned him to find a secret recipe of the holy medicine, and your eyes may recover soon, my lord."

The man who was called "Master" showed an attitude of indifference, he only responded lightly, and then said: "If there is nothing to do, step back."

The young man at the bottom bowed and exited the hall in response to "Yes".

Fu Zangzhou woke up and didn't miss the message in the two people's words.

His thoughts were confused and he was overwhelmed, but he didn't think about anything at all.

Seeing that the young man who was supposed to be reporting to his boss had left, he ran up to the man who was still sitting in the first place and waved his hands curiously in front of him.

"Can't you see?"

"Ah, no... Even if you can see you, you can't see me, right?"

The foreword does not match the afterword.

The boy seemed to be talking to himself, or trying to talk to a man: "Where is this? Who are you? Why am I here? Hey, you are wearing an ancient costume..."

Thinking of something suddenly, Fu Zangzhou pulled his long hair violently, his eyes were dumbfounded.

Take a moment.

Lowering his head, he stared at his changed clothes in a daze.

He was wearing a tank top and shorts before, right?

He just shaved his cropped hair yesterday, right?

What is this all about?

Reborn?

No, is it resurrecting the soul from a dead body, or... time-traveling?

Is he... is he still?

Perhaps a mistake.

He must be dreaming!

Yes, dream!

Sometimes people know that they are dreaming when they are dreaming, just like him now, right?

The people who were sitting quietly finally moved.

Hearing the sound, Fu Zangzhou looked at the man standing up, and murmured: "It's so high," it's almost 1.9 meters, "Okay..."

That upright face is full of masculinity... so handsome!

There is a scar from the forehead to the left cheek, which is really cool!

Is it because he yearns to become such a tough guy, so he dreams of it?

Fu Zangzhou thought wildly.

At this moment the man walked towards the inner room.

The boy stayed where he was, and turned his head to look out the window.

I don't know when the thunder has disappeared.

A moment of hesitation.

Fu Zangzhou didn't follow behind the man, instead he went towards the window, tested it a bit, and then left the room in a hurry.

Even if it's a dream, after all, it feels quite real, and it's really rude to get involved in a stranger's private domain without permission.

Without Thunderclap, it's time to leave.

But, even though I left, I don't know where to go.

In the yard, the boy wandered aimlessly.

While walking around, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew up, making him float up.

It was as if the body was about to be blown away by the wind.

He was so scared that he let out an "ah", and felt that this was too cowardly, so he quickly gritted his teeth and shut up.

Float, float, and float out of the yard.

In a trance, as if a line of sight fell on him.

Fu Zangzhou, who tried his best to control his body from being "blown away", had no time to care about it.

The wind is far away and the sound is silent.

The night is deep and everything is quiet.

Qinzhou is the Ding'an Prefecture Road Government Office.

The city is located along the waterway of Lingjiang River, with boats coming and going, people coming and going, it is very lively and prosperous.

Another ship docked at the port.

Accompanied by the yelling of the boatman, the passengers boarded the shore one after another.

Among the crowd, there is one person who is particularly eye-catching.

He walked slowly, and it was a sunny day, but he was holding an oil-paper umbrella.

He seemed to be unaware of countless strange eyes cast on him.

Of course, no one would really meddle in their own business and say anything if they were wondering.

The young man has a flawless face, obviously spoiled and raised.

That black Daoist robe, the fabric is very extraordinary at first glance; the red dark pattern is very delicate, the embroidery skills of this dress must be superb.

In the eyes of passers-by, he felt that he was definitely not from an ordinary background, and ordinary people would not dare to offend easily.

Fu Zangzhou, who is "absolutely not of ordinary background", is carrying a linen package that does not match his temperament.

He holds an umbrella in his left hand and a small clay basin in his right hand;

There was an unremarkable weed in the pot... Maybe it was a wild flower.

Fu Zangzhou didn't care about the different gazes along the way.

Although, whether it is walking with weeds or holding an umbrella on a sunny day, it is definitely not out of his original intention to do something unique, but... a last resort.

At this moment, he didn't have the heart to think about these trivial matters, but only focused on the guards at the gate of Qinzhou City.

Hanging courage, carefully looked at.

People entering the city lined up in irregular lines.

When passing through the city gate, you have to take out documents to prove your identity, guides, or other public inspections.

The guards moved swiftly, and it didn't take long for Fu Zangzhou to arrive.

"Name. From where?"

"Fu, Fu Bai, from Jianan."

"Jianan? It's thousands of miles away from Qinzhou, what are you doing so far?"

The young man's heart was raised in his throat, but his face answered freely: "I'm originally from Jian'an Prefecture, and I passed the entrance examination in Jianan, so I need to go back to Beijing to take the provincial examination... This, this is Xiaosheng's guide..."

The guard looked at the guide Fu Zangzhou hastily took out, and then looked him up and down.

"Okay." His attitude changed from tough to soft, "Master, please go to the city."

Fu Zangzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but when he heard the title "Xianggong", he felt embarrassed.

Well, he is not good at liberal arts, he can guess that "Xianggong" should be an honorific title, but...

After being "influenced" by various modern costume dramas, being called "Xianggong" by a man makes my scalp feel a little numb!

Forget it, there's no need to think about these messes.

Fu Zangzhou soon became happy.

It seems that he can almost get rid of his status as a "black householder", as long as he doesn't pretend to be dead and really goes to the township examination, he will be fine.

After all, "Fu Bai" is a real person.

pity……

Sighing softly, Fu Zangzhou lowered his head slightly, and glanced at the unnamed weeds in the clay pot.

The young scholar died in a foreign land, turned into a lonely ghost, and had to support a weed to "linger on for a while".

Poor, poor.

After sympathizing with this scholar with the same surname and age, and even four or five points similar to himself in appearance, Fu Zangzhou shook his head secretly, and smiled wryly in his heart——

In fact, he has no right to say that others are pitiful.

My own situation is not much better than that of Fu Xiucai.

Anyway, Fu Xiucai died in his own country, but he...

These days, he can no longer use "dream" to hypnotize himself.

In this strange time and space, he, Fu Zangzhou, is just a visitor from another world with nowhere to go.

I don't know my future, I don't know where I came from.

It is not even clear whether he is alive or dead.

People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts.

Otherwise, in this winter, how comfortable it is for a person to bask in the sunny sun, does he need an umbrella to "shade the sun"!

It's not because of being exposed to the sun that the whole person feels unbearable.

It didn't reach the level that is common in film and television novels, where one's soul flies away when one sees the sun.

But, it's too hot!

Walking under the sun without an umbrella, it feels like an afternoon in the dog days, the skin is scorched, and the internal organs are steaming.

The point is, don't sweat it.

It won't really die from the heat, but for young people who haven't suffered much, the taste of patience is really hard to bear.

"Does the guest want to stay?"

The thoughts of horse racing were withdrawn immediately.

Fu Zangzhou regained his composure, raised his head slightly and saw the signboard of the inn.

stay……

It is completely possible to not need to sleep now, but the habit of being a living person cannot be abandoned for a while.

No plans to change either.

I haven't slept much for several days, I just feel extremely tired and need to take a rest.

Take a breather, and just have to think about what to do next.

Even if he crossed over and became what he is now... no matter how dazed he was, he still wanted to live.

Live well.

Without hesitation, under the warm invitation and guidance of the waiter, Fu Zangzhou stepped into the gate of the inn.

Suddenly, a key question came to mind.

"Excuse me, the shopkeeper, how much does it cost to live here for a day..." Money?

A sudden mechanical sound cut off his question.

There was a "ding dong" in my head, and a line of text seemed to appear in front of my eyes:

[A branch task has been detected. 】

[Please activate the 'Ghost King Cultivation System' first.Activate now?whether. 】

Huh?

Oh……

So, is there a system?

Fu Zangzhou was very surprised.but……

What does the ghost king develop? The name of this system is really rough and straightforward.