East city of Chang'an Mansion in summer, wing room on snowy night.
Zhang Yulang sighed and looked puzzled.
It's not like a dream at the moment. Everything around him is very real. He came here from a strange world without any reason. He can't be alone.
The room was filled with a cold smell like old vinegar, which invaded the nose and lungs, causing discomfort,
He shrugged his nose and leaned forward to lift the curtain of the bed.
At the bottom of the bed, an empty bucket stood there.
But this smell Slightly acidic.
Zhang Yulang looked around.
The room is not big, antique, elegant and unique, with fragrant fog.
The interior is slightly empty, with no books, no paintings, no grass, no flowers and no one If the bones are not human.
Not far away, there are two skeletons on the wooden shelf. Judging from the situation, the skeleton owner has been dead for a long time At least in years.
On the wall, within reach, hung a long sword, inserted in the scabbard.
Close to the bronze mirror, a strange face emerged, with blue face, sword eyebrows, hooked nose, wide starry eyes and mouth, young and white.
Who is this? Zhang Yulang was stunned at the moment, blinking at the bronze mirror and grinning, stretching out his tongue and shaking his head.
The face of the bronze mirror synchronizes all actions.
This is me?
Who am I?
In the stupor, a huge amount of information suddenly came, forcefully invaded the mind, mixed with the original memory, and quickly separated, clearly on both sides.
His brow wrinkled, clearing up the mottled information in his head.
In this world, there are three streams, five major elements and eight secret doors.
Now this body is called Zhang Yulang. He is only 18 years old. His parents are linked together and they live together with his sister.
As the saying goes, parents worship heaven with boundless power. Zhang Yulang is also not simple.
His identity is clearly that he is a Yamen messenger of Chang'an Mansion in the Great Xia Dynasty I just went to work for ten days and got a monthly salary of twenty-eight dollars. I drank a little wine every day and listened to music. After work, I was very happy to tease beautiful women.
Secret identity is the disciple of the eight secret sects That is, assassins, who form a sect with a group of people with unique skills and similar ideals, and follow the belief of "serving the people and the world" to do the great cause of knowing that "heroes will never return". They will eliminate bullies, clean up corrupt officials, and put their heads in their pants.
His mother was a little girl. She died of a blood avalanche on the full moon day of the year he was born.
It is said that it is difficult to give birth My sister said. Zhang Yulang, who is still young, once believed it.
My sister loved him and loved him since childhood, especially when he was working against her.
Because the elder sister should strike the younger brother as early as possible and use it flexibly.
The first 18 years of his life were full of nightmarish memories, and occasionally some warm images emerged But few.
His father was one of the eight secret sects, and he died in a "carefully planned" assassination 17 years ago.
Although my father went, he left him the ring, martial arts and contact information that symbolized the identity of the Suo Ming Clan The disciples were ordered to pass it on from generation to generation. The father died and the son took his place.
He was only two years old that year, and his sister was four years old. Since then, the sister and brother have depended on each other Later, he was taken in by his uncle and brought up.
He was a good young man in his previous life. After graduation, he started his own business successfully, relying on his girlfriend Soft food, make progress every day, and strive to reach the first bucket of gold and reach the peak of life
Suddenly, the eighteen year old dragon jade pendant around his neck became hot and brought him here.
Zhang Yulang silently digested his memory and soon sorted out the current situation.
He was raised by his uncle when he was young. He had a big appetite when he was young, but he had to eat more than 50 taels of silver every year This is half of my uncle's salary. So he was hated by his young aunt.
But my aunt likes my sister very much.
My sister is cute, sensible, gentle and charming. The most important thing is My sister only needs ten taels of food every year Only one tenth of my uncle's annual salary.
My aunt is a lady from a large family. When she was 15 years old, she married her uncle who was nearly 30 years old. It has been 16 years since then.
They have no children and no daughters, so they look on their elder sister as if she were their own, especially doting on her.
When Zhang Yulang was seventeen years old, he was forced by his aunt step by step and had to move to an old house nearby to live alone.
He doesn't have the acting skills of the movie king level and the temperament that appeals to his aunt. Naturally, he can't be like his sister. He is still in foster care at his uncle's house when he is 20 years old. No one urges him to marry and eat and play.
Zhang Yulang had no choice but to envy him.
Now, the Yamen Runner's job is still through his uncle's nepotism It was a matter of pride. How many people could not compete for this golden job.
But Zhang Yulang was worried.
Under the pressure of his uncle, he had to obey the arrangement and became a small yamen messenger. In fact, he was a little ashamed of the three melons and two dates in the yamen. He had to get up early and work late every day.
One year ago, he had already contacted the Life Gate through the contact information left by his father, and successfully received the 17 year settlement fee from the headquarters A large sum of money is enough for him to spend a long time.
This money is his confidence to face his aunt's pressure and move to the old house nearby.
Ten thousand taels of silver.
But that is history. Ten thousand taels of silver were squandered by my sister three months ago.
By the time his soul came through, he had only twelve coins in his pocket.
This is all the stuff.
Zhang Yulang felt cold, stopped thinking and sighed sadly, "Alas, the beginning was whiteboard mode..."
Such a difficult situation If only I could come three months earlier, I could at least inherit a large amount of money.
Daxia does not belong to any era in ancient times. It is roughly equivalent to the state of the Tang and Song dynasties. The monarch is the heaven, and there are ants under the royal power. What is human rights?
The poor, who have no money and no status, have a hard time in this long winter in Chang'an City, in the extremely cold and harsh climate. People often freeze to death on the roadside.
Winter is no less than a disaster for the poor. If they can't survive, they will be cool.
Zhumen's wine and meat smell, and the road has frozen bones. It is highly matched and suitable for this era.
A couple of silver, I want to wait until next month's salary There are still twenty days left
In such a horrible scene, he just felt a chill on his back, and his scalp felt numb.
"The dragon jade pendant, why don't you take me back?"
In the room, Zhang Yulang sounded a tentative cry for help.
The dragon jade pendant did not respond.
He looked eager and shouted with expectation: "Space father... system grandfather... I will starve to death here, help?!"
There was silence all around, and no one paid any attention to him.
The dragon jade pendant, space and system all failed to respond.
Zhang Yulang's heart suddenly turned grey.
There is no external connection and no system, which means that with the current total assets of one or two dollars, we can only persist for three days at most, and then we will run out of money and food.
He is penniless and Cang has no grain of rice. With his appetite, he should starve to death in the cold winter night.
It's not supposed to be, it's definitely!
At that time, his strong body will be skin and bone hungry, his handsome face will be withered, and his eyes will be deeply sunken.
It makes me shudder to think of such a situation!
When I moved out of my aunt's house, I stood outside the door with ten thousand silver taels in my hand and swore to put down the cruel words:
"Even if I starve to death, I will never step into your door again!"
Zhang Yulang, with strong iron, will not eat his uncle's food if he starves to death.
His heart sank at the thought.
There is no way out now.
The beautiful vision that I had just passed through is now gone, leaving only anxiety and endless fear.
