Chapter 1 Confessions of a time traveler

The setting sun is like blood, and the clouds in the sky are reflected like fire.

The golden afterglow slanted into the house through the missing window lattice, and countless tiny dusts flew freely in the air.

On the shelves, gold-painted paper ingots shone brightly, and stacks of paper money, as white as snow, were scattered all over the floor.

The red candle lit on the counter next to her flickered unsteadily, reflecting the smile of the girl tied with paper under the table, which seemed a little strange.

This is a ghost shop.

Suddenly, a pale palm suddenly touched the counter.

The sharp nails gripped the counter tightly, leaving scratch marks and making a harsh sound. The blue meridians on the back of the hand were particularly obvious under the light.

It can be seen that he works hard.

Then there is the second hand,

Then use both hands together,

Hold on!

I saw a pale face emerging from under the counter, with sunken eye sockets and thick dark circles, like a drug addict who had only a few days to live.

He glanced around the room in confusion, thoughts flashing in his eyes.

Then he casually grabbed the teapot that had been cold for who knows how long on the table, and poured it into the spout.

The coolness dispelled the burning dryness in my throat, and the memories in my mind gradually came to life.

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My name is Fang Chang, I am male and I like women.

I'm playing a game called "Fairy and Demon".

I've traveled through time.

Everyone has the same opportunity to travel through time, and I am just one of them. I calmly accepted the gift given to me by fate.

This is a country similar to the ancient dynasty in the East, called Datang.

But the emperor's surname was neither Li nor Wu.

This is the 312th year of the Tang Dynasty and the fourth year of Yongtai.

This is Annan Road, Wanchuan Prefecture, and Qianzhu County in Tang Dynasty.

I am the No. 1 heir to the shop at No. 88 Changliu Street in the county, the Shengshengzhai.

As a time traveler, I followed the tradition of all the time traveler predecessors and killed my father as soon as I came here.

He died suddenly and passed away peacefully, there should be no pain...right?

Of course, my mother is already gone.

At the beginning, my parents were offering sacrifices to heaven, and I thought I was about to take off.

Improved papermaking, movable type printing, glass making, soap making, perfume making, gunpowder making...

I am ready.

Let wealth come more violently!

Fertile fields, mountains full of gold and silver, mansions and servants, delicacies, wives and concubines...

No!

It’s gone, nothing is gone!

The paper here is whiter than my face, printing technology has been improved a long time ago, and even glass soap is available!

If I am so arrogant, what kind of time traveler should I be?!

Don't be such a bully!

I was depressed and felt that life was like this.

Until that night.

The wind was strong and my butt was slightly cold.

I suddenly had an urgent need to urinate. As soon as I entered the latrine and squatted down, I found three thieves climbing over the backyard fence.

I didn't make a sound.

Because they looked tall and strong, and they had knives on their waists.

I understand the rules of the world.

If you look at their faces, seeking wealth will turn into murder.

I thought they would just take some stuff and leave.

Anyway, I had already buried the dozens of taels of silver at home. The most they could do was take some paper money home and burn it to their motherfuckers.

Not long after, the two thieves fled from the house in panic, as if they had encountered some monster, and they did not even dare to look back.

I secretly despised them and then shook my pants.

You are already a thief, yet you are so cowardly.

Um?

Why are there only two people and one more?

Then I saw my paper girl standing at the door with a bloody paper knife in her hand, smiling blankly at me.

It was a paper figurine made by my father, and I helped apply the blush on the face.

I'm so fucking depressed!

I hid in the toilet all night, and I didn't dare to come out until three o'clock in the morning, when the yang energy in the world was at its strongest.

Then I saw the paper girl from yesterday standing in the shadow behind the door, smiling happily, motionless, and looking innocent.

At her feet was a man whose body and head were separated. His head rolled to the side like a ball, and the blood on the ground had dried.

I know this face full of fear, he is the gangster on the street.

I knew I was in trouble.

When the two escaped gangsters come to their senses, whether they go to the government to report the crime or continue to bring people to take revenge, I will not be able to escape.

Unfortunately, I can't report the crime myself because the explanation is unclear.

Of course, they may be scared to death and dare not say anything.

But I don't believe in their professional code.

Dad, dad.

You will die when you die, but you have to pass on your magic power to me before you die.

When I saw the paper girl protecting the house, I didn't know that my father was actually a strange folk figure.

I spent a lot of effort to bury Wang Er's body in the backyard.

I don’t dare to go even if it’s buried far away.

Then I went to dig through my father's belongings, thinking that I should leave a few magic weapons for me.

Not greedy either.

At least let me know how to control the paper man.

After all, the little girl looks quite fierce.

Hard work pays off.

I found a fragment of the manuscript under the shrine where my father worshiped. It was said to be a fragment, but in fact it was only three pages.

There is a page about introducing Qi into the body, a page about making a puppet, and a page about a suicide note.

The suicide note was written by my father.

It said that if I have the fate to find this method, I can try to enter the immortal path of cultivation. Otherwise, if I don't have enough luck, forcing myself to practice will only harm others and myself.

Also, just don't try to avenge him.

revenge???

Gan!

I don't want to take revenge at all!

And you should at least tell me who your enemy is, otherwise I will not be able to avoid him in the future.

The more I dare not delay.

Even a man as powerful as my father would not dare to take revenge. If my enemy knew that he still had a son alive, would I still have a chance to survive?

But when I looked at the chapter on Introducing Qi into the Body, I found that this thing does not seem to be an orthodox practice method, and there are actually some rituals required.
To be continued...