Can everything depend on luck?

I secretly bought the materials needed to decorate the ceremony. After hesitating for two days, I decided to put it together.

Because I found a few familiar gangsters lingering outside the yard.

That was the acquaintance of gangster Wang Er.

And Wang Er is buried under my feet.

I started the ritual, wish me luck.

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…

…

"Did you make it?"

Fang Chang blinked and felt a phantom suddenly shaking in front of his eyes.

Just like the black-and-white TV set he had seen at the antique market, the screen would flicker every time the channel jumped.

He thought about it.

Then I patted my head and the picture stabilized.

It was a small golden finger-like pattern that stayed just below his field of vision, flickering and shining with golden light.

Fang Chang couldn't help but be silent for two seconds.

Because he knows this thing.

It was the skill icon in the game "Fairy and Demon" he played.

Writing is a cheat, reading is an appraisal, a basic skill of the game.

What a shabby Goldfinger, you’re still late.

Fang Chang silently threw an identification spell on himself.

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Name: Fang Chang

Race: Human race

Level:3(23/30)

Realm: ordinary

Occupation: Puppet Master LV1

Physique: Mutated spirit body (unnamed) - a physique resulting from the fusion of mysterious powers, the effect is unknown? (please explore on your own)

Boy's Body - Cultivation speed increased by 5% (can be upgraded)

Root bone: 66

Luck: 1

Karma: 0

Life span: 18/35 (discounted longevity)

HP: 12/24 (weak)

Physical value: 3/12 (extremely hungry)

Attributes: Strength 1.5, Constitution 0.8, Agility 1.1, Spirit 2.0

Mana:1/2

Kung Fu: Introducing Qi into the body (middle level)

Spiritual art: paper puppet art (high-grade magic)

Equipment: None

Alignment: None

Title: None

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After staring at the panel for a long time, Fang Chang put it away with some lack of interest, muttering the beautiful mother tongue from his hometown.

Lose your life!!!

I think that when I was young and a good-looking man, I could only live to be thirty-five?!

Fang Chang was completely exhausted.

Only then did he understand that the so-called ritual of introducing Qi into the body was essentially an exchange of sacrifices, trading lives for krypton gold to upgrade.

No wonder his father died so early.

After all, looking at his face, he doesn't look like a short-lived person.

Of course, he was able to successfully introduce the martial arts, master the magic power at the mundane stage, and activate the golden finger, all because of this ritual.

Although there are only two points of mana...

After using it once for identification, only a little was left.

"Yaoshou!"

Fang Chang looked up to the sky and sighed, then touched his belly and went into the kitchen, deciding to eat before talking.

…

The afterglow dissipates and night falls.

In the kitchen.

While Fang Chang was nibbling on the cold and hard steamed buns, he raised a piece of dried ginseng as thick as his thumb and stuffed it into his mouth.

The posture was as if this was not a wild ginseng that had been treasured for decades, but a pickled vegetable bangzi that had just been dug out of the jar.

But with this wild ginseng in his belly, Fang Chang finally felt like he was alive.

A hot breath continued to spread in his stomach, and his whole body felt warm. Fang Chang couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally had enough to eat and drink.

Fang Chang resisted the urge to throw identification skills on himself.

He only has two mana points. He just used the identification spell once, and if he uses it again, he will have no mana left.

In "Fairy and Demon", mana can be restored over time by itself, or you can meditate and adjust your breath to speed up the recovery.

I don't know if it's the same here.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

Wang Er's accomplice may be staying outside the house, and he doesn't know when he will lose his patience. The later it is, the more dangerous it will be.

He must master the power to protect himself as soon as possible.

Fang Chang stood in front of his bedroom door, took a deep breath, and then pushed it gently.

Inside the room, there was a little girl tied with paper, wearing blush, smiling happily, and looking straight at him with a pair of big dark eyes.

"long time no see."

Fang Chang smiled dryly at the girl and put the knife in his sleeve conditionally.

Although he knew that she would not hurt him, Fang Chang still felt a little panicked.

In the game, he can dominate the world and make waves, with a posture that makes me blind even if God doesn't kill me.

But in reality, he is just a somewhat boring otaku.

After traveling through time, all he wanted at first was to be a rich man. No matter how greedy he was, he could only have a few wives.

But who would have thought that this is still a world full of gods and ghosts.

He understood that if he still had the idea of ​​being rich and content with the situation, he would probably die without knowing how he would die in the future.

Fang Chang approached the paper girl step by step.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the house.

The paper girl suddenly blinked at him.

Protruding!

Fang Chang's hair stood on end immediately, but at this moment he showed a different ferocity than usual.

He took two quick steps, cut the palm of his hand with the knife in his sleeve, and pressed it directly on the head of the paper girl.

Blood flowed across the face of the paper girl, and the remaining mana spat out.

"Paper puppetry!"
To be continued...