Life could not be restarted.
But it did not mean that there was no next life after death!
Fang Xian was very clear about this, because he himself was a transmigrator.
Ever since he died in his previous life, he came to this world.
Early in the morning, the alarm clock rang.
Fang Xian got up, washed up, and looked at his pale face in the mirror, as well as the dark circles and eye bags under his eyes. He could not help but smile bitterly and mumble to himself, "Who was it that said that transmigrators would definitely have a golden finger and would be able to prosper?"
He used his more than 20 years of transmigrating to prove that a salted fish would still be a salted fish after transmigrating!
This was a technologically advanced world that could even sail through the stars. The level of civilization was much higher than his previous life.
Therefore, the things like the necessity of transmigrating to ancient times, the primitive methods of chemical fertilizers and steel making could be shot to death — nonsense!
Because the historical development was completely different, there was no hope for the urban economy that wanted to follow the trend to reap benefits — bad review!
As for moving the classics of civilization?
Hehe … Fang Xian sadly found that he could not even write down the first chapter of the four classics! And if he only remembered the outline of the plot, he would not have the writing skills to perfectly interpret it.
Needless to say, the spiritual food of this interstellar civilization was plentiful. There were countless famous masters, and it was wishful thinking to become famous overnight!
The most important thing was that Fang Xian found that there was a problem with his mentality. In conclusion, being a salted fish was not scary, what was scary was that his own heart had become a salted fish.
"So be it if I live in the lower class for the rest of my life. Anyway, living one more day is worth it … Living an ordinary life is the real thing, living an ignoble life is a blessing …"
After a round of self-hypnosis, Fang Xian smoothly accepted the fact that his family was a loser. He hurriedly took care of his stomach and opened the door.
The place he was in was a two-storey concrete building. The second floor was occupied, and the first floor was a shop. The slightly old signboard was printed with the words "Fang Ji Pawnshop."
This was Fang Xian's biggest asset and daily income.
"Unfortunately … under the premise that there are a lot of undeveloped planets, real estate is not very valuable … Sigh, why am I thinking so much? I'll work hard to earn money every day, seize the opportunity to go on blind dates, marry a wife who isn't that pretty but is passable, have a few children, and then my life will be over … "
Fang Xian looked at the empty hall and brewed a pot of tea for himself. He didn't care at all.
His pawnshop was like this. There was basically no business, and he wouldn't starve to death even if he didn't have enough to eat.
"It seems like there isn't much business today. Why don't I just close the door and go online? I still have a mission in 'Legends of the Great Old Days' …"
This world's technology was very advanced, and games that were 100% virtual reality had already appeared. It gave people an immersive feeling, and there were countless people in the civilian area who were addicted to it. Some people even couldn't tell the difference between virtual reality and reality, and some netizens who got married in the game and planned to spend the rest of their lives together were not uncommon.
Although Fang Xian wasn't addicted to it, he couldn't help but rely on mental food to pass the time.
"Hehe … Maybe this is the intention of those big bosses in the elite zone. In order to relieve pressure and conflict, they use virtual games to numb people like us. Sigh … social class, civilization development …"
He muttered, then smiled bitterly, "So what if I can see it clearly? I'm just a small character. Firstly, I don't have the strength, and secondly, I don't have the mood. Do whatever you want … "
Fang Xian drank a mouthful of fragrant tea and was about to close the door to play games. Suddenly, a figure flashed at the door, and a tall and thin middle-aged man walked in.
He was in his thirties or forties, and his hair was messy like a chicken's nest. His cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were bloodshot.
'How long have you been playing the game …'
Fang Xian secretly cursed, but a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Customer, are you pawning it or redeeming it?"
"Pawn!"
The middle-aged man threw a small black cloth bag on the table. After opening it, there was an ancient paper book inside.
'Yo … antique …'
Fang Xian was delighted.
In this era, the way to store information had long become various electronic media. This kind of paper book was really rare, and the upper-class community seemed to have a retro trend recently. This kind of ancient book could be decorated and sent to a large auction house for a good price.
The antique business was originally a business that didn't open for three years, but when it did, it would eat for three years.
Without changing his expression, he put on the gloves and began to carefully examine the book.
The cover of the book was dark black, and the words on it were unknown to Fang Xian.
After opening it, the paper inside was also a bit strange. It had a light yellow color, and was relatively thick. Even through the gloves, there was an indescribable feeling when touching it.
'Parchment paper? Only seven pages, thinner than I thought … But this text, could it be an alien language? '
There were too many languages developed on a planet, but Fang Xian could confirm that this was not the language of this planet.
He frowned and said, "It's difficult to decipher, so I can't confirm the content, origin, rare or unique … This price … I don't know if the customer wants to pawn it alive or dead?"
"Dead, I don't want to see it again …"
The middle-aged man's lips trembled, and his eyes seemed to reveal an incomparable fear.
"Could it be stolen goods?"
Fang Xian's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, with his silver tongue, he began to fiercely bargain the price, and finally bought the ancient book at a very reasonable price.
"I've made a profit, I've really made a profit today!"
After sending the middle-aged man away, Fang Xian stopped doing business and closed the door. A trace of excitement appeared on his face as he carefully examined the treasure he had received.
"Hmm … I can't even find it on the Internet. Looks like it's a very small language …"
Looking at the countless black worm-like words, Fang Xian suddenly felt a little dizzy.
The twisted words with an indescribable color seemed to have a life of their own, and slowly wriggled.
"Interesting …"
Fang Xian knew that there was a kind of 'Peripheral Drift Illusion' pattern on the Internet. It was clearly static, but it could make people feel that it was moving.
The words in this book seemed to have some kind of meaning in this regard.
He took off the gloves and touched the book, and that indescribable feeling became even stronger.
Fang Xian's mind unconsciously began to wander, and he began to think about the origin of this ancient book.
"Hiss … hiss …"
There was a burst of noise next to his ear, and it seemed that an illusion appeared in front of his eyes.
It was a trembling hand, and its owner had a crazed expression on his face. He was copying something from a large book.
Around the large book was an altar filled with blood and organs, and it was filled with a horrifying atmosphere.
The scene changed, and this book started to circulate in the hands of different people, bringing them terrible misfortune.
In the end, it was pawned by the previous owner, and it fell into his own hands.
"This is … an illusion? I've played too many games, and I can't tell the difference between virtual and reality. No way, right? I don't want to go to a mental hospital … And this book, is it a book of misfortune? It might be a good gimmick, but why do I think it's a book of misfortune? "
Fang Xian kept panting, and his expression kept changing. "I should give it a name … Book of Inexplicable? Mystic Earth Sutra? No, no, I'll call it Dongxuan Transcript. Huh? "
He looked at the cover of the black book, and his expression suddenly froze.
The words, which were originally twisted like earthworms, wriggled and combined in front of his eyes. They became comprehensible and formed the words "Dongxuan Secret Record."
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