Chapter 558: The Outer World

A place outside the square.

Snap!

A leather whip dipped in water hit his body, causing burning pain.

‘Dare you hit me? ’

Fang Xing had just woken up from ignorance, and subconsciously wanted to mobilize the power of law.

But my heart suddenly became cold.

‘The power of law does not respond. Is this a world similar to that of a charioteer? This body possessed by my soul has decayed essence and blood, and is weak...too weak...'

He bared his teeth and looked around, and saw several boys and girls in ragged clothes. Some of them had gloating smiles on their lips. Of course, most of them were afraid.

Right in front of him, an oriental man wearing a blood-colored robe and dressed like an ancient man was holding a whip in his hand and looked at him fiercely: "You 'paper slaves' remember, every other month you must pay Ten pieces of 'blood paper', if one is missing, it will be a whip... If there are more than five pieces missing, hey, you don't have to live. "

‘This original body is a bit miserable... does it seem to be a slave? ’

‘You still have to complete the task, but now you have a vacancy and are being punished? ’

Fang Xing's heart moved: 'No... Where is my true self? ’

Boom!

At this moment, a series of memories emerged, causing his vision to go dark and he fainted.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a small wooden house.

The wooden house was built with palisades, with air leakage from all sides, and was covered with straw.

Next to him, someone seemed to be cutting his own clothes.

Well, this mission was missing three 'blood papers', so the boy was whipped three times, and three blood marks appeared on his back.

The key is that the clothing fibers are mixed with flesh and blood, making it very difficult to process.

It's a little easier to cut the clothes directly.

As soon as his eyes moved, he saw a girl.

The other party was wearing a green sarong, with plump breasts, peach cheeks and almond-shaped eyes, and a romantic mole on the corner of her mouth. She looked older than her actual age.

A series of memories emerged, allowing him to know the name of the girl in front of him: "Taohong, thank you..."

"Hmph, this is the golden sore medicine I treasure at home... there isn't much left."

Taohong's hands were sharp and her words were faster: "Remember that I saved you this time and gave you medicine. Next time you have to pay me back two pieces of 'blood paper'..."

"Just two, can you give me some water..."

Fang Xing felt that his lips were so dry that they were almost torn, and his throat was burning.

In all the time travels over the years, it seems that nothing has been worse than this time.

"Hey... why do you feel like you've been whipped a few times, but it feels much better than before..."

Taohong smiled, stood up, and soon took a pottery bowl with a chipped mouth and placed it in front of Fang Xing: "Master Fang, enjoy it... I have to leave!"

The wooden door slammed shut.

Fang Xing took a slow sip of water, grinning in every move, and then silently closed his eyes, recalling the memory of his original body he had just obtained.

‘The land beyond, the Great Zhou Dynasty…’

‘This person is also called ‘Fang Xing’. He was born in a poor family. Later he suffered a great disaster and was kidnapped as a slave by the demons of the Blood Shadow Sect…’

‘This is the land beyond, where there are immortals who ride the wind and wield swords and demons who do evil. Further north is the Great Zhou Dynasty, a place that countless ordinary people yearn for...'

"The land beyond is in chaos and is ruled by the ten major sects of good and evil... There are also monks here who can practice, but the methods are different."

"The righteous sect can draw spells, make flying swords, pray for freedom, and make elixirs...the evil sect is good at exorcising corpses, shadow puppets, origami, and inviting gods..."

"No matter good or evil, they are all targets of the Great Zhou Dynasty. In other words, they can't survive in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so they came to this place to establish a sect..."

"The original family was under the rule of the evil sect 'Blood Shadow Sect' and their life was worse than death. This time it seems that because taxes were not paid in time or something, many people were demoted as slaves..."

"Actually, it's okay to be a slave. If it's a zombie sect, then all of them will be turned into zombies..."

"In the Blood Shadow Sect, there are paper slaves, medicine men, beast slaves, etc... The mortality rate is very high. The original body has been holding on for a long time. At this time, it is already a lone star of the evil. His family is dead, and he himself will not die soon. …And then he was possessed by a trace of my soul and was reborn?”

After clarifying the ins and outs, Fang Xing's expression became very solemn: "If this continues, I will die soon... Unless, I can successfully cultivate and become one of the Blood Shadow Sect's own..."

When he was just kidnapped, the Blood Shadow Sect did a test and taught him the introductory skills, but he accomplished nothing.

Fang Xing silently recalled: "Well, in order to start practicing in this world, it seems that you also need some kind of physical 'talent'. You must first sense a certain special aura, and then you can absorb and cultivate... enter the 'aura sensing realm', and then lay the foundation of the Tao." ""

"The original body can't even pass the first level, what about me?"

Fang Xing felt it and couldn't help but shake his head: "It seems to be about the same... I'm really going to die this time."

Although the original person is only sixteen years old, he has been a 'paper slave' for more than half a year.

The so-called "blood paper" needs to be nourished by one's own essence and blood to be achieved. Each time one is made, a lot of lifespan will be consumed.

Therefore, the formal disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect never do this, they always let the paper slaves do it.

This is also the reason why Fang Xing saw that each of these paper slaves was exhausted and looked like they would not survive until twenty-five.

"My true immortal body was destroyed, and I only have a trace of the imprint of my soul. I am extremely weak...I am also unable to sense the strange energy in the void..."

suddenly.

Fang Xing's expression changed.

It's one thing to find that you can't practice, but there's another important thing: "I'm just a clone, where is my true body? Where is my true body that is so big?"

If the clone that cultivates immortality is destroyed, it will be destroyed, but if the main body is destroyed, the problem will be big.

"I can sense that... I am indeed in this big world, but my state is very strange, as if I have fallen into a deep sleep. Could it be... that it is the reason for suppressing that transcendent inheritance?"

Fang Xing's face was as sinking as water.

"It seems like my immortal clone cannot die easily... Otherwise, the main body cannot be awakened, and the follow-up will be very troublesome..."

"Power, I need it as soon as possible!"

If you are not a Taoist in the Fourteenth Realm, you will have such embarrassment.

The avenue is eternal, but the laws will vary from world to world. In a world that is isolated from the fluctuations of the laws, one's eyesight will go dark.

…

After resting for a few hours, Fang Xing walked out of his wooden house.

As far as the eye can see, there is a valley shrouded in mist.

There are hundreds of wooden houses scattered around, all looking dilapidated.

There is also a river passing by. This small river is not clear, but has a bit of a stench.

Because above the river, there is a magnificent building, which is the 'Paper Mill'.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

"Blood paper is a necessary thing for the monks of the Blood Shadow Sect to practice 'origami'. It is made of various barks and burlap...after nineteen procedures such as beating, precipitation, and bleaching, it finally becomes a pool of raw material. Pulp'...The job of the paper slave is to use the 'papermaking net' to fish out the paper and dry it...In this process, you need to feed it with your own essence and blood to make the finished 'blood paper'..."

"Based on this body, this kind of magic method is too destructive of vitality. It will consume nearly ten years of life in one month..."

"I've been here for more than half a year, and I couldn't even complete the last mission... Apparently I'm on the verge of being eliminated..."

Gu Gu!

Just as Fang Xing was thinking deeply, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

"The feeling of hunger? How long has it been since?"

"No matter how strong your will is, if there is no strong physical support, it will gradually deteriorate..."

"The human body is such a burden, but it cannot be discarded. We have to provide it with exquisite food, warm clothes, and a comfortable environment to prevent it from getting sick or going on strike..."

Fang Xing sighed quietly and looked towards the dining hall.

In order to support their group of paper slaves, the Blood Shadow Sect will provide at least three meals.

But he looked up again and found that it was already night, and he could only see a few stars.

Obviously, the uncles in the cafeteria couldn't wait until now.

He took a few steps and heard the men's low-pitched gasps and the women's sobs coming from the nearby wooden house.

"Well, it seems that it is not convenient for everyone, so we should rely on our own efforts..."

Fang Xing observed that this valley area was very large.

He came to the river, frowned slightly, and looked at the paper mill.

After walking some distance, we came to the upstream of the paper mill.

The river water here is much clearer, and there are shadows on the bottom of the river, as if there are fish.

Fang Xing held a sharpened branch and waited quietly.

Plop!

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he thrust the stick into the water!

When he took action, he sighed in his heart: "I made a mistake... This body is really bad... The injury on my back also affected my strength."

Sure enough, when the wooden stick was thrust into the water, it didn't hit anything. Instead, it scared away a fish.

"The position at the entrance of the valley is guarded by monks, and there may be formations and others..."

"If you want to leave, maybe you can consider the bottom of the river? But the breath holding time of mortals is very problematic..."

Fang Xing came to another place, his eyes wandering aimlessly.

suddenly!

Plop!

He stabbed the wooden stick into the water and pulled out a black-backed carp.

Bang bang!

The carp landed on the ground, not dead for a moment, but still flopping.

Fang Xing stepped forward, picked up a stone, and randomly smashed a spot between the two fish eyes.

This is where the fish's brain is located. If you hit it, the fish will stop moving.

"We can make grilled fish later..."

"The weak eat the strong, this is the way of nature..."

Just when Fang Xing was sighing, boom!

In front of his eyes, the phantom of a broken horn with black golden patterns appeared, and then turned into streams of data:

[Name: Fang Xing]

【Age: 16/25】

[Discovered profession: Druid! Are you employed? whether? 】

…

"This is... the attribute panel? No... I'm just a clone and can't control the attribute panel. It's just a brand new power displayed in the attribute panel way I'm most familiar with..."

"Is this actually a transcendent inheritance? After I suppressed that inheritance, I passed on the parts that I could already understand... and through the inauguration of Druid, the continuous upgrading is the process of constantly digesting this inheritance?"

Fang Xing instantly understood the cause and effect, and glanced at his age again: "This body is 16 years old, can it only live to 25 years old? Sure enough, it has lost a lot of essence and blood, and its life span has been shortened a lot..."

"I need strength now. Let's take office!"