The little steel cannon Zheng Shan took three steps and coughed, took ten steps and coughed loudly. He put the map on the table, walked into [Bai Li Village], and disappeared.

in an instant,

The gray-brown mist poured in from outside the prison of the heart, squirming like a living thing, and soon filled Zheng Xiu, wrapping him up.

After a moment of spinning in front of his eyes, the faint gray fog seemed to be gently smoothed away by a pair of smooth hands, and Zheng Xiu's eyes suddenly became clear.

The magnanimous official road goes straight forward.

Dark clouds cover the top of the head, sometimes rolling, sometimes stopping, and a storm is coming.

The official road extends into the distance, and at the end is the looming green mountain with light ink and plain makeup.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

At this moment, his field of vision is a head higher than usual, his shoulders are bulging, and he looks powerful. Overall, he can be called a "tough-backed, bear-waisted" figure.

"It's... so realistic."

Zheng Xiu hardened his fists and squeezed. He found that he had become "Zheng Shan" in every sense of the word.

When Zheng Xiu became familiar with the changes of the incarnation.

The copy named "Ghost Monster" doesn't intend to leave him idle.

Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes. It was as if he had floaters in his field of vision. He saw lines of twisted text.

[In order to seek a livelihood, you are heading west to the imperial city. 】

[When you came here, your horse died miserably because it was overwhelmed and foamed at the mouth.]

[You couldn’t bear the corpse of your beloved horse to be exposed in the wilderness, so you spent a long time digging the grave and erecting a monument for your beloved horse Xin’er, which made you feel sad. When you looked up, it was almost dark.]

[You sighed: Since ancient times, there has been so much passion and hatred, and this hatred lasts forever.]

It's the narration.

"?"

This incarnation [Zheng Shan] is such a sentimental character?

Zheng Xiu watched the "narrator" performance quietly.

[You have been weak and sick since childhood, so you can only walk on foot. You plan to walk to a nearby market, use all your money to buy a horse, and start on the road again. 】

【Tomorrow will be a beautiful and sunny day.】

[You raised your head again and frowned, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition.]

[For some reason, you have a premonition in your heart that you will never see the morning glow again.]

[So in order to be brave, you laughed three times and said:]

As the words faded away, Zheng Xiu was so fascinated that he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh:

"Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows! Hahahahaha! Cough cough cough..."

This seems to trigger the avatar's "intuitive" quality.

After a violent cough, Zheng Xiu touched his arms and took out a silk scarf to cover his mouth and nose. The blood was stained red.

When Zheng Xiu saw the blood, everyone was stunned. This was more than just a sign of being weak and sick. Wasn't it obvious that he was about to die?

Zheng Xiu waited for a while.

After the words faded away, there was no sound.

Zheng Xiu shrugged, probably understanding.

According to the "rules", this is Guixi's "mission".

The weak and sickly macho painter needs to overcome difficulties and obstacles to see the dawn of tomorrow.

Zheng Xiu nodded silently, clenched his fist, and said to himself that it was not difficult.

While digesting the unfamiliar "rules" in his memory, Zheng Xiu walked forward along the straight official road, while feeling the body of "Zheng Shan".

He looked at the blood-stained silk scarf in his hand, thought about it for a moment, then opened the bag behind him and rummaged through it.

There are a lot of sundries in the suitcase.

A bag of broken silver.

A paintbrush for split hairs.

An old bronze mirror.

Three pairs of obscene pants.

Two sets of clothing.

Putting away the others, Zheng Xiu raised the bronze mirror and was wondering why a decent painter would wear a bronze mirror. The next second he fell in love with the beauty of the macho man in the mirror, and his eyes seemed to shine through the mirror.

Soaring into the sky made Zheng Xiu almost unable to extricate himself.

Zheng Xiu smiled and doubled the [Appearance] attribute, which was extremely lethal, reaching the point of "killing a thousand enemies and damaging yourself two thousand".

All in all, the appearance of [Zheng Shan]'s incarnation is 90% similar to Zheng Xiu's original body, except for the addition of thirty-six points of [Appearance] blessing, so there is not much difference.

Zheng Xiu quickly adapted to the incarnation's "weak" physique.

it's not a big deal.

There are always more difficulties than solutions.

Zheng Xiu felt at ease.

Zheng Xiu finally walked a mile, the last dim light outside the mountain completely disappeared, and the night began to fall.

Next to the official road, a dilapidated wooden sign was erected.

Zheng Xiu took a closer look and saw that there was a path next to the wooden sign that went deep into the forest. According to the guidance of the wooden sign, it seemed that he could reach Baili Village by following the path.

There is also a line of warnings from villagers below.

【There are vicious bandits nearby!】

"Crash-"

At this time, the heavy rain finally fell, and as soon as it fell, Wang Zhao drowned Zheng Xiu head and head.

The long-lost narration appears again.

[The downpour falls, and you hesitate, thinking that you will not be able to continue on your way tonight, so you make a decision. 】

[1. Go left and go to Baili Village to find a place to stay. After tonight, choose a day to travel. 】

[Second, a good man should not be afraid of the storm, but continue to move forward, and walk out into a bright world in the rain.]

[3. On a dark rainy night, the jungle in the distance looks like a dormant beast in your eyes. You suddenly feel so heroic and decide to pick up a pen immediately, using the rain as ink and the ground as paper to express your feelings directly. 】

Drenched in the rain, Zheng Xiu fell into silence as he looked at the options that appeared in front of him.

Zheng Xiu remembered that he had another characteristic, and said: "Let's do a [Investigation] judgment."

The blood-red dice floated out from between Zheng Xiu's eyebrows. Zheng Xiu pinched it and threw it forward.

There seemed to be an invisible table in front of Zheng Xiu, and the dice were spinning on some invisible plane.

【sixteen.】

[If the number of points is greater than twelve, the investigation is successful.]

[You are keenly aware that there are traces of people trampling on the forest path to Baili Village. It seems that many people have walked on this forest path. 】

After the judgment was made, the dice clicked, hit Zheng Xiu's eyebrows, and disappeared.

Zheng Xiu touched his forehead: "Let's go through another [investigation] judgment."

If given a choice, Zheng Xiu would like to [investigate] a thousand times before making a decision.

【eight.】

【Detection failed.】

【ten.】

【Detection failed.】

【Thirteen.】

【Detection successful.】

[You are keenly aware that there are traces of people trampling on the forest path to Baili Village. It seems that many people have walked on this forest path. 】

It seems that repeated investigations at the same location or time period will only yield the same result.

Zheng Xiu nodded. He was combining the "rules" that were forcibly instilled in him to gradually understand this golden finger that inspired Mr. Zheng's endless desire for exploration.

The rules say that one cannot die when incarnated in a ghost.

So Mr. Zheng said there was no need to panic.

This Baili Village was obviously a sinkhole, so he decided to look for other ways out first.
To be continued...