Qixianlu

After Fang Zheng attended his grandfather's funeral from his hometown, he felt that something was wrong with the world. Why did there suddenly appear so many strange people, all of them like gods? Why were all the technological items missing? Everyone was dressed as if they had just stepped out of the Middle Ages. And why was the little girl from the neighbor always staring at him strangely and always telling himself that he must go to Yuehui University to try his luck after graduation? Fang Zheng felt that he must have gone crazy. With a trembling hand, he pressed the phone number of the mental hospital. Thinking about the miserable conditions of those mentally ill patients, he felt that he could still save his life. Suddenly, the master's words were like a flash of inspiration, resounding in Fang Zheng's mind, good disciple, if this world becomes different, you can take out these immortal scriptures and read them. Although they are only fragments of the thirty-six transformations, they are still very good. Master's shining front teeth appeared in his mind, and Fang Zheng realized This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.