The Story of Survival of Salted Fish in the Prehistoric Times

Chaos is not divided, Hongmeng is not judged. Lin Xian's consciousness was like a grain of dust thrown into an old-fashioned drum washing machine, rising and falling in an endless sense of strangeness and weightlessness. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no heart-rending pain, just a... Well, sticky feeling of being hungover. He felt like he was being soaked in a pot of cold sesame paste, thick, dark, and breathless. "Hiss... My head feels so heavy... Until what time did you work overtime yesterday?" Lin Xian tried his best to open his eyelids and try to see his surroundings clearly. There was only a swirling and twisted gray mist in front of him. There was no light, no sound, and no... Floor. Memories are like broken beads, crackling back into my mind. Programmers, endless deadlines, the last fried chicken takeout, and then... Everything goes dark? He suddenly trembled - Damn it! Sudden death? Really dead? ! "Isn't that right, Sir? I'm only twenty-five! I haven't paid off my mortgage yet! Those few terabytes of hard drives I treasure..." Lin Xian wanted to beat his chest in grief and anger, but found that he had no body at all! There is only an erratic and thin body of consciousness that seems to be assimilated by chaos at any time. Just when he was mourning the loss of his hard drive and the unfinished mortgage, a cold, uneventful voice, with a bit of current noise from a low-quality speaker, suddenly exploded in his "mind": [Ding! The adaptive soul wavelength has been detected, and the 'Salted Fish Merit (Sand Sculpture) System' is being bound… 1%… 10%… 99%… Binding successful! Host Lin Xian, welcome to the prehistoric world!