Chapter 1: The daily life of a time traveler cultivating immortality and the weird golden finger
The rough wooden boards rubbed Lin Fan's back, and the air was mixed with the sour smell of dust and wood mold.
He opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar darkness.
The adobe walls were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the flames of an oil lamp struggled in the corner, pulling his shadow crookedly.
There was an unfamiliar feeling of weakness in his body, his limbs were all empty, and he couldn't even lift up any strength.
This is not his social animal body that was hollowed out by 996, this is a deeper powerlessness.
Chaotic memory fragments flooded into my mind.
Lin Fan.
A descendant of the Lin family in Qingyang Town.
A "waste who cultivates immortality" who can't even draw Qi into his body.
He is no longer the programmer typing code, but a person living at the bottom in this world where strength is valued.
The road ahead is dark.
"Squeak——"
