Cold.
Xiahou Hanzhi jumped up and sat up from the hard wooden board. The back of his head hit the broken flag behind him, which was "straight cut with an iron mouth", and there was a bang.
He was stunned for two seconds.
In front of me is a rickety fortune-telling stall, a greasy rag shed leaking from the wind. In his hand, he held a cold-touch thread-bound book with three faded ink characters on the cover - Yin Yang Book.
Fragments of memory suddenly entered my mind.
"The World"... Closed beta... The holographic game cabin exploded... And then, this is it?
"Hiss——"
He gasped, not from pain, but from a few lines of translucent blood characters that suddenly popped up in front of his eyes:
[Name]: Xiahou Hanzhi (Foreign Soul)**
[Talent]: Yin Yang Book Master (only)**
[Ability]: See the life of a creature at the end of its life. **
[Warning]: Revealing secrets will ruin your life. **
Before he could think about it, a shadow slowly moved over in front of the stall.
It's an old man.
Wearing a washed-white gray cloth gown, his back is severely stooped, and his face has deep wrinkles that could trap a fly. His face... Is wrong.
