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Volume 2 Chapter 2 Account Books and Diaries

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    The continuous rain rolled into a curtain, still covering Xunxian County.

    The daytime was very lively, but as the heads fell to the ground, they were hung in the center of Caishi Street in full view, on the wooden stake called the "spiritual pole", and the curtain finally came to an end.

    Except for a few people who are obsessed with medicine, most people hold an attitude of grief and indignation for the killing of those dozens of people with lofty ideals, and sigh endlessly.

    It's a pity that the chaotic world has already emerged, and everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, so how can they manage other things.

    After nightfall, Caishi Street is very quiet.

    Only a young watchman in a mandarin jacket, carrying a lantern, and holding a copper gong, with extremely dark circles under his eyes, rang the gong along the street and shouted the watch number.

    After finishing the watch, the watchman looked at the nearly ten-meter-high spiritual evocation pole standing in front of his eyes.

    According to the law of the imperial court, those who are eligible to be hanged after being beheaded are either conspiracy to rebel against the rebellious party or gangsters.

    At this moment, there are a bunch of heads hanging on it, which are the dozen or so young people who were chopped off in the evening.

    A gust of night wind blew over, and a dozen heads shook along with it.

    The sound of flesh and bone rubbing against the pole was particularly eerie.

    The watchman sighed slightly, quickened his pace, and soon left the dark vegetable market street.

    As soon as he left, he was in a shop at the end of the street.

    In the darkness, a corpse that was lying on the ground with its eyes tightly closed suddenly opened its eyes.

    Just "resurrected".

    Tao Qian seemed to have fallen into a certain state of rigidity. In his mind, the delayed burst of information flow was being forcibly poured in.

    ? The initial information was disorganized and difficult to understand.

    It seems to be an old saying, and it seems to be some incomprehensible nonsense, and even some symbolic runes like ghostly symbols.

    But gradually, they sorted out automatically.

    In the end, a special format was formed that was convenient for Tao Qian to understand.

    [Record name: Tao Qian.  ¡¿

    [Zhi Lei: Weird.  ¡¿

    [Records: When being beheaded, he recited the unknown remnant formula and acquired the characteristic of "immortality", thus entering the state of immortality and immortality, and he could not die with a breath of source energy. When he died again, he had to recite the remnant formula again.  If you fail to condense the origin qi, you will die completely.  ¡¿

    [Note 1: Every time you recite this remnant formula, you will pay the following price: the body will rot forever, the soul will be muddled, and after possessing the body, it will turn into a strange thing called "soul corpse".  ¡¿

    [Note 2: Soul corpses, between life and death, do not know what to do, love to eat people, love the dark and humid, and run three thousand miles every blood moon, without exhaustion.  ¡¿

    [Note 3: The price has been exempted!]  ¡¿

    After digesting the flow of information, Tao Qian froze.

    Many doubts are solved at this moment.

    That residual formula, why was he not dead after being beheaded?

    There is also the breath related to "decay" and "corpse" that he felt at that time.

    Obviously, that is the price of immortality.

    It's just inexplicable, his soul seems to be different, and the breath was scattered at a critical moment, allowing him to avoid the price.

    "So, this is likely to be my cheating cheat, the strong perception of extraordinary and strange information, and the cost immunity?"

    "However, it still needs to be verified, after all, a single certificate cannot stand."

    After thinking about it, Tao Qian came back to his senses.

    Get up slowly, groping in the shop.

    After a while, he lit an oil lamp.

    The dim light gradually spread out, barely covering the small bookstore.

    By the light, he found an extremely well-polished bronze mirror in the corner.

    In the next second, Tao Qian saw his current appearance clearly.

    Surprisingly, it was a young man.

    He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall, thin, fair, and handsome.

    There are smile lines at the corners of the mouth, and some squinting eyes, giving people a sunny and warm atmosphere in general.

    How did such a person die?

    Tao Qian just had this question in his mind, and a mass of memories flooded out very naturally.

    In addition to the life of this body, there is also a "poignant" love story.

    This man is also surnamed Tao, and his character is Zhiming.

    He is a twenty-five-year-old scholar who has failed the exams many times. In addition to the death of his parents, he also resents the fatuousness of the imperial court, so he is depressed and simply stops preparing for the exam.

    Some time ago, I ran out of savings and came to the county seat to buy a corner shop on Caishi Street and open a bookstore.

    Named "Chengyou Bookstore"The Lan family has gone to the empty building. It turns out that this family has already decided to move to the provincial capital to settle down. The day before yesterday, I heard that I opened a new bookstore, so I came here to borrow the most expensive volume in the store.  account.  "

    "I'm still a thief if I don't borrow it. This guy is too hateful. If I meet him again, I will definitely blow his dog's head off."

    "Too resentful, the store has only been open for half a day."

    "Sell a copybook, credited: eight copper dollars."

    "Today, I paid for the main meal, and I ate a little too much. The total: two cents."

    "June 6th, neither wind nor rain."

    "A new tofu shop opened on the corner of the street. The shop owner is a lady with a good appearance and extraordinary figure. She can be called the Xi Shi among tofu ladies."

    "There are too many buyers, and it is difficult to squeeze in. I only bought a few pieces of minced tofu, which is also sweet."

    "Sold a few manuscripts today, and the account: two cents, two copper dollars."

    "Spend the money for the main meal and the money for watching the theater. The combined total: seven cents."

    "On June 7th, it was sunny and the scorching sun was dazzling."

    "Today, not many people came to buy books. Only the store next door selling strange stones came here to pick up the "Jiandeng Xinhua" I ordered yesterday. I flipped through a few pages in a hurry, and they were full of weird secrets.  Take a look."

    "Not long after that store left, the owner of a pharmacy on the next street came again and asked me to go to the bookstore to buy books such as "Jade House Spring" and "Nine-Tailed Turtle", and advanced a few dozen yuan in advance."

    "I didn't expect such a vulgar book to be expensive, and there are so many lovers."

    "If I buy more and sell them, wouldn't it be No, no, I am a scholar, so I must not humiliate myself."

    "Although I received a lot of money today, I still have to buy books tomorrow. Total: fifteen yuan and seventy-six cents"

    "I'm in a good mood and I ate more. The mutton in Tai'anju is so delicious. The total expenditure: hexagonal."

    "June 9th, sunny."

    "There are a little more customers today, and many children's books and copybooks have been sold. I am very relieved."

    "I heard that there is a new Western restaurant at the intersection of the street. The owner was originally an apprentice from a big restaurant in the provincial capital, and he studied under a blond and blue-eyed old Yi. I just went to the Kistler restaurant next door and praised the delicious butter bread and fried pork chops.  Just listen to the name of this simple and vulgar dish, I don't believe him, tomorrow I will try this western ghost dish."

    "Today's account: one yuan and twenty cents, six copper dollars."

    "Today's spending: Triangle."

    The book in Tao Qian's hand looks like an account book, but in fact it is more like a diary.

    Maybe because it was originally written by "myself".

    It was unfamiliar at first, but after seeing the back, Tao Qian was completely immersed in it.

    During the process, Tao Qian's sense of strangeness to this world quickly subsided, and a sense of reality and integration gradually emerged.
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