MTL - Longevity is Different, Caishikou Was Beheaded at the Beginning-Chapter 2 book diary

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

It was very lively during the day, but as the heads fell to the ground, they were hung in the center of Cai Shi Street, on the wooden stake called "Spirit Pole", and it finally came to an end.

Except for a few people who were obsessed with medicine, most of them held an attitude of grief and indignation at the killing of the dozen or so patriots, and sighed endlessly.

It's a pity that the turbulent times are already present, and anyone is too busy to take care of themselves, how can they manage other things.

After dark, Cai Shi Street is very quiet.

There was only a young watchman with a jacket, a lantern, a gong, and dark circles around his eyes.

After finishing the fall, the watchman looked at the nearly ten-meter-high evocation pole standing in front of him.

According to the law of the imperial court, those who are eligible to be hanged after being beheaded are either rebels against the party or the robbers of Jiangyang.

At this moment, there was a row of heads hanging on it, and it was the dozen or so young people who were cut off in the evening.

A gust of night wind blew over, and more than a dozen heads swayed.

The sound of meat and bone rubbing against the pole was extraordinarily strange.

The watchman sighed slightly, accelerated his pace, and quickly left the pitch-dark food market.

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

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

Just a "resurrection" over.

Tao Qian seemed to be in a state of rigidity, and in his mind, the information flow that delayed the outbreak was forcibly pouring in.

The initial information was disorganized and obscure.

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

But gradually, they sort out automatically.

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

[Record name: Tao Qian. 】

[Zhi category: Weird. 】

[Notes: When he was beheaded, he recited the unknown remnant formula and obtained the "immortality" characteristic, thus entering a state of immortality and immortality. One mouthful of Origin Qi will not dissipate, and then he will not die. Until the next death, he needs to re-concentrate Origin Qi. If it fails, it will fall completely. 】

[Note 1: The following price will be paid for each chanting of this remnant formula: the body will be permanently rotten, the soul will be hazy, and after possessing the body, it will turn into a strange thing called "soul corpse". 】

[Note 2: The soul corpse, between life and death, is confused, likes cannibalism, and is addicted to darkness and dampness. Every blood moon will run wild for three thousand miles, without exhaustion. 】

[Note 3: The price has been waived! 】

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After digesting the information flow, Tao Qian was stunned.

Many doubts are resolved at this moment.

Then, why was he beheaded but not dead?

And the smell he felt at that time related to "rot" and "corpse".

Obviously, that's the price of immortality.

It's just inexplicable, his soul seems to be different, and the breath is dissipated at the critical moment, allowing him to be exempted from the price.

"So, it's very likely that my golden finger is hacked, the strong perception of extraordinary and strange information, and the price exemption?"

"However, it still needs to be verified. After all, there is no evidence in isolation."

After the thought fell, Tao Qian came back to his senses.

Slowly got up and groped in the shop.

After half an hour, he lit an oil lamp.

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

With the help of light, he found a bronze mirror in a corner, which was very well polished.

In the next second, Tao Qian saw clearly what he looked like now.

Surprisingly, it was a young man.

He was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, tall, thin and white, with a handsome appearance.

There are smile lines on the corners of the mouth, and some squinting eyes, which generally give people a sunny and warm atmosphere.

How did such a person die?

Tao Qian just had this question in his mind, so naturally, a mass of memories poured out.

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

This person was also surnamed Tao, and the word knew fate.

He is a twenty-five-year-old scholar who has failed many times, and his parents have passed away, and he resents the mediocrity of the imperial court.

Some time ago, I used up my savings and came to the county seat to open a bookstore in the corner of Caishi Street.

Named "Chengyou Bookstore", it sells all kinds of books.

New books, ancient book copybooks, everything.

It stands to reason that it is difficult to make a lot of money selling books, but it should be easy to make a living.

But the scholar was pedantic and stubborn, and he had no heart at all. Naturally, he couldn't make any money, but he lost everything in a few days.

Fortunately, there is a female regular customer in the bookstore, who is often warm and comforting.

After going back and forth, the two looked at each other.

Unexpectedly, a maid came to send a letter the day before yesterday, saying that her young lady had been arranged by her mother to marry a large family in the city as a concubine.

The affair between the two had to be continued in the next life, so the scholar must never forget himself.

Seeing this, Tao Qian glanced at the counter top.

Sure enough, there was an empty wine glass and a paper bag with some suspicious powder left.

Obviously, the scholar's understanding of this matter and the word "afterlife" is probably... martyrdom?

"Know your fate, why don't you try to resist fate?"

Tao Qian sighed, and then said.

With a sigh, Tao Qian didn't think any more.

This scholar took his own life and left a body, which was considered a gift to Tao Qian.

If given the chance, he will try to reciprocate.

Tao Qian stood there for a few minutes, waiting for his soul to fully fuse with the new body, and after there were no barriers, he began to walk in the bookstore.

The shop is small and simple.

There are three rows of wooden bookshelves in front, and a wooden table for stacking books in the middle, followed by the checkout counter.

In the back is a small compartment for sleeping.

It didn't take long for Tao Qian to become fully acquainted with his new identity and new residence.

He was beheaded not long ago, and he was just reincarnated.

This exciting experience of life and death is enough to make people see through the world.

When he got to Tao Qian, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He took a shower with the light, and then sorted out the messy books on the floor. In the end, Tao Qian followed the memory in his mind and took out a book that was neither thick nor thin. It was similar to a ledger, but it was actually not much different from a diary. booklet.

Although Tao Qian can read his body's memory without obstacles, it is not his personal experience after all, and many details such as prices are vague.

It couldn't be more convenient to have a journal to deepen your studies.

Speaking of which, if the new identity is a three-no-one person, Tao Qian must abscond and hide at the first time.

But now that I am lucky to have a body that can be exposed, naturally I should get used to it first.

"This world is very similar to the last years of a certain dynasty in my previous life, but more places are completely different."

"Let's not talk about the social structure, historical folklore, etc., just those incomparably real monsters, ghosts and mysterious phenomena are enough to show how deep and dangerous the world is."

"I've just arrived here, and I'm going to get down in a layer of skin first. That's the way to survive."

Muttered a few words.

Then, Tao Qian casually opened the account book.

"In the ninth year of the destiny, June three, sunny, no wind."

"I, Tao Zhiming, have not yet started a family, but have already established a business. Chengyou Bookstore officially opened today. Friends from all over the world gathered, all of them generously donated money, and sold a lot of miscellaneous books."

"I have a friend, Geslan, who bought the "Yuemantang Notes" in the store. This book was written by the great scholar I admire the most. Borrow it and pay it back in a few days.”

"How can you refuse an elegant affair between scholars, and gladly allow it."

"In the evening, I gathered with all my friends to live in Deshun, and I was very happy. There were two dishes called 'Bamboo Sun Abalone' and 'Shark's Fin with Dragon Beard'. They tasted very good. The son who came out of the family can eat it, but the price of the food is really expensive, only two yuan for these two dishes, it is really a big dish."

"Today's account: ten yuan and sixty-four."

"Today's expenses: twelve yuan."

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"On the fourth of June, there is light wind and rain."

"There are fewer guests today, but the drizzle is drizzling, and it's a good time to steal half a day of leisure."

"Fortunately, a copy of "Shen Yuan's Writing Talks" was also sold, and the total was recorded: one yuan and two yuan."

"The expenditures are mainly for meals and for listening to books. The combined total is 10000000000000000000000000000."

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"June 5th, heavy rain."

"I got bad news as soon as I opened the door early in the morning. A friend came to the door and told me that the Geslan's house was empty. It turned out that this family had already decided to move to the provincial capital. I heard that I opened a new bookstore the other day, and I came here to borrow the store on purpose. The most expensive volume in the book, I decided to rely on my account."

"Borrowing instead of being a thief, this fellow is too abhorrent, and if I encounter him again, I will blow his head."

"Too resentful, the store only opened for half a day."

"Sell a copybook and put it in the account: eight copper dollars."

"Today, I will spend the main meal, and eat more. Total: two cents."

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"June 6th, no wind and no rain."

"There is a new tofu shop opened on the corner of the street. The shop owner is a lady. She has a good appearance and an extraordinary figure. She can be called the Xishi among the tofu girls."

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

"A few manuscripts were sold today and credited to the account: two horns, two copper dollars."

"Spend the main meal money, watch the theater money, combined total: seven cents."

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"June 7th, it's sunny and the sun is dazzling."

"Today, few people came to buy books, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com only the store selling strange stones next door came here to pick up the "Cut the Lamp News" that I ordered yesterday, I hurriedly flipped through a few pages, all of them were bizarre and secretive, people The matter of ghost and ghost love can still be seen."

"Not long after the store left, the owner of a pharmacy on the adjacent street came to the door again and asked me to go to the bookstore to buy books such as "Yu Lou Chun" and "Nine-Tailed Turtle", and advanced ten yuan in advance."

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

"If I buy more and then sell it, wouldn't it be... no, no, I'm a scholar, and I must not humiliate myself."

"Although there is a lot of money in the account today, I still have to take it out tomorrow to buy books. Total: fifteen yuan and seventy-six."

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

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"June 9th, sunny."

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

"I heard that a new western restaurant has opened in Jiekou. The owner was originally an apprentice of the provincial capital, and he was taught by a blond Laoyi. I just went to the Kishi restaurant next door and praised the deliciousness of butter bread and fried pork chops. Just listening to the name of this simple and vulgar dish, I don't believe him, and tomorrow I will also taste the dishes of this Western ghost."

"Today's account: one yuan and two yuan, six copper yuan."

"Today's Spend: Triangle."

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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 unfamiliarity with this world quickly faded away, and a sense of authenticity and integration emerged little by little.