Myth Revival: I am beheading the gods in the Shanhaijing!

Chapter 1 The Ruined World of Return to Ruins

Dark, silent, cold...

It's like a person who can't swim is drowning, and he is in the abyss of the sea, rising and falling with the fluctuation of the current.

In his sleep, Han Jinglue only felt that his mind was in a state of confusion, and he just staggered forward subconsciously.

This familiar feeling is the scene and picture that he can dream of every day these days.

It's just that at this time, he only felt that his mind was in chaos, and he was unconsciously spinning in the dark.

He can clearly know all his actions, but he can't control them...

【Name: Han Jinglue】

【Race: Human】

【Sex: Male】

【Age: 24 years old】

[Biological level: 1 stars]

[Attribute: (the average value of human male soldiers is 10 points)]

【Strength: 9 (10)】

[Agility: 7 (10)]

[Physique: 10 (10)]

[Intelligence: 11 (10)]

[Perception: 14 (10)]

【Charm: 12 (10)】

【Skills: Classical Chinese (Beginners), Traditional Chinese (Beginners)...】

[Supernatural power: none]

[Evolution point: 0]

【Possession: none】

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In the dark rental house, when Han Jinglue suddenly woke up from the darkness, he sat up subconsciously, and only after feeling that he had broken free from the nightmare, he gasped heavily.

After reading and getting sleepy yesterday, he fell asleep in a daze.

As a result, after waking up, the so-called attribute panel appeared in my mind.

"what time is it now?"

Thinking about it, Han Jing slightly looked towards the bedroom window.

The sky outside the window was gray and gloomy. Looking at the sky, I must have slept all day.

At this moment, he only felt that his head was sinking like a mountain, a bit like a migraine.

"Ugh……"

Shaking his head in his arms, he sighed softly and wanted to take out his mobile phone to order takeaway, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

"Could it be that it landed in the living room? But I clearly remember that I brought it to the bedroom..."

Feeling a little weird, Han Jinglue got up and was about to walk out of the bedroom, looking for his mobile phone.

It's just that he just got up, but looking at the scene in front of him, he stopped wanting to turn over and get out of bed.

"This... what happened?"

Looking at the corners of the small bedroom covered with moss and the computer table covered with a layer of dust, no matter how dull Han Jing was, he knew that the scene before him was very wrong.

He put on his slippers carefully, even though the slippers were very broken, but right now he had no other choice.

Walking to the door, he tried to press the light switch in the room, but when the "click" switch sound appeared, the light did not respond.

"The power is out? Or something else..."

The surrounding scene made Han Jing slightly uneasy. He tentatively opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. He saw the floor of the living room, the coffee table was covered with dust, and there were a few shriveled corpses of cockroaches lying on the floor.

The takeaway soup base on the dining table has dried up, and it will take at least ten days to make it in a sealed state.

Han Jinglue gradually realized that something was wrong. He looked at the dead corner of the living room wall, and it was indeed covered with tattered spider webs. The spider was gone, and it was probably not much better than the situation of the cockroach...

There were only some rusty iron hangers on the clothes hangers on the balcony. The glass of the window was gray, and one side was smashed by something, and the broken glass was scattered all over the ground, but people didn't care to clean it up.

The broken glass on the floor, the smell of dust in the air...

All of these seemed to be media that stimulated his nerves.

The scene in front of him made Han Jinglue's hair stand on end, as if there was an evil spirit behind him.

Standing in the dusty living room, Han Jinglue began to recall all the things before going to bed...

What exactly is going on?

At this moment, Han Jinglue only felt dry mouth.

The changes in the room were too frightening. After reacting, he felt a little panicked.

I reached out and touched the dusty water dispenser, and the large bucket on it was extremely empty.

Feeling flustered, he looked at his bedroom and then at the living room.

"Maybe, it's still normal outside the door..."

Before he could finish his monologue, Han Jinglue pushed open the door of the living room.

It's just that the scene in the corridor chilled his heart for the most part.

The dilapidated walls, the broken bricks that fell to the ground, and the smashed door of the neighbor's house proved the unity of time inside and outside the room.

With a glimmer of hope, Han Jinglue came to the next room and knocked softly on the door.

He didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear that there would be something dirty around him spying on him.

Just a few seconds passed, and there was no movement in the room...

He vaguely remembered that the person living next to him was an internet writer who wrote history.

When I first moved here three months ago, I discussed with him why historical novels are getting worse and worse.

It's just that looking at it now, it's uncertain whether I can see it in the future...

Feeling uneasy, Han Jinglue knocked on all the rooms where people lived, but the result made him smile bitterly.

A sense of loneliness welled up in his heart, as if he was the only living person in this world.

"I won't really encounter any supernatural events..."

Swallowing with difficulty, Han Jing took a last look at the door in front of him, turned around and went down the stairs to the first floor.

The old security guard who was sitting in the past disappeared, and the rocking chair, which was older than Han Jinglue, was covered with cobwebs. When a gust of wind blew, the rocking chair began to shake.

The surrounding space echoed with the "creaking" sound of the rocking chair, which made Han Jing get goosebumps all over his body.

Cautiously avoiding the rocking chair, Han Jing slightly pushed open the gate of the access control.

In his memory, the first floor is a pool, and a statue's hand can spray water.

In the past, when I walked out of the first floor to work, I could feel the cool water vapor.

But now...

The statue is missing half of its head, and its body is covered with moss.

The originally kind expression became a bit vicious, the pool was full of dead branches and leaves, and it was unknown if there were some corpses hidden underneath.

The automatic door of the community was knocked open by an unknown creature, lying on the ground, looking very dilapidated.

These scenes, together with the dark sky, and the looming dilapidated buildings in the distance.

This is like the world after the global catastrophe in the movie.

When Han Jinglue realized what he should do, a long time had passed.

"No matter how the world changes, what I need to do now should be to find something for self-defense..."

Thinking of this, Han Jinglue went upstairs again, preparing to search for some supplies that he could use at his home...

A fruit knife and a small backpack for work.

He found these two things from his room.

Looking at the [-]cm fruit knife in his hand, Han Jinglue couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

If you often cook at home, you might even have a kitchen knife.

Usually lazy to eat takeaway, I never thought that I would use this experience to pay off my debts.

He put a fruit knife in his belt and put on his backpack before carefully walking out of the community and into the outside world.

Li Jiadun...

This is an urban village in Jianghan City.

With the continuous expansion of the city and the active economy, the village committee here has also found a way to develop the village economy.

The village committee set aside a piece of land and used it to build a simple rental community, which was rented out to small white-collar workers who worked nearby.

Because the rent is cheap, many white-collar workers are willing to rent a house in this kind of place.

All they need to pay is to get up an hour earlier.

In fact, urban villages and suburban communities like this are not uncommon in major cities across the country.

Not to mention Jianghan City, which is the thoroughfare of nine provinces.

Because of this, the situation outside the gate of the community can be imagined.

On both sides of a wide road are some self-built houses of ordinary people in urban villages. Usually, there are some small vendors' snack carts on both sides of the road, and scattered garbage can be seen everywhere.

But at this moment, there was no one on the empty street, and the snack carts on both sides of the street were even more dilapidated.

The portraits on the signboard are wrinkled, like ghosts who are spying on passers-by.

A gust of wind blows, and the sound of the wind chimes on some snack carts "ding jingling bells" makes people panic...

Looking at the dilapidated streets, Han Jing swallowed slightly, regained his composure, and walked forward cautiously.

In his memory, he remembered that there was a department store at the intersection ahead.

Maybe the supplies there can solve my current crisis...

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"Shan Hai Jing Da Huang Dong Jing": "The great gully (return to the market) outside the East China Sea, the country of Shaohao, where the Rudi Emperor Zhuanxu of Shaohao lives."

(End of this chapter)