My Past Life Simulator

   "What bottle of plums?" The people in the bookstore had good ears, as if they were serving people. If it was in a restaurant and a teahouse, it would have given birth to a seven-dimensional and exquisite heart.

   "It's nothing." He Zhao explained that a certain book is composed of three heroines, Pan Jinlian, Li Ping'er, and Pang Chunmei.

   Before leaving, he wandered around reluctantly, intending to pick up a few more leaks. As a result, all the books are mediocre, and the discerning eye does not even bother to read.

   "Remember, if there are ancient books in the future, run to the Hefu to notify you."

   The voice fell, and he gestured to Ergouzi to take a look and leave with his hands behind his back.

   "Well, the young master will reward you."

  The boy took out two taels of silver from the purse and put it in the palm of the man's hand.

   "Thank you, Brother Gou."

   "Don't thank me, Second Master."

   then turned and left, chasing after his young master.

   With "wisdom eyes and pearls", I got an ancient book worth more than the entire bookstore. A certain master of scouring wool, who did not take advantage of it enough, strolled around the bustling streets with great interest.

   The unpleasant thing is that the price of everything he likes is usually ridiculously high, which makes it impossible to pick up.

   "Forget it, buy some bamboo strips, reeds, and sorghum straw."

   He was going to make a paper tyrant, and he prepared some more ghosts, that's right.

  So, the carriage made a circle, and thousands of taels of silver were spilled out.

   Fortunately, He Wangzu would give the children a monthly bill, otherwise he would not dare to buy the necessary items in a hurry.

   After having a meal at the restaurant at noon, he returned to Hefu with a cart of items.

   "Second brother, what did you buy?"

   He Han, who was swaying in the house, saw him return with a full load, his eyes lit up, and he leaned over to ask.

   "Children, don't ask around."

   perfunctory, and rushed to his small courtyard without looking back.

   In normal times, the fifth brother would definitely get entangled and ask the truth.

   But this morning's hard-topped and cheap Lao Tzu thing made the little guy dare not make a fool of himself. He didn't see the huge and round-waisted father, who was "bullied" by his brother to the point where he dared not speak out?

  In the study, Mr. He frowned when he received the "little report" from the housekeeper.

   "Then Nizi really didn't go to the school? Instead, he wandered around all morning and spent several thousand taels of silver to buy a bunch of useless supplies?"

   "Yes, sir."

   The old butler in his sixtieth year stood respectfully and replied.

  The whole process did not add oil or vinegar, just tell the truth.

  The old man knew in his heart that his master was not a fool. Can bite his teeth to sell capital, spend 6,000 taels of silver to donate to officials, and in just 20 years, become one of the three tyrants in the Golden City, with a smart head.

  Perhaps, the only weakness is reading, and the nemesis is the academy exam.

   "Go, follow me to see."

   Mr. He got up and led the housekeeper and a few servants to the second son's small courtyard.

  In the courtyard, Mr. He Er is a paper maker in full swing.

  The little servant stood aside, completely dumbfounded.

  My second master, do you still have such craftsmanship?

   Take a look at the beautiful paper figurines, they can open a store and a time-honored brand in the city to win customers.

   Of course, the servant who served He Zhao since he was a child is not stupid.

   "Master, if you let the master see that you are not doing your job properly, I'm afraid you will."

   "Squeak!"

  The door of the small courtyard was pushed open from the outside, the servant turned his head to look, his soul was almost not scared away.

  He Wangzu looked at his own son, with a paper figurine on his face, his face turned green.

   If you don't read, that's all, it's a **** for people to use.

  What the hell, do you want to use it for me, Laozi?

   "Cough cough."

   After all, he was his own son, so he had no choice but to cough.

   The surnamed He raised his head, and when he saw the cheap old man, he couldn't help but be happy, it's not enough to be scolded.

   "Yo! Isn't this the official 7th-grade donation official He Dacheng gatekeeper?"

  “.”

   "Why do you come to me if you don't go to the city gate to collect taxes? Let me do the math. As far as I can remember, it seems to be your old man. This is your first time here, right?"

  “.”

  Silence, silence, silence.

   "Why, I'm not pleasing to the eye? Do you think I'm spending money? I remember when my eldest brother got married, you rebuilt his yard and spent 15,000 yuan."

   Before he finished speaking, Master He turned around and slipped away.

   As a father, he really pays less attention to his second son on weekdays. When it comes to swear words on his lips, he can't even scold him after being scolded continuously.

   The little servant hurried forward, closed the courtyard door tightly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

  In the afternoon, three hundred paper figures were made.

   "Bring me some pastries."

"Yes."

   Seeing the personal servant leaving the yard, He Zhao opened his mouth, spit out the wronged souls of three hundred Cold Kingdom cavalrymen, and enclosed them in the paper figurines.

   In an instant, three hundred pairs of eyes stared at him in unison.

   "Go in and stand by yourself."

  Paper people strut their legs and lined up neatly to get into the house.

   Fortunately, his yard is not small, and there are quite a few rooms, otherwise three hundred paper figures would definitely not fit.

   "Squeak!"

   After a while, the little servant returned.

"boom!"

   "Master, I seem to see the paper man entering the house and closing the door."

   The servant held a tray of dim sum and said with a confused expression.

   "It's dazzling, I took them in one by one with my own hands."

  “.”

   Forget it, what the young master said is.

   Besides, in broad daylight, can you see ghosts?

impossible!

   "Tell them, I'm not going to dinner. By the way, you are not allowed to enter the house without my orders at night."

   After saying that, he turned around and entered the room.

  Night, in He Zhao's room, eyes opened from the void, blood oozes from the walls, and the roots of white withered bones are inserted in disorder.

   The night was silent and fleeting.

   The sky is bright, and a message pops up in the upper left corner of the line of sight.

  【Do you want to store the Gene Sublimation·Spirit-0.1 attribute value? 】

【whether】

"Yes."

   Okay, I took the ancient gods and doubled the value of "The View of the Stars (Ancient Gods Complementary Version.

   "Split."

  [Gene sublimation attribute value: 0.1→Basic attribute value: 10]

  【Physical +10】

   Heart-piercing pain throughout the body.

   After a long delay, he retreated.

  【Strength: 5.5】

  【Physique: 11.0】

  【Agility: 5.5】

   He looked at the bulging muscles in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

  “@#￥%&*@#￥￥%￥#￥&”

   Just as he was about to go to sleep, complex, obscure, disgusting whispers rang in his ears.

   The room was twisted, the soul seemed to be out of the body, and the endless silt poured in.

   "vomit—"

   Yu is the sublimation spirit with its genes up to 20 points, and it is impossible to avoid the symptoms of retching.

   "Simulator, TM calls this talent? How about torture!"

   In his sight, the floor under his feet rises and falls, like a surging ocean wave, and the world becomes strange.

   Since returning to the mansion, due to the busy work, the books that I have no time to read, the texts are distorted, and they are converted into complicated and weird fonts one by one.

   For a long time, the strange whisper gradually diminished until it no longer sounded.

   He was sweating profusely, gasping for breath.

   "Hu Hu Hu"

   "Something's wrong, the memories of the past life, the whispers are not so fierce. Could it be because of me?" He Zhao, who was tortured so badly, lost sleep.

   got up and got out of bed, and suddenly saw the ancient book that I bought yesterday, under the "Wisdom Eyes Pearl", the value has skyrocketed dozens of times!