Xiangan looked at Wu Ling's expression, then glanced at the iron rod in his hand. A certain confusion in her heart gradually became clear.He couldn't help but smile slightly, twitching the corner of...Because I was a little damp, my clothes were a bit difficult to put on.
Wu Ling shook her sleeves with some effort, and her body lurched. Perhaps she had shaken too hard.
A small white thing suddenly flew out from his sleeve.
After tracing a perfect arc in the air, it plopped into the mud with a plop.
"Huh"
Wu Ling's movements of getting dressed stopped. He tilted his head in confusion, then after putting on his sleeve, he bent down and picked up the thing that had fallen into the mud puddle.
A pair of fair fingers entered the gray mud pit, moving slightly. Afterward, an arm rose upwards, and a silver-white object was brought out from within.
This is a silvery-gray delicate chain necklace with a silver animal pendant in the middle.
"Necklace"
Wu Ling held the object in her palm and looked at it for a moment, then suddenly raised an eyebrow in surprise.
He pulled open the seam of his collar, looked at the tattoo on his chest, and then compared it to the silver ornament, his voice tinged with surprise:
"Same here."
As it turned out, the pendant with its silvery metallic sheen was exactly the same shape as the tattoo on Wu Ling's chest.
Even the little feather that monkey was holding was the same.
Wu Ling'ai played with the necklace in her hands for a few moments, then picked up some rainwater and rinsed it clean. After that, she hung it neatly around her neck and was overjoyed.
"Uncle Tong, is this considered an employee benefit"
The system didn't answer him, but instead spoke softly:
Since the host's mental and physical condition are good, the system has prepared the host's related identity in this world. Do you accept all the information Yes/No
Wu Ling pulled her backpack up and slung it over her shoulders. She smacked her lips and said:
"Well done, I thought I was a ghost account, turns out I have an identity after all"
"Accept."
---Transmission successful. System is transmitting all information. ---
For a moment, a deluge of information flooded Wu Ling's mind.
All kinds of complex information are extremely chaotic.
Wu Ling closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, slowly combing through all the content in her mind.
After a long time.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief and excited anticipation.
"Holy crap, I'm not dreaming, am I I'm actually Wu Xia's brother!"
"Wow! I'm actually my idol's younger brother! Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!"
Wu Ling was so excited that she danced and shouted, her face flushed with excitement.
And what's even more surprising is that his name, the identity he goes by, is also Wu Ling! And get this, he's also a Monkey according to the zodiac.
"Most importantly, most importantly! I can see Wu Xiaohui! Oh, so excited!"
Most people who have read certain notes like Zhang Qiling very much and regard him as a god and a white moonlight.
But Wu Ling was different. Although he also liked Zhang Qiling very much, he preferred someone who was persistent, even to the point of being obsessed, but still retained a pure kindness and gentleness towards everyone.
From a kind and purehearted boy, as gentle as water, to a ruthless and domineering Demon Emperor, this transformation truly touches the soul.
It's even hard to imagine and recall how much suffering this person must have endured.
I was so upset that I couldn't go to Hangzhou this year, but guess what My dream came true! Hahaha.
Seeing Wu Ling becoming increasingly excited, even behaving like a happy child, stomping her feet with excitement.
And his clothes, which had just dried a little while ago, became wet again because of him stamping his feet. They were soaked with cement water and rainwater, and he was about to get drenched again.
The system watched this scene in its mind, and appropriately splashed a basin of cold water:
Note, host, do not confuse the characters you remember with the real people here. This is the real world, not the world you are familiar with.
Everything here is real, the wickedness, deceitfulness and hypocrisy of human nature exist in reality. While the personalities of those the host knows here are similar to their real selves, they are not limited by that. They all possess independent consciousness.
The host must not confuse the characters in their memories with those in this real world, otherwise they could face fatal consequences.
Because of the different timelines, this timeline and the current world's timeline are the same.
This world is not as safe as the host perceives it to be. It is filled with intrigue, favoritism, and many insidious and dirty things can happen here. Host, please be cautious.
Wu Ling has a good quality: he takes other people's words to heart.
He listened as the system repeatedly emphasized that the world here was different from the one in his mind, that this world was more dangerous, and that one careless mistake could easily lead to death.
He patted his chest and smiled, assuring her.
"Don't worry, Tong Ge, we were just unlucky. If we encounter danger, I'll run if I see I can't win. I'm really fast. Remember when I broke the window of Lao Zhang's house His three dogs couldn't catch me."
"And Old Man Mo also told me, in life, don't play with fire, don't play with water, don't talk to strangers casually, when you encounter problems, find the police uncle. Don't worry, don't worry, I understand."
At some point, the wind and rain suddenly stopped. The clouds parted, revealing a veil of mist. The originally overcast sky gradually cleared, revealing the stars within.
The sound of the system and the rustling leaves arose simultaneously, sounding somewhat unreal.
System Announcement: Energy fluctuations detected in the surrounding area. A system mission has been issued.
Please follow this path to the mountainside. At the burial ground on the mountainside, find a jade tablet. Once the task is complete, you will receive a generous reward. Would you like to accept the quest
There will be no penalties for refusing missions or mission failures. The host's safety is always the top priority.
Wu Ling put away the transparent umbrella, casually brushed the water droplets from her hair, and her slender sword eyebrows rose slightly.
He looked up at the twinkling stars and a full moon in the sky, listening to the chirping sounds of unknown small animals beside his ear, and smiled casually.
"Since we are here, let's accept it. After all, since we've come into this world, of course we should integrate and accept it."
As for living in a different world, Wu Ling didn't have any unusual emotions.
What can you say about this person
Free-spirited, lively and outgoing, he loves freedom. No matter where he is, he can live a carefree life to the fullest.
Moreover, he grew up with his grandmother since childhood. After his grandmother passed away, he supported himself with the government's low-income assistance and lived alone, carefree.
...only that.
"I wonder if those two old geezers will notice I'm gone. They probably won't remember to take their medicine without me reminding them."
"But... it seems like those two old men's sons and daughters might be coming back from abroad soon, too"
"Oh well, I was worrying for nothing. The two of them are tougher than me! They run marathons with thousands of kilometers like rabbits."
"I hope they live long lives. If they meet again in the next life, I won't be so angry with them."
As these words trailed behind Wu Ling, gradually disappearing into the wind as she slowly walked forward, they were like they had never existed at all.
Far away.
Hangzhou, thousands of kilometers away from here.
Inside an antique shop located between the old print shops and the tenement buildings.
A handsome and gentle young man with gold-rimmed glasses sat at the counter, carefully reviewing his ledger.
He rested his chin in one hand and held a pen in the other, scribbling away in his ledger.
And as he wrote, a silver pendant similar to Wu Ling's appeared on his neck.
However, this pendant doesn't depict a giant serpent with a small monkey on its back, but rather the snake tightly encircling the little monkey in its embrace, as if protecting it.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and raised his head, looking sideways.
And his gaze fell upon the very spot where Wu Ling stood.
That person saw nothing unusual behind them, pinched the bridge of their nose, and muttered softly:
"Illusion"
Time flies, days turn into weeks and months slip by.
One month later.
Time: 7:38 PM.
Location: Hangzhou City, West Lake d11 Food and Beverage City, Wulin Night Market.
Wu Ling puffed out her cheeks, happily weaving through the slightly crowded throngs of people at the various food stalls.
He held a bowl of stinky tofu in his left hand, and on his wrist was a hanging bag filled with scallion-wrapped braised meat, fragrant cakes, and several leg portions the size of his face.
With his right hand, he held a wooden skewer with stinky tofu on it and put it into his mouth. He savored every bite.
Even with sauce hanging from his mouth, Wu Ling didn't notice.
Although Hangzhou's stinky tofu is not as authentic as that of Changsha, some street vendors make it that tastes really good.
Just out of the oven, stinky tofu paired with spicy and fresh sauce, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, fragrant and spicy. Add some chopped scallions and cilantro, the taste is simply amazing!
"Whew, this stinky tofu is really strong. It's fried a bit too much, but it's still pretty tasty. Just a little too spicy with all the chili."
Wu Ling was stimulated by the pungent and spicy smell of stinky tofu, taking a sharp breath in. Her face flushed red from the spiciness.
A normal person, if they get burned by something spicy, will first drink some water or wait a while before eating again.
But Wu Ling took a sniff of the spicy snot and then stuffed two pieces of stinky tofu into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks until they were puffed out.
They call it "fighting fire with fire," and boy, does it taste good!
Just like a greedy little squirrel, only this little squirrel's lips are almost swollen from the spiciness.
Seeing Wu Lingyue eat with increasing excitement, she was almost forgetting the purpose of her visit to this snack street.
The system must not remind him again.
That bland, monotonous electronic sound appeared for the seventh time in Wu Ling's mind:
"Please don't overindulge, Host. Follow the arrows ahead and arrive at your destination as soon as possible. Meet Wu Xiehe and Wu Sansheng there."
After saying that, the system paused for a moment and then reminded again:
This task has been issued for 49 minutes. If the host continues to play, the target person is very likely to leave.
Wu Ling finally relented and put down her fried chicken leg when she heard this.
He slurped a mouthful of chicken, hissed a few times after being burned, and perked up his brain.
He munched on the food like a little hamster, patted his bulging belly with a swagger, and declared boldly:
"Don't worry, Uncle Tong, leave it to me. If I mess up, you can have this chicken leg!"
SYSTEM: {…} Not necessarily.
Though Mingming Wu's tone was resolute, he still had sauce stains on his face and oil from chicken legs around his mouth. This sight made it hard to trust him.
After a moment of silence, the system emitted a series of electronic whirs and clicks.
It silently brightened the blue arrow in front of it, which had already been glowing for almost 50 minutes, but it was useless.
I hope Wu Ling will lift her face from the disposable bowl filled with fried chicken legs and look straight at the blue arrow.
Even just a glance would be enough.
Perhaps the dazzling blue light was too intense, or Wu Ling finally realized it was time to get down to business.
He was chewing on a drumstick, his face serious as he followed the blue arrowhead that flickered like fireflies ahead, weaving through the crowd.
At that moment, amidst the bustling and boisterous crowd, a voice rang out, aged yet full of vigor:
"Selling candied haws, candied haws~Big and round, sweet and sour candied haws yo—"
"Candied haws!"
Wu Ling heard this, and the quick little steps she was taking forward suddenly stopped.
He stuffed the small scallion pancake he was holding into his mouth and, following the sound, looked towards the candied fruit stall.
When he saw the large, round candied haws and ice sugar strawberries and other things on the stall.
Wu Ling's eyes lit up, and she let out a muffled "Wow" because something was stuffed in her mouth.
Upon seeing those brightly colored and dazzling candied apples.
His footsteps unconsciously veered off the main path, walking cheerfully towards the candied fruit stall.
That little leg was spinning so fast, you could see afterimages.
At the candied fruit stall, a white-haired old man was shouting everywhere.
An old woman, wearing a pink apron, smiled as she simmered syrup.
Before them were laid out a great many fresh, seasonal fruits and already-made candied fruit.
There was also a small table next to it, giving off a chill, that looked like it was freshly made and sold.
Over low heat, the aroma of the syrup fills the air, tantalizingly sweet.
Wu Ling's nose twitched, her eyes grew brighter, and her steps quickened.
His tuft of white-gold hair on top of his head, as if it had a mind of its own, swayed and poked out from under his hat, dancing wildly in the gentle breeze.
Looking like soldiers brandishing flags on a battlefield, the overall impression is that:
Let's go!
Although the system doesn't have a physical body, within Wu Ling's mind, it can still perceive the outside world.
It watched as Wu Ling, who had just sworn a solemn oath, veered off course and headed down a different path.
Just like the Ergouzi who was originally heading home, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he wagged his tail excitedly, rushing around haphazardly toward the mud puddle in the distance.
System: [...]
In the bustling night market, a sigh filled with an electronic tinge and a hint of resignation suddenly echoed through the crowd.
At the same time, along with that sigh, there came a very cheerful and lively voice of a young person:
"Master, give me a string of candied hawthorn, and a string of candied sweet potato, and also a string of candied strawberries!"
The two voices, carrying different emotions, intertwined to create a stark contrast.
This is the time.
Not far from here, in a crowded barbecue stall bustling with people, two men sat in a secluded spot.
"Uncle Three, why did you come here to eat"
Wu Xi took off her pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the prescription wasn't very high. She casually put them on the table.
He looked at the table full of steamed pork ribs, explosive prawns, Dragon Well shrimp and so on, a series of hard dishes, and said sarcastically:
"You usually spend a hundred dollars like it's the last thing on earth, so why are you being so generous today Something's off."
Wu S Provinsi's smoking motion paused, he raised his head and glanced at Wu Xie who was smiling with a hint of mockery, then directly kicked him with his leg and scolded,
"Hey, you little punk, when have I ever been nice to you If you don't want to eat, get lost! Stop talking so much nonsense."
Wu Xie grinned and rubbed his bruised calf, "Ouch... Third Uncle, your kick was quite strong."
Upon hearing Wu Xia's words, Wu Sansheng smirked with delight:
"You little rascal, don't play dumb with me. I have a serious matter to discuss with you."
Wu Xie, upon hearing this, put down the leg he had raised and looked at Wu San Province with curiosity, asking:
"What's the matter"
"Have a look at this."
Wu Sansheng held the cigarette in his mouth and casually took out a crumpled A4 paper from his pocket, placing it in front of Wu Xiaomian.
"What is this"
Wu Xie, somewhat nonchalantly, picked up the piece of paper in front of him. However, when he saw the contents on it, his thoughts were completely drawn to the black characters.
"This is..."
Wu's oblique gaze swept over the lines of black characters, but the accompanying content eluded him.
His eyebrows slowly creased, and his face grew extremely ugly.
Wu Sansheng saw the obvious change in Wu Xielian's face. He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, the crimson tail of it making his eyes seem even darker.
"Last time you guys were working, weren't you met with some rats in the gutter The people behind it have been found out, it's 'its' people."
"This is what Old Cheng got out of them."
In the haze of cigarette smoke, only Wu Xie's increasingly grim face and Wu Sanxing's fierce eyes hidden in the hazy mist could be seen.
The atmosphere was thick with an inexplicable silence and oppression.so-good fart.Above his head, a voice tinged with suppressed emotion echoed."Nonsense, if my brother's chest were soft, then there would be trouble."Wu Ling yi smacked her lips, tapped her head and met...