Underworld entries, starting with ghost stories.

The flower path has never been swept for guests!

Wu Qing, being a cultured man, immediately understood the meaning behind the poem.

He suddenly realized that this "I need to check the cards" skill would be quite useful in another world.

Imagine a man who is about to get married. The agreed dowry is 500,000 yuan, and he will hand over his salary and do all the housework after the marriage.

He was willing to go to such lengths because he felt his fiancée was pure and deserved his serious attention.

Then, just before the wedding, he suddenly gained this skill. Upon checking the cards, he discovered a poem floating on a certain indescribable part of his fiancée's body:

—"Tourists thronged the streets!"

He's so stupid... referring to himself!

The beautiful woman in the jade-green red dress and pleated skirt also gave him a once-over.

In the desolate mountains, a burned-down village stands atop the mountain, and a dilapidated temple lies at the foot of the mountain. Only this ragged boy sits on a low stone stool, as if frozen in time by the setting sun.

In particular, the boy was extremely thin, yet his skin appeared delicate and tender.

A beautiful woman, leading a horse, exclaimed, "A deity?"

Wu Qing shook his head.

The beautiful woman asked again, "A monster?"

Wu Qing continued to shake his head.

"Thanks!"

The beautiful woman loosened the reins, took a small package from the horse's back, and patted the horse's neck.

As if guided by its own instincts, the horse wandered to a shady spot and began chewing grass.

The beautiful woman looked up at the charred and collapsed mountain village: "Is that Wuji Village? What happened there?"

"Officers and soldiers!" Wu Qing said in a low voice.

"Is that so?" The beautiful woman sighed softly, a look of pity on her exquisite face. "Alas... it's not easy for anyone."

Wu Qing looked up at her, and her reaction surprised him.

The beautiful woman sat down on the other side of the temple gate, seemingly unconcerned about the dirt.

She opened the package, took out the dry food, and slowly chewed it.

Wu Qing looked at the food in her hand.

— "A piece of beef jerky".

Under the sunlight, my stomach, which I had been trying to suppress, churned and gurgled like lava that had found a breach, making gurgling noises and causing me great pain.

The beautiful woman noticed his gaze and turned to look at him.

Then, with her slender, jade-like fingers, she picked up a large piece of beef jerky and tossed it to him.

Wu Qing caught the beef jerky and eagerly took a bite, eating it one bite at a time.

The beef jerky was hard, but it was a delicious treat he hadn't had in a long time.

As he chewed, he thought back to this time last year when he was living a good life in another world.

He remembered his mother, who always complained that he didn't eat the many dishes at home properly and had to order takeout.

I remember my dad stuffing a bunch of ice cream into the fridge whenever it got hot at home, and then scolding me for eating it so fast while he went out to buy more.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

The beautiful woman watched as the young man, desperately munching on dry rations while tears streamed down his face, wiped away the unstoppable flow of tears with his mud-covered sleeves.

She sighed softly and asked, "From the mountain?"

Wu Qing nodded.

The beautiful woman didn't ask any more questions.

The world was in turmoil, and chaos was just beginning. At this time, the imperial court used methods of making an example of someone to scare others and bloody suppression to deal with the unrest that was constantly emerging in various places.

Those who become outlaws, whether willingly or unwillingly, have no way to survive.

The boy had clearly escaped the mountain and avoided disaster, yet he still returned.

Sitting here alone and bewildered, not even afraid of the soldiers coming again, is no different from waiting to die.

But it's not that she can't understand.

Even if we escape, where can we escape to? Everywhere we go, in every direction, is the same.

If there's no way to survive here, are there other places?

"Eat slowly, there's more."

After saying that, he ate some himself.

After finishing the beef jerky in her hand, the beautiful woman got up and strolled into the temple for a look.

The temple was quite large, and it housed dilapidated statues of some kind of malevolent deity.

There was a stove and a porcelain jar nearby, and charcoal fire in a corner inside.

"The food selection is quite complete; it seems we can prepare some hot food," she muttered to herself.

She came out of the temple gate and looked at the boy: "Where is the water? I'll go hunt some wild game."

Wu Qing looked up: "There's a stream not far behind the temple... The wild animals in this area are hard to hunt."

"It's okay, I can go further away." The beautiful woman smiled.

Wu Qing noticed that after she said those words, a blue label appeared on her leg.

After activating the "I want to verify the card" skill, all he saw were gray and white words. This was the first time he had seen blue entries.

He rubbed his eyes and took another serious look.

— "Bewitching Step (Rank 7 Lightness Skill)"!

Before he could react, the beautiful woman leaped into the air like a wisp of smoke, disappearing into the dense forest in an instant.

Wu Qing then realized that the "I want to check the card" skill had this function.

He wanted to apologize to the system; in this world that clearly belonged to martial arts, it seemed to be a rather useful skill.

Wu Qing wiped away his tears.

His experiences over the past six months had taught him that crying was useless.

Cry? Crying counts as time!

Just when he was starving and felt that living was worse than dying, someone was willing to share a large piece of beef jerky with him.

His inner vulnerability was suddenly triggered, and he remembered his parents who were good to him in another world, and he could no longer be strong.

After crying, I feel much more relaxed.

At the same time, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I've died once before, so why am I still so fragile?

Thinking that the beautiful woman had gone hunting for wild game, Wu Qing finished chewing the beef jerky and went into the temple, taking the porcelain jar from the temple to the back to fill with water.

He drank a few mouthfuls from the stream, and the cool water, combined with the warmth from the beef jerky, finally gave him a real sense of being alive.

He thought to himself, "That lady seems beautiful and kind-hearted, and she doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards a small-time bandit like me."

"I wonder if there's any way to get on her good side, to write three 'miserable's names on my phone... no, no, I mean to get her to take me in, or even teach me martial arts?"

In this world where martial arts can be practiced, learning martial arts is undoubtedly the most important thing if you want to stand out from the crowd.

Then he realized that it was probably too late to practice martial arts now, and besides, what martial arts system could be as useful as a system?

I should try to gain more system experience points to level up this "underworld affix system" and see how to get more affixes and skills.

If I'm the only one in this martial arts world who can turn into a ghost or a zombie anytime, anywhere, then what's the point of practicing martial arts?

He regretted not gaining more experience points from Kong Fengjiao last night.

Actually, it should be even more ruthless. In addition to pushing her down and pinning her down, you should also flip her over and continue to do the same thing.

Don't just focus on the weirdness value; increase the ferocity value as well.

Next time, I won't just be a ghost, I'll be a fierce ghost, a vengeful ghost, a lustful ghost, or something like that...