A place outside.

Bang!

A whip dipped in water whipped on his body, and it hurts so much.

‘Dare you hit me?’

Fang Xing had just woken up from ignorance and subconsciously wanted to mobilize the power of the law.

But I felt a little cold in an instant.

‘The power of the law did not respond. Is this a world similar to the driver? The body possessed by my soul has decayed essence and blood, weak...too weak...'

He grinned and looked around and saw several ragged young girls, some of whom had gloating smiles on their lips, and of course, more fear.

Directly in front of him, an oriental man wearing a blood-colored robe and dressed similar to that of ancient times was holding a whip in his hand, and looked over fiercely: "You 'paper slaves' remember that every other month, you must hand in ten 'blood paper's pieces. If one is missing, it is a whip... If more than five are missing, hehe, you don't have to live anymore."

‘This original body is a bit miserable…it seems like a slave?’

‘The task must be completed, and now there is a vacancy and is being punished?’

Fang Xing's heart moved: "Not right...Where is my deity?"

Boom!

At this moment, a series of memories emerged, causing his eyes to become dark and he fainted.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a small wooden house.

The wooden house is built with fences, with air leaking from all sides and straw laid underneath.

There seemed to be someone cutting clothes for themselves next to them.

Well, this mission was missing three pieces of "blood paper", and the boy ate the whip three times, and three blood marks appeared on his back.

The key is that the fabric fibers and flesh are mixed together, which are very difficult to deal with.

Cut the clothes open directly, which is a little easier.

His eyes moved and he saw a girl.

The other party was wearing a blue cloth skirt, with a full chest, peach cheeks and almond eyes, and a little romantic mole on the corner of his mouth. He looked a little older than his actual age.

A series of memories emerged, making him know the name of the girl in front of him: "Taohong, thank you..."

"Hmph, this is the treasured golden sore medicine in my family... not much left."

Taohong's hands were straight and her mouth was faster: "You remember that I saved you this time and gave you medicine. Next time I will give me two pieces of 'blood paper'..."

"Two are only two, can you give me some water..."

Fang Xing felt that his lips were dry and almost torn, and his throat was burning.

For example, there seems to be no more miserable than this time travel over the years.

"Yo... Why do you feel like you've been whipped a few times? It's much more enjoyable than before..."

Taohong smiled, stood up, and soon took a pottery bowl that had been missing and placed in front of Fang Xing: "Young Master Fang, enjoy it well... I'm leaving!"

The wooden door closed with a bang.

Fang Xing slowly drank water, grinning every move, and then closed his eyes silently to recall the original memory he had just obtained.

‘The place outside the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty…’

‘This body is also called ‘Fang Xing’. She was born in a poor family. Later, she encountered a major disaster and was kidnapped as a slave by the demon of the Blood Shadow Sect…’

‘This is a place outside, with immortals riding on the wind and swords and evil demons. Further north is the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, a place that countless ordinary people yearn for…’

"The land outside is in chaos, and it is ruled by the ten major sects of good and evil... There are also monks who can practice here, but they have different means."

"The righteous sect can draw talismans, refine flying swords, Zhuyou, and alchemy... The evil sect is good at driving corpses, shadow puppets, origami, please... "

"Either good or evil, they are the targets of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty. Or they can't survive in the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, so they came to this place to establish a sect..."

"The original family was ruled by the evil sect's 'Blood Shadow Sect' and lived a life worse than death. This time it seemed that it was because the tax was not paid in time or something, and many people were demoted to slaves..."

"Actually, it's okay to be a slave. If it's the corpse-driven sect, then you will all be refined into zombies..."

"In the Blood Shadow Sect, there are paper slaves, medicine men, beast slaves, etc.... The mortality rate is very high, and the original body has been supported for a long time. At this time, it is already the lonely star of Tiansha. My family is dead, and I will not be alive for a long time... Then I was reborn by my soul?"

After clarifying the whole story, Fang Xing's expression became very serious: "If this continues, I will die soon... Unless I can successfully practice and become my own member of the Blood Shadow Sect..."

When I was just captured, the Blood Shadow Sect did a test and issued an introductory technique, and then the original body was nothing.

Fang Xing silently recalled: "Well, in this world, it seems that it also requires a certain physical 'genius'. First, sense a certain special aura can be sensed, and then you can absorb and practice... Entering the 'Qi Realm', and then laying the foundation of Tao, which is to 'Nine Levels of Him and Dao Foundation'..."

"The original body can't even pass the first level, as for me?"

Fang Xing sensed himself and couldn't help but shake his head: "It seems like it's almost the same... I'm really going to die this time."

Although his original body is only sixteen years old, he has been a "paper slave" for more than half a year.

The so-called "blood paper" requires the supply of one's own essence and blood to achieve success. Every time one is made, it consumes a lot of life.

Therefore, the official disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect never do this, they just let paper slaves do it.

This is also why Fang Xing saw that all these paper slaves had a decline in their qi and blood, and seemed to be unable to survive twenty-five.

"My true immortal body was destroyed, with only a trace of soul imprint, so weak that it was extremely weak... I also could not sense the strange aura in the void..."

suddenly.

Fang Xing's expression changed.

It is one thing to find that you cannot practice, and another thing is very important: "I am just a clone, where is my body? Where is my body that big?"

If the clone of the immortal cultivation is destroyed, it will be destroyed, but if the original body is destroyed, the problem will be big.

"I can sense... I am indeed in this big world, but my state is very strange, and I seem to be in a deep sleep. Could it be... it is the reason for suppressing the transcendent inheritance?"

The square star surface is as deep as water.

"It seems that my immortal cultivator cannot die easily... Otherwise, I will not be able to awaken my body, and it will be very troublesome in the future..."

"Strength, I need to gain strength as soon as possible!"

It is either the Taoist master of the fourteenth realm, or it is such an embarrassment.

The great way is eternal, and the laws will vary from world to world. When you reach a world where the laws are fluctuating, you will be blinded.

...

After a few hours of rest, Fang Xing walked out of his wooden house.

As far as you see, is a mist-covered valley.

There are hundreds of wooden houses scattered around, which look like a dilapidated one.

There is another river passing by. The river is not clear, but it has a little stench.

Because a magnificent building is built above the river, it is the "paper making workshop".

"Blood paper is a necessary item for the monks of the Blood Shadow Sect to practice the "original paper technique". They use various tree bark and coarse hemp as raw materials... After nineteen procedures such as beating, precipitation, and bleaching, they finally become a pool of "raw pulp"... The work of a paper slave is to use the "paper-making net" to remove the paper and dry it... In this process, you need to feed your own essence and blood to make the finished 'blood paper'..."

"According to this body, this magic technique is too depleted of vitality, and it will consume nearly ten years of life in one month..."

"I have been here for half a year, and I couldn't complete the last mission... Obviously I have reached the ranks of about to be eliminated..."

Gugu!

Just as Fang Xing pondered, his stomach started to scream in discomfort.

"What a feeling of hunger? How long hasn't it been?"

"Even if the strong will is, without strong physical support, it will gradually degenerate..."

"The body of a mortal is really a burden, but it cannot be abandoned. It has to be worshipped with exquisite food, warm clothing, and comfortable environment so that it will not get sick or go on strike..."

Fang Xing sighed faintly and looked at the dining hall.

In order to support them, the Blood Shadow Sect will serve at least three meals.

But he looked up again and found that it was already night and could only see stars.

Obviously, it is impossible for the old men in the canteen to wait until now.

He walked a few steps and heard the low breath of a man from the nearby wooden house, and the sobs of a woman.

"Okay, it seems that it's not very convenient for everyone, so it's better to be self-reliant..."

Fang Xing observed and found that the valley area was very large.

He came to the riverside, frowned slightly, and looked at the papermaking workshop.

I walked a distance and came to the upstream of the papermaking workshop.

The river water here is much clearer, with shadows at the bottom of the river, as if there were fish.

Fang Xing held a sharp branch and waited quietly.

Plop!

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he stabbed the wooden stick into the water!
To be continued...