The continuous rain rolled into a curtain, still covering Xunxian County.

It was very lively during the day, but as the heads fell to the ground one by one and were hung on the wooden stake called the "soul-calling pole" in the middle of the vegetable street in full view of everyone, it finally came to an end.

Except for a few people who are obsessed with medicine, most people hold a sad and indignant attitude towards the killing of more than a dozen patriots and sigh endlessly.

Unfortunately, troubled times have emerged, and no one has time to take care of themselves, so how can they take care of others.

After dark, Caishi Street is very quiet.

There was only one young watchman in a mandarin jacket, carrying a lantern and a gong, with dark circles under his eyes, blowing the gong and shouting the watch call along the street.

After finishing the watch, the watchman looked at the nearly ten-meter-high soul-calling pole standing in front of him.

According to the law of the imperial court, those who were eligible to be hanged after being beheaded were either those who rebelled against the party or were criminal thieves.

At this moment, there are a bunch of heads hanging on it, which are the dozen young people who were beheaded in the evening.

A gust of night wind blew over, and dozens of heads swayed along with it.

The sound of flesh and bone rubbing against the pole sounded particularly strange.

The watchman sighed slightly, quickened his steps, and soon left the dark vegetable street.

As soon as he left, he was in a shop at the end of the street.

In the darkness, a corpse that was lying on the ground with its eyes closed suddenly opened its eyes.

Just "resurrected".

Tao Qian seemed to have fallen into a state of freeze. In his mind, the delayed burst of information was being forcibly poured in.

The initial information was disorganized and difficult to understand.

It seems to be ancient words, but it also seems to be some incomprehensible nonsense, or even some symbolic symbols like ghost drawings.

But gradually, they sorted themselves out and gathered together.

In the end, a special format was formed that was easy for Tao Qian to understand.

【Name: Tao Qian.】

【Category: Weird.】

[Historical Statement: When being decapitated, chanting the unknown remnants of the formula gives you the characteristic of "immortality". From this, you enter a state of immortality. You can remain immortal until you die next time by condensing the source energy.

If you fail, you will completely fall.】

[Note 1: Every time you recite this residual technique, you will pay the following price: the body will be permanently rotten, the soul will be hazy, and after possession, it will turn into a strange thing called "soul corpse". 】

[Note 2: Soul corpses are between life and death. They are confused, like to eat people, and are addicted to darkness and moisture. Every blood moon, they will run three thousand miles without knowing how to exhaust themselves. 】

[Note 3: The price has been exempted!]

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After digesting the information flow, Tao Qian was stunned.

Many doubts are now solved.

As for Zan Jue, why was he beheaded but not dead?

There was also the aura related to "rot" and "corpse" that he felt at that time.

Obviously, that is the price of immortality.

But inexplicably, there seemed to be something strange about his soul, which dissipated the aura at the critical moment, allowing him to avoid paying the price.

"So, this is probably my cheat plug-in, the strong perception of extraordinary and strange information, and the cost exemption?"

"However, it still needs to be verified. After all, independent evidence cannot stand."

The thought fell and Tao Qian came back to his senses.

He stood up slowly and groped around in the shop.

After a while, he lit an oil lamp.

The dim light gradually spread, barely covering this small bookstore.

By the light, he found an extremely polished bronze mirror in the corner.

The next second, Tao Qian saw clearly what he looked like now.

Surprisingly, this is a young man.

He is about twenty-five or six years old, tall, thin, fair, and handsome.

There are smile lines at the corners of the mouth and some squinting of the eyes, giving the overall person a sunny and warm aura.

How did such a person die?

As soon as this question came up in Tao Qian's mind, a bunch of memories came out very naturally.

In addition to the life of this body, there is also a "poignant" love story attached.

This man also had the surname Tao and the courtesy name Zhi Ming.

He was a twenty-five-year-old scholar who had failed the examination many times. In addition, his parents had passed away, and he was resentful of the imperial court's mediocrity. He was in a depressed mood and simply stopped preparing for the examination.

I spent all my savings some time ago, came to the county town, bought a corner shop on Caishi Street, and opened a bookstore.

Named "Chengyou Bookstore", it sells all kinds of books.

New books, ancient books and copybooks are all available.

Logically speaking, it is difficult to make a lot of money selling books, but it should be easy to make ends meet.

But the scholar was pedantic and stubborn, and had no foresight at all. Naturally, he couldn't make much money, and instead lost everything in a few days.

Fortunately, there was a female regular in the bookstore who always spoke warmly and comforted me.

After going back and forth, the two finally got it right.

But who would have expected that a maid came to deliver a message the day before yesterday, saying that her mother had arranged for her young lady to be married to a large family in the city as a concubine.

The affair between the two will have to continue in the next life, so the scholar must never forget himself.

Seeing this, Tao Qian glanced at the counter.

Sure enough, there was an empty wine glass and a paper bag containing some suspicious powder.

Obviously, the scholar's understanding of this matter and the word "afterlife" is probably... to die for love?

"You know your destiny, why not try to resist it."

Tao Qian sighed and then said.

With a sigh, Tao Qian didn't think about it any more.

The scholar took his own life and left behind a body, which was regarded as a gift to Tao Qian.

If given the chance, he would try to return the favor.

Tao Qian stood there for a few minutes, waiting for his soul to completely merge with his new body, and then he began to walk around the bookstore.

This shop is small and has a simple layout.

In front are three rows of wooden bookshelves, and in the middle is a wooden platform for stacking books, followed by a checkout counter.

At the back is a small cubicle for sleeping.

It didn't take long for Tao Qian to become completely familiar with his new identity and new residence.

He was beheaded not long ago, and he was just reincarnated and resurrected.

This exciting experience of life and death is enough to make people see through the world of mortals.

When he arrived at Tao Qian's place, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Tao Qian first washed himself under the light, and then sorted out the messy books on the floor. Finally, following the memory in his mind, Tao Qian took out a medium-thick book from the counter drawer, similar to an account book. In fact, it was not much different from a diary.

Booklet.

Although Tao Qian can read the physical memory without any obstacles, it is not a personal experience after all, and many details such as prices are vague.

It couldn't be more convenient to have a journal to deepen your studies.

Speaking of which, if the new identity was that of a three-no person, Tao Qian would definitely abscond and hide as soon as possible.

But now that I am lucky enough to have a body that can be exposed to the outside world, I should naturally adapt and settle down first.

"This world is very similar to the end of a certain dynasty in my previous life, but most places are completely different."

"Let's not talk about the social structure, history and folk customs. The extremely real monsters, ghosts, and mysterious phenomena are enough to show how deep the water is in this world and how dangerous it is."

"I'm a newbie here. The only way to survive is to put on a layer of skin and get out."

He muttered a few words.

Then, Tao Qian casually opened the account book.

"In the ninth year of the destiny, June 3rd, it will be sunny and windless."

"Although I, Tao Zhiming, have not yet married, I have established a business. Chengyou Bookstore is officially opened today. Friends from all over the world have gathered and donated generously. A lot of miscellaneous books have been sold."
To be continued...