"However, judging from my current state, Liu Changsong and the others may not be very good at this moment."

Sitting upright on the head of the bed and recalling the experiences since entering this world, Chen Changming shook his head secretly, and this thought flashed through his mind.

The rules of this world are domineering and me, and they are not only targeted by him, but all the apostles who entered this world this time.

He was probably not the only one who was treated like a fire.

With Liu Changsong's cultivation level, he can most likely experience this feeling.

I just don't know how he is now.

Death is unlikely.

When you reach Chen Changming's level, as long as you are decisive enough, it is unlikely that you will fall under the Dao Fire.

However, after the Dao Fire is burned, if it is unlucky enough, it may be dangerous to fall.

After all, this world is not very safe.

Judging from the situation just now, it is obvious that there are dangers everywhere.

Those ordinary apostles were not very easy.

At least, most of the things they prepared were probably useless.

The rules of this world are completely different from those of other worlds, and are too exclusive.

Those space pockets originating from other worlds, or other space devices that can store objects, are mostly useless even when they come to this world.

In this way, most of the preparations made by the apostles were ruined.

Thinking of the crazy buying scene in the infinite space before, and thinking about the dilemma of the space bags being unable to be used, Chen Changming couldn't help but shake his head and silently said a few times for them.

Compared with these people, his situation is better.

At least he did not put the things in other storage devices, but placed them directly in the source of his breath.

The source was opened by him himself, and although it was rejected by the rules of this world, it belongs to him at least and can be used barely.

So he can still get what he prepared as long as he is willing.

But then again.

Judging from the unique rules of this world, even if he takes out those things, he probably won’t use them.

At least some things involving the Taoist divine patterns, some magical tools, etc. will definitely not be used.

Make sure to get one and break one.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Changming couldn't help but shake his head secretly. At this time, he didn't know what to say.

I can only say that an emergency task is worthy of being an emergency task, and nothing has been done. Just entering this world, I suffered such a huge loss.

And after that, I don’t know what is waiting in front of me.

The next day, Song Sanyi went out to pull weeds as usual.

Then, he was arrested for interrogation.

In a vast building, Song San followed an old man and walked here with some anxiety.

“Relax.”

As if you felt Song San's nervousness, the old man smiled: "You are also a member of my Song family. Although you are just a distant family, you are also considered our relative. To a certain extent, this place can also be said to be your home."

"Since you're going back to your own home, what's so nervous?"

"yes."

Song San smiled and responded quickly.

Of course he was nervous.

It would be fine if he just came here, but at this moment he had a ghost in his heart, how could he not be nervous?

Whether it is the corpse in red clothes or the immortal in his family, it is a secret that cannot be told.

It would be strange if he wasn't nervous.

Fortunately, his identity is a country bumpkin at this moment. It is normal for him to feel nervous when he came to such a prosperous place for the first time and was summoned by the head of the Song family.

The people around him had no doubts, they were just one by one, with a little contempt in their eyes when they looked at Song San.

Song San didn't care either.

From childhood to adulthood, he has seen many similar eyes.

Nowadays, if ordinary people like him want to stand out, they must not say anything else, but they must have strong ability to withstand pressure, otherwise they would have given up on themselves.

Walking all the way inside, Song San came to a small room.

In the room, a majestic old man was sitting there, wearing a purple robe.

"Your name is Song San?"

He looked at Song San coming from outside with his eyes very sharp.

“Yes Yes”

When the old man looked at him, Song San seemed stuttering and seemed a little nervous.

The old man didn't care, and his eyes continued to stare at him: "Do you know that last night, everyone in your village except you were dead!"

"Ah this"

Song San was startled and looked shocked.

Of course, this look is not completely pretended.

Although he was a little mentally prepared, he did not expect that the ending would be so miserable.

I think if Chen Changming hadn't taken action last night, his fate would have been the same, he died at the hands of the woman in red last night.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt a little scared and a little lucky.

"Tell me, what happened after I did it?"

The old man looked sharp and asked at Song San.

"I have no idea"

Song San shook his head confused: "After finishing, it is said that a opera troupe came. Someone was playing the stage for free outside, so many people went to watch it."

"I didn't go there because I was not feeling well."

"What does that troupe look like?"

The old man's face changed, as if he had thought of something, and he hurriedly asked, "Who is there inside?"

"A middle-aged man who looks very gentle and looks like a scholar, and a woman who looks very beautiful in red clothes."

Song San recalled for a moment, then spread his hands: "As for more, I don't know."

"I saw these two by accident when I went out to work during the day."

"good."

The old man nodded and continued to ask a few more questions.

Song San answered one by one, looking like a very good match.

Then, the old man hurriedly left, looking very anxious.

Only Song San was left in the spot, and another old man was there.

"Little young man, how old are you this year?"

Looking at Song San, the other old man asked with a kind smile on his face.

"Boy is seventeen this year"

Song San was alert, still smiling, looking silly.

"Seventeen, it's just right in age"

The old man thought for a while, then nodded: "Do you intend to come to your home to practice martial arts?"

"For this matter, the head of the family issued an order, saying that if it is appropriate, some compensation can be given."

He spoke and added: "If you are still seventeen, you can enter the martial arts hall and practice martial arts in it."

Song San subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he held it back.

This is not consistent with common sense.

No one will refuse such a good thing as being able to leap from the countryside to return to the family and practice martial arts in the family martial arts hall.

If he refused rashly, it might make people suspicious.

So he still resisted the instinct of rejection in his heart, smiled at the old man, and showed gratitude on his face: "I will naturally be happy to enter the martial arts hall."

"I hope the elders will take care of them from now on."

"Where is it"
To be continued...