This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Chapter 1 .The time is midnight (please collect it

This is a gloomy Japanese-style two-story cottage.

Dark environment, strong damp and musty odor, walls and ceilings covered with mildew, stepping on to the cracking wooden floor

In such an environment, it’s not surprising wherever the resentful spirits in the movie came from.

“It’s almost here, right.” Bai Fan stood in the living room and glanced at the surrounding environment.

At twelve o’clock in the middle of the night, the surroundings were quiet, and the slightest noise seemed particularly abrupt at this time, especially in the dark hut where there were horrible and strange talks, it is even more incredible that there will be man-made movements.

Click

There was a sound, and the sound was as if someone was holding on to the armrest of the hallway, with cold eyeballs, watching him.

Bai Fan followed the prestige.

Click and click.

A little girl in a white dress ran past the entrance.

‘In fact, it’s not surprising that a little girl runs over. ’

Bai Fan thought so.

He has been in this lifeless house for a long time, and it is almost time for someone to entertain him.

Bai Fan looked back calmly.

There is a huge smooth waiting mirror in front of him.

With the dim light of the mobile phone, Bai Fan could clearly see his expression in the mirror.

In the mirror, Bai Fan was grinning, his face pale, and he was smiling at himself.

This extremely normal scene made Bai Fan feel a deep sense of disobedience.

Very strange

Because he didn’t laugh at all.

In Bai Fan’s gaze, the corner of his mouth in the mirror was already grinning to the base of his neck.

He really grinned to the base of his neck, and his bright lips were even more scarlet and weird.

The whole mouth of Bai Fan in the mirror occupied his entire jaw.

Seeing this kind of sight, even Bai Fan, who had always been calm, showed a touch of astonishment.

Seeing the other party opening his blood bowl to his head, Bai Fan slowly raised the phone in his hand

There was a click.

He compared to a scissor hand and took a group photo

Bai Fan took the phone back into his pocket.

He looked sideways.

The smooth mirror surface was smashed, debris was everywhere, and the wooden handrail leading to the second floor was torn down by his bare hands.

The instigator of all this walked out from the house to the outside leisurely step by step, and he had no intention of reflecting on his behavior of rushing into the house at night.

“System.” Bai Fan called out in his heart.

After a while, a cold message came.

‘The ghost in the mirror, the ghost in the house is recovered, and two elementary and intermediate wraiths, gain 3 skill points. ’

Immediately, a panel that was so concise that it could no longer be concisely shimmering with faint green unfolded in front of Bai Fan.

Seeing the wrong color of this panel, Bai Fan just shrugged without changing his face, and then cast his gaze on the page.

Name: Bai Fan (Beichuan Temple)

Physical comprehensive value: 30

Death: 30/50.

Skills: Bajiquan (intermediate entrance to the hall), basic dead energy use (basic savage taste), Jiu-Jitsu (intermediate entrance to the hall), unarmed combat (advanced master).

Traits: Your traits are destined to attract weird and supernatural phenomena.

Remaining skill points: 3.

Remaining props: magic talisman (4).

Bai Fan looked down.

And under this faint green data panel, there is a huge tree that winds up incomparably.

That is a skill tree with a vast array of branches

As long as it has been in the human impression, anything that has been formed can be seen on this winding skill tree.

Smelting, forging, sewing, construction, masonry calcination

Ancient Japanese swordsmanship, competitive kendo, Western swordsmanship

Bajiquan, Wuqinxi, Taiji

On top of it, there are even magic, spiritual power, true essence, higher creatures, source power, phantom energy, and so on that sound tall and tall.

But Bai Fan knew that those were things that could not be seen but not eaten.

Not to mention where the proficiency level is increased after the activation, just activate the spiritual power, the skill points of these skill items of Zhenyuan are a huge expense.

Bai Fan’s life-death control was still nine deaths at the beginning, and he was barely able to get through after receiving a middle-level high-level resentful spirit task.

If it hadn’t been for the resentful spirit at that time just in the period of weakness, Bai Fan guessed that he would be beaten to pieces by the other at once.

“It’s almost time to go back.”

Bai Fan rubbed his hands and let out a cold breath, wrapped in a down jacket and walked quickly towards his home in Neon.

Just like a standard starting point article, Bai Fan is a traverser who traversed the Japanese high school student named Beichuanji half a month ago. He also re-experienced his high school life when he traversed his first twenties. A young girl full of youthful vigor, a colorful love comedy… The plot should have been developed like this

But God obviously made a joke to Bai Fan. At the beginning of his journey, he did not actually have any memory of the predecessor of Beichuan Temple.

Fortunately, when Bai Fan traveled, the school happened to be on winter vacation, and his predecessor happened to stay at home. In the end, he didn’t make a funny story asking others where his home is.

After the first few hours of confusion, Bai Fan, a medical student’s calm and adult mentality, quickly confirmed his current situation, and inferred a lot of useful information from his mobile phone and the student ID card on hand.

First of all, his predecessor was Beichuansi, a student studying at a private high school in Beijing. From the single-digit contact person on his predecessor’s mobile phone, his predecessor was not the kind of long-sleeved dancer who was good at socializing. But this is undoubtedly a good thing for Bai Fan. He has no memory of his predecessor. People who don’t know each other naturally didn’t say anything about it.

The second is the language problem. Japanese communication skills seem to remain in this body, so Bai Fan doesn’t have to bother to learn a foreign language, which can be regarded as gratifying.

No, Bai Fan, it should be Beichuan Temple now. After Beichuan Temple had everything sorted out, the second major event followed one after another.

system.

No one knows where it comes from, and no one knows what it is.

Beichuan Temple, as the root of Hongmiaozheng’s red flag thought, at first thought that this was just a pure conjecture.

After all, as a standard college student of the Tian Dynasty in the 21st century, who hasn’t read one or two online articles about ‘My life is up to me’? The resulting psychological cues are also normal.

But when he woke up the next day, Beichuan Temple found that he was wrong, and it was very wrong.

Opening his eyes from the bed, Beichuan Temple saw the iron-blue face hanging upside down on the ceiling. After ignoring it, he washed his face with the scarlet liquid from the sink tap and brushed his teeth.

During the meal, ink dripping into the curry rice in front of Beichuan Temple, he ate all the curry blankly.

Up to this point, he was still calmly thinking that he had just crossed over, and the “unacceptable” had an illusion caused by psychological hints.

But after Beichuan Temple used the magical charms given by the system to deal with the “hanging girl” on the ceiling, his physique was significantly improved and he gained 0.5 skill points, he vaguely began to feel that the world might be even bigger than he thought. Bizarre.

Many people have said: Some things that happen in reality, they dare not even write like that.

But what Beichuan Temple is facing is reality.

He stood at both ends of the gate, with the known world on one side, where there were no monsters and monsters, only strict laws of physics and chemistry were operating faithfully and consistently.

And the world on the other side of the gate is full of mysterious, strange and terrifying, which makes people shudder.

Beichuan Temple opened the door.

He looked calmly at the slender girl standing in front of his house with a timid face.

The time is midnight.

The door, the home, the wall lamp and the slender girl with a face full of fear and love.

This is the first time that Beichuan Temple has such an exciting gameplay since it came to this world.