Chapter 80: The game of chess between Lan Ke and the master and the apprentice

Even though those methods seemed so weird and nonsensical, Ming An did not give up.

For the people in this world, the two realms of Yin and Yang are really important.

Ming'an had his reasons for having to do so.

His parents in the new world died without leaving him any inheritance, and they also left him a considerable amount of debt.

If he doesn't find something to do, he'll be done for when the debt collectors come to his door.

Although the underworld is not a good place, there are many people who become rich overnight.

The reason why Ming An planned this is because he has a golden finger.

As long as you live you will become stronger, and the system will eventually become invincible.

——Yes, that’s right.

That's the name of his system.

Simple, crude and invincible.

He is getting stronger every minute he is alive. Although the amount of strength he gains is very slow, it is better than nothing.

Becoming stronger is not even a one-sided or one-level strengthening, but a multi-faceted growth. This makes Ming'an more confident and has the idea of ​​"taking a risk".

only……

He was ready to take the risk.

What about risk?

After a tiring day, Master Ming finally got off work. He gained nothing from the day except for being tired.

"Weird..."

Ming An couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Why can’t he find the entrance to the underworld?

Logically speaking, shouldn't a time traveler like him be the one who is suddenly absorbed into the underworld?

How strange!

Ming An fell asleep with his own doubts, puzzled and upset.

As everyone knows...

"too weird!"

The black and white energies continued to surge and intertwine, forming a gray chaotic circuit, outlining countless strange lines, constantly expanding and twisting.

Among them, there were two very vague voices that could be heard faintly, as if they were just beginning to awaken, or just born, simple and dissatisfied.

“Why are there people in this world who are completely sinless?”

Mingan.

The underworld has been keeping an eye on Ming An for a long time.

Both his parents died in the underworld. Not only his parents, but few of his remaining relatives survived. The only exception was Ming An. When they were able to pull him in, the underworld suddenly realized that it was over and it wouldn't work!

There was not a trace of sin in him.

Naturally, innocent people cannot be directly dragged to the underworld for trial.

but……

This shouldn't be the case.

As long as a person is alive, he or she will always have various sins.

Ants accidentally stepped on, ant nests maliciously flooded with water, cockroaches beaten to death, small flying insects sprayed with insecticide, objects thrown from high places, insults to others, fighting for fame and fortune...

The world is a huge furnace of sin that keeps burning people, just waiting for one day to suddenly burn a nerve and sentence them to death.

The black air representing the underworld also becomes more moisturized and powerful with this nourishment.

And for special people, it is more effective than ordinary people.

only……

The Yin Qi turned into a ball of unsatisfied yarn, almost surrounding the sleeping Ming An. The Yin Realm also turned into a plump and round black cat, staring at the sleeping Ming An with deep hatred. This shouldn't be the case!
It shouldn’t be!

Is this kid the reincarnation of a saint?
How come he has never been guilty of any crime?

It shouldn’t!!!
But no matter what, the underworld couldn't just pull Ming'an in. It could only give him a bitter and vengeful look and disappear without a trace.

The next day.

When Ming'an woke up, he always felt that his neck was uncomfortable, as if something was pressing on it when he slept last night.

But he is the only one at home, without even a pet. Where can he find something to control him?
Ming An shook his head and blamed it all on his stiff neck.

He just turned eighteen in the past two days. Although he only traveled through time in the past two days, within just a few days, with the help of yesterday's exploration, he has already absorbed most of the common sense of this world.

——After all, there is nothing much to say.

It's common sense. Even if you change the world, it will be almost the same. There is nothing special to pay attention to, except for the underworld.

A new day begins, and Ming'an is still persevering in searching for a way to enter the underworld.

He hurriedly carried his backpack and ended a day of fishing in troubled waters at school. On his way home, he clearly intended to go home immediately to see if there was any response to the notice he had sent out after finally finding the net, but he subconsciously cast his eyes on a chessboard on the side of the road.

There, someone was playing chess.

One old and one young, they look quite relaxed and comfortable.

Ming An has never been interested in such things as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but it is really strange that when he saw the chessboard, his eyes seemed to be sucked in and he couldn't pull them out.

By the time he finished watching the chess game and came back to his senses from his trance, it was already dark and the people playing chess had long gone away.

"Isn't it?"

Ming'an was puzzled and doubted himself, and his expression became extremely strange.

"real or fake?"

"Could it be that I have also encountered the legendary Lan Ke?"

Ming'an thought about it, shuddered, and quickly ran away.

Being a young man, he never felt troubled by these things. Even though he had just experienced something a little strange, he simply attributed it to the uniqueness of this world.

Not only was I not afraid, I was actually a little excited.

Anyway.

As long as he lives, he will become stronger!
But I don’t know…

After he left, the figures of an old man and a young man slowly appeared at the original chessboard. They all put down the chess pieces in their hands and watched the direction Ming An left.

The old man with white beard stroked his beard with a smile in his eyes.

"I never thought you would make such a plan for your own disciples. I thought you really wanted to wait until they saw through the small world and gained enlightenment before returning, and then accept them as your disciples again."

Lu Chen casually stroked the black cat in his arms and shook his head when he heard this.

"Ming An is my little disciple. He has always been immature, yet outspoken. If no one guides him this time, he might continue to waste time in the Yang World."

"Even if it's training, you have to pay attention to the training method."

What Lu Xuanzhen needed was time and training. He had always been invincible and had almost never suffered from any failure. So Lu Chen threw him directly into the chaotic time. Here, unless he truly comprehended it, he would never be able to climb out.

Ming'an's situation is different.

His mind is like that of a child, innocent and naive. Thousands of years have not only failed to cloud his mind, but have made it even more pure and devoted to the Tao.

And this world...

Lu Chen held the bitter and vengeful white cat in front of himself, seeming to be thinking about something.

"It is not necessary to completely destroy the small world. It is also good to keep such a world as a training ground."

He tapped the nose of the fearful black cat.

"Go."

"I know you want to devour Ming An. Don't be afraid. Even though I am his master, I will not do it openly. I give you this opportunity, you can..."

"Go ahead and devour him."

(End of this chapter)