My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Chen Mu, who was floating in the slit, was stunned.

The entire vision outside the slit was obscured by the pale white carapace.

He climbed up the mountain wall, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked out, his expression suddenly changed.

A huge pale tortoise shell with a length of more than 500 meters and a width of 300 meters suddenly came into view.

Rock-like carapace dotted with coral and seaweed, ravines like twisted checkerboard lines, and irregularly arranged spikes.

Wuxin Ling... Is it so fierce?!

Soon he reacted.

This is not a big tortoise whose bell rang unintentionally, but a ship going overseas.

I thought it was a big ship, but I didn't expect it to be a submarine!

...

night.

Inside the mountain camp.

Chen Mu sat beside the bonfire, looking at the behemoth under the cliff in the distance through the gap in the forest.

Under the moonlight, the white tortoise shell could be seen faintly flashing some fluorescent light.

It's amazing.

Chen Mu has always known that this world is not simple.

But seeing this huge turtle shell still shocked him.

How the hell was this thing made?

The overseas world must be very magical.

Thinking about it this way, those harsh requirements are not so difficult to accept.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared beside the bonfire.

Tu Shan's face was excited: I have found out clearly, and we will set off on the fifth day of November.

Get on board tomorrow?

Chen Muqiang resisted the urge to nod: Wait and see.

Is there a problem? Tu Shan squinted his eyes and became vigilant.

Chen Mu shook his head: The aristocratic family is so diligent in getting together, the trap will not be caught.

That's right. Tu Shan sneered: The beauties of various families are sent to Shouyang Palace one after another, in order to have some blood, tsk tsk...

The more blood, the stronger the family. In order to consolidate the family's status, it's not surprising. Chen Mu said calmly.

Wait for others to explore the way. Chen Mu said calmly.

Then wait two days. Tu Shan nodded.

...

Daliang 642, the first day of November.

Chen Mu packed up the mountain wall camp, brought all kinds of reserve materials, and came to the Shouyang Palace on the top of the mountain.

The entire hill has been artificially flattened, and a large building complex sits on it.

Red walls and yellow tiles, rockery and water, cloister pavilion, flowers and trees, one step at a time.

In a bright hall, a thin old man in his fifties was sitting behind a long desk and drinking tea slowly.

The desk is full of ink, ink, ink, and ink, and a thick booklet with one finger is placed in front of the old man.

There is also a boxy wooden box on the right.

Have you thought about it? The thin old man asked lightly, If you go to sea, you will have to work to deduct your travel expenses.

Think about it. Chen Mu nodded.

Thousand Machine Orders. The old man stretched out his hand.

Chen Mu immediately took out the Thousand Machine Order from his sleeve and handed it to the other party.

The skinny old man took the Qianji Order, turned his wrist and disappeared, and then pushed the book in front of him to Chen Mu: Choose a place.

Chen Mu opened it curiously.

Fifteen years of mining at Crocodile Cliff Mountain.

Ten years of growing medicine in Motianya.

Twenty-five years of raising mussels in the Qingjiang Lakes.

...

Chen Mu gave the thin old man a strange look.

Why do you have a sense of sight of a job fair in a previous life?

He flipped through it again, and found that the books were all about this kind of drudgery.

And just a brief description. There's no way to see what's really going on.

They all go to work, and the requirements are almost the same. It takes fifteen years for such harsh work as mining, but it only takes ten years to grow medicine.

That medicine is probably not a good medicine.

Blind selection is all about luck.

Chen Mu calmly glanced at the old man.

The detective pushed the booklet back to the old man: Please also ask the old gentleman for guidance.

As he spoke, Chen Mu gritted his teeth and put five white jade coins next to the book.

The thin old man narrowed his eyes and opened the book naturally, just covering the white jade money.

What's your specialty?

Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief. White jade money works!

I'm good at cooking! Chen Mu was full of confidence.

The old man looked at Chen Mu calmly: Change another.

What, look down on my cooking skills?

No one recruits a cook. The old man said lightly.

Chen Mu looked regretful: Writing and drawing are also good.

The old man looked at Chen Mu speechlessly: I don't hire Mr. Accountant either.

I will make all kinds of medicines. Chen Mu murmured for a while.

The ten-year medicine planting work just now made him a little worried.

The thin old man nodded with satisfaction: Then go to Jilong Mountain to grow yellow bud rice for twenty years.

Chen Mu: ...

Is there any relationship between growing food and my knowledge of medicine?

Chen Mu looked at the calm old man.

You won't be fooled yourself!

Come on, I'll give you a stamp. The old man opened the wooden box, and there was a row of stamps inside.

He picked one out and motioned Chen Mu to show his arm.

Chen Mu's eyes narrowed immediately. Is this the mark Tu Shan said?

After the cover, will it be controlled to death?

Repent? The old man looked at Chen Mu calmly. He has seen this kind of thing a lot.

Come on. Chen Mu decisively rolled up his sleeves.

The old man gave Chen Mu a surprised look: Aren't you afraid of being controlled by others?

Chen Mu said calmly, I'm more afraid of ordinary old age and death.

Stamping may be controlled, but more scenery can be seen.

If you don't build it, you can live a happy life, but you may never be able to jump out of the pond of the beam again.

According to his careful character in the past, he would not hand over his life to others.

But he was even more unwilling to die in Daliang.

Besides, compared to the gray wall of unknown origin, what is this little mark?

Okay. The thin old man smiled and put the circular seal on Chen Mu's left forearm.

A cool feeling came, and a circular pattern connected by black star-dot threads appeared on the arm.

Chen Mu wiped it subconsciously, but the color didn't fade at all.

It's like growing on the skin.

Don't be afraid, it's just a precautionary thing. When the expiration date expires, or you break through the induction, this thing will be gone. The old man shrugged.

Chen Mu nodded.

Don't you have to sign a contract when looking for a job in a previous life?

It's covered anyway, so there's no need to worry about it.

The old man took out another sign from his sleeve and handed it to Chen Mu: Keep it safe, this is your certificate.

You can board the Baishu Shuo now, or go back and say goodbye.

But remember to set off in the morning four days later, and don't wait when it's too late.

The turtle shell submarine is called the white scorpion?

This is nothing like a shuttle.

I'm going to Bai Zishuo. He had long wanted to go up and have a look.

...

Two days later.

The interior of the white hydrangeas is as bright as day.

Two rows of sixteen-story cabin buildings extend to the end against the inner walls on both sides.

In the middle is an open area, with snow-white column trees in the middle, connecting the ceiling and the ground.

The streets on the bottom floor were crowded with people, and the cabins on both sides were transformed into various shops for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

There are stalls on both sides of the street selling all kinds of weird objects.

There is even a Goulan Wasi for listening to music, and two teahouses for drinking tea and telling stories.

If these people hadn't done any disguise to cover up, Chen Mu would have thought that he had come to a ghost city.

It didn't seem as bad as I thought.

He thought it would be a dark cabin, dozens of people crowded together, all kinds of harsh environments.

But in reality, Bai Shisuo Li is comparable to the luxury yacht of the previous life.

This shows that our group is quite valuable. Chen Mu smiled wryly.

Twenty years of white workers doing all the tolls, it is really valuable.

At this moment, a majestic figure suddenly came into view, and Chen Mu's scalp tightened: Bai Miaojin?!