Xiao Bing's face turned pale, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes. She remained silent for a long time before asking, "What about the energy attribute?"

  "Energy attribute, preliminary classification, third-level negative energy with a European imprint. However, upon my second careful perception, this energy has been neutralized, so the actual pulling force may fall within the secondary space level, and it belongs to the European civilization's space. Miss, for specific content, we need to invite a sixth-level master to come and carefully investigate and locate, and also pay attention to the timing."

  "I'm aware of this, I'll take care of it. Has the troublemaker been found?" Xiao Bing naturally understood that each space had assimilative properties, and even if one wasn't killed, they would slowly assimilate over time, making time a pressing matter.

  "After the incident, eyewitnesses at the scene immediately reported to the police. Ten minutes later, the police blocked off nearby roads. The driver responsible for the accident was a local resident and has been taken in for questioning by the police."

  "Is that so? This matter must be thoroughly investigated!"

  "Yes, let's go and investigate."

  "Fang Xin, it's all because of me." Only after they left did Xiao Bing say this in a barely audible voice, her fingernails digging into her flesh, fresh blood seeping out.

  When Fang Xin opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a wooden and earthen hut. And there were some memories that came flooding back to him continuously.

  Did he die again? Did he transmigrate again? This was Fang Xin's first thought.

  A gloomy wind blew over from the cracks in the broken wall, carrying a faint and lingering chill and stench.

  His own body lay on the dry grass, wearing only a thin old garment with many patches, but it still hadn't torn.

  Fang Xin's first reaction was to sort out his newly acquired memories.

  This memory is very disorganized and extremely tired, basically just a simple language, as well as the daily life and working career that continues, including the recognition of some people around him, but for literacy and books, it's almost blank. The name of this body is Harnett, he is a free man, and he is a vassal of Lord Eddy Derrick.

  He quickly digested his memories and Fang Xing always felt strange because he didn't have the same feeling towards his body as that future world, it seemed this body was empty.

  Closing his eyes and thinking carefully, Fang Xin suddenly called out: "Yu Ruyi!"

  Yu Ruyi sprang up at the sound, emitting a faint light. Under the glow, Fang Xin suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body and was shocked to discover that his own body had begun to twist slightly.

  "Turn off the spotlight!" Fang Xin shouted in surprise.

  Yu Ruyi closed the brilliant light, only to discover that her body was surrounded by a thread of black air. It wasn't until the brilliant light disappeared that the black air stabilized and returned to its original shape.

  As the light faded away, Fang Xin suddenly felt extremely tired, as if he had done a lot of work, and was very exhausted.

  Fang Xin seemed lost in thought, touching his own body, feeling very real, without any falsehood, but what he saw just now, what was it?

  My heart sank into the jade Ruyi, and as I looked inward, suddenly the whole world changed.

  The entire world, all things, were shrouded in a faint black aura, while his own body was divided into two layers. The first layer flickered with a soft white light, the second layer had fresh blood, bones and internal organs, but they were all shrouded in black aura. Between the two layers, however, there was a faint golden light that isolated the exchange between them - this golden light he was very familiar with, it was the Holy Light of Merit.

  Is isolation necessary?

  He knew that Yu Ruyi wouldn't do anything meaningless, and after checking again, he found that there wasn't much loss, not a real physical body? Was it a virtual body? Fang Xin pondered.

  He is not unfamiliar with this situation, and basic theology has discussed it. The human soul is not an independent entity and must have something to rely on, which can be a real body or the most subtle spirit.

  In other words, in theological theories, especially Buddhist ones, humans and ghosts are just wearing a coat, although this coat is different for each of them, which is the Six Paths.

  After a moment's thought, Fang Xin didn't feel much fear, which was partly due to his temperament, but more importantly, Yu Ruyi had always been by his side.

  As long as Yu Ruyi is with him, he will have no fear.

  "Jade Like Intention, how much merit is required for you to send me back?" Fang Xin asked.

  A jade-like crescent moon rose high in the sky, almost full on its upper surface, and then flashed repeatedly.

  Seeing this, Fang Xin's heart was greatly settled, knowing that the jade-like space in the third layer of the current period would be enough, and the required merit was not very great.

  In the cold wind outside, there was always a hint of chill. Fang Xin digested and organized all his memories of Hannit.

  Yes, this is a manor, which is not surprising in a European medieval setting. The main thing about the manor is the land, and there are also farmhouses, granaries, cowsheds and stables, as well as workshops. The manorial economy is self-sufficient, from growing grain to spinning, weaving, sewing, baking bread, brewing beer, from raising cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks to making socks, shoes, buckets, plates, basins, wine glasses, ironware, pots, knives and so on, all of which are done within the manor.

  Only a small number of people have contact with the outside world, mainly for luxury goods and salt sugar, tenants are not allowed to go out freely, but this body is a free man.

  Free men could go out at will, move (of course, pay a certain amount of tax to the original protective lord), join the army, do business, and even become mercenaries.

  Looking at the muddy wall, with swords and old leather armor hanging on it, combined with memories, Fang Xin understood how this body obtained its free citizen status - don't think that free citizens are common, generally speaking, a baron has thousands of tenant households, tens of thousands of people, and there are very few free citizens.

  This family of the body, through five generations served as vassal professional soldiers, and two generations sacrificed, until Hannett's father was sacrificed, the lord gave this family a free citizen status.

  Hannit seems to be not very capable, or too young, although he has gained his freedom, he has no ambition to go out, just serving as a messenger for the manor, or responsible for transporting goods outside - this is already a good job for Hannit.

  All of this is irrelevant, Fang Xin's gaze turned to Yu Ruyi - now the only question is, can Yu Ruyi still accumulate merit in this space?

  If possible, would there be different ways of acquiring merit?

  After thinking for a moment, Fang Xin's eyes slowly revealed a firm expression.

  He picked up the sword, an ordinary iron sword passed down from his ancestors, already covered in rust. He immediately took out a whetstone and began to sharpen it.

  In his childhood memories, Hannet had this process, a rigorous course supervised by his father. After his father's sacrifice, Hannet never ground again.

  Now re-sharpening, Fang Xin found back the memory of that year, and started grinding with water and whetstone.

  Half an hour later, he had sharpened his sword and it was giving off a sharp gleam.

  At this time, the sky was already brightening, Fang Xin grasped his long sword, and the memories of Hanni's basic swordsmanship training from childhood floated up, while Fang Xin's own beginner-level Yue Men swordsmanship also floated up.

  In comparison, apart from absorbing Hannet's basic swordsmanship course to a limited extent, they focused on the introductory stage of Yue Men Swordsmanship.

  This is not to say that the East must win over the West, swordsmanship was originally used for killing people, in theory, it's about how much of a civilization's history of slaughter there is, apart from consciously banning martial arts, generally speaking, the longer the history of slaughter, the more perfect the evolution of swordsmanship and other killing skills.

  But what Fang Xin learned was the entire imperial system's organized swordsmanship, a skill that had been tempered and refined to perfection, far beyond anything a rural soldier could learn.

  Fang Xin started running, exercising his body, familiarizing himself with his own body and swordsmanship. After half an hour, he stopped satisfactorily.

  Then took out the leather armor to clean, replaced with new straps, and it was done.

  This has nothing to do with his merits, or rather, there is no direct relationship, but it is a way of protecting himself. He doesn't want to know what changes will occur if he is killed - that isolated black air gives him an ominous premonition.

  Now it's just waiting for opportunities, or creating them yourself.

  However, recalling his own assassination, Fang Xin's eyes became deep and solemn. After a long while, he finally spat out one sentence: "Humans are still humans!"

  No matter how civilized society is, darkness is still inevitable.