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On the first floor of a high-end internet cafe.
The five of them sat neatly in front of the computer, their eyes fixed on the screen, their right hand moving the mouse quickly. There were some audience members standing behind the red sofa chairs. They were also looking at the screen nervously, afraid that they would miss the exciting part.
It was a competitive game that was popular in China, Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms.
Han Shang and his four friends were fighting a group battle with five people on the other end of the internet cafe through the local area network.
It had only been less than five minutes since the game started.
Han Shang was controlling Sima Yi.
Sima Yi was the main force of Wei Country's Iron Battle. His high attack output and two stun skills strengthened his core position.
Sima Yi slid on the ground in a strange manner, throwing out dazzling fireballs that accurately hit the Shu soldiers in the river.
Han Shang raised his head and looked at the gold bar. 1945 gold coins, he was going to be a grandson soon. His level had only just reached level 7. Sima Yi felt a little proud of himself. Zhuge was quite weak on the other side. No one came to steal, and he had eyes to protect him. He also did not have the courage to cross the river, allowing Sima Yi to easily save up 2100.
Sima Yi stood in the woods at the entrance of the Dragon Road, leaning against the wall as he read the Art of War.
Han Shang quickly typed a few words on the screen,'Cao Ren, Sun Liaozhong killed Zhuge.'
The signal in the middle path emitted a bright light, and a circle of light spread out.
Cao Ren swam down from the top lane and entered the effective range of Sun Tzu's Art of War. The horseshoe-shaped halo above his head that he had imagined and his speed increasing by several times did not appear.
After the effect rang out, a halo appeared above Cao Ren, Sima Yi, and the Wei soldiers in the river. Their armor increased by 6 points.
Han Shang awkwardly looked at the item in the upper right corner of his inventory, the Divination Heavenly Book.
Suddenly, she fainted on the table.
Bang!
Han Shang felt someone knock him on the head.
"You can't be taught." An old voice entered Han Shang's ears.
Han Shang raised his head and opened his eyes with difficulty. What entered his eyes was an old face. His face was full of wrinkles, and his eyelids were drooping, blocking his eyes. Most of his teeth had fallen out.
" Old man, who are you?" Han Shang wondered why there would be an old man in this high-end internet cafe.
"Sigh, forget it. "You can't be taught. I won't be coming tomorrow." The old man sighed deeply and turned around to leave the house.
Only then did Han Shang notice the surrounding scenery.
There was a long table in front of him, and there were many bamboo scrolls on it. There was a large circular window on the east wall. The curtains made of bamboo blocked most of the sunlight. In the middle of the room was an ancient bronze cauldron. Green smoke curled up, and the smell of sandalwood wafted into his nose.
" Ah!" Han Shang shouted.
Han Shang looked at his hands and feet. He was clearly a child, and he was holding a bamboo slip in his hand.
A young girl who looked like a servant girl rushed in from outside the house. She was dressed in a strange light blue robe that looked like an ancient dress. She asked in panic,"The two of you are panicking."
Han Shang's face trembled with excitement as he asked,""Where is this place, what year is it now, and who is the emperor?”。
"Second Young Master, this is the Han Residence of Xiapi, the current Emperor, the Spirit Emperor," the maidservant said curiously.
Han Shang was confused when he heard this. He stood up and said angrily, What dynasty am I asking about?"
The servant girl looked at the angry Second Young Master with fear and replied," Han Dynasty's voice was trembling.
Han Shang sat down, his eyes lifeless as if he had lost his soul.
Could it be that he had transmigrated? He picked up the bamboo slip in his hand and flipped through it desperately. The book might have written that he had transmigrated to some period of the Han Dynasty.
Although the bamboo slips were written in ancient characters, Han Shang could understand them.
Humans have three souls and seven spirits. The three souls were the Heaven Soul, the Earth Soul, and the Life Soul (Human Soul). Among the three souls, the Heaven Soul and the Earth Soul were always outside, and only the Life Soul lived alone in its body. The Heaven Soul, Earth Soul, and Life Soul did not often gather together.
Han Shang cursed,"What the hell is this?" He reached out and flipped to the front of the book, wanting to see the title of the book and what was written on it. When he flipped to the first page of the bamboo scroll, the first line clearly wrote four big words,'The Art of Dun Jia's Heavenly Book'.
Han Shang's heart was fiercely pulled. Could it be that he had bought the wrong 'Elusive Heavenly Book' and transmigrated to the Three Kingdoms?
Han Shang quickly looked down.
There are seven kinds of spirit, one is the sky, the second is the spirit, the third is the qi, the fourth is the power, the fifth is the center, the sixth is the essence, and the seventh is the hero.
Han Shang was frustrated. He did not understand what was written.
At this moment, a furious curse came from outside the house." I'll kill that son of a b * tch." A young man rushed in with a rattan whip in his hand, followed by a few beautiful women.
" Beast, even the old teacher was angered by you and ran away. You are such a useless thing." The young man was so angry that his face turned red. He raised his vine whip and was about to hit Han Shang. The few women behind the young man hurriedly went forward to pull the young man and persuade him.
" Don't stop me. I'll beat this bastard to death. How could I, Han Dang, be a hero and give birth to such a disappointing son?" The man raised his cane and slapped Han Shang's arm.
Han Shang screamed in pain.
The arm that the rattan had whipped had a hole in her clothes, and a terrifying bloodstain could be seen on her fair skin.
The few women on the side looked at the wound on Han Shang's arm and cried out in front of Han Shang to protect him. Han Dang might have felt that he had hit too hard and stood there, not knowing what to do.
Although Han Shang's arm was burning with pain, his eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him. Could this person be the Great General of the Eastern Wu, Han Dang, Han Yigong?
Han Dang saw his son staring at him and felt apologetic. He walked up and asked in a gentle tone,""Shang 'er, why did you make the old teacher angry?”As he spoke, he took the bamboo slip from Han Shang's hand and examined it. His originally calm face was filled with anger.
" The Yellow Turban is a scourge outside," he scolded." You're also reading these supernatural theories." He threw away the book in his hand and walked out of the door.
Han Shang hurriedly grabbed the bamboo slips on the ground. He suddenly realized that the Yellow Turban Rebellion was really at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
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