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2 Xuanji Magic Dice

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In an instant, Huo Chilian shot over swiftly with a swoosh.

Han Ling, who had long been alerted, quickly moved the bronze box up with all his muscles, blocking the ferocious snake head that had already opened its fangs and pounced on him. If he could take the opportunity to close the copper lid when the terrifying red snake hit the bottom of the bronze box and seal it inside, then he would have a chance of survival. His relatively calm mind allowed him to be prepared to close the lid at any time!

"Clang!" The sound of a clay pot being smashed was heard. The red silk had already hit the bronze box. Han Ling's nerves tensed up, and his right hand reflexively reached for the lid of the box. Before he could touch it, he felt a huge force coming from the thick bronze box. F * ck! How could this damned snake have such great strength!

The bronze chest was like a monk striking a bell in a temple. It made a loud noise and even began to corrode. Han Ling's entire body swayed like a bell and was sent flying backward by the force. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the sky on both sides. There was wind whistling and white clouds above. The cliff that he was standing on was constantly stretching upward. Or rather, he was falling.

F * ck, who would have thought that he, who had just found his " family heirloom " and had yet to marry a fair, rich, and beautiful woman and become a CEO, would have to brave the 18th floor of the basement because of a tiny insect wearing scales and armor. Han Ling felt very aggrieved, especially since he had not had the time to take a closer look at what the so-called family heirloom looked like.

In just a few seconds, the sound of the wind became louder and louder. The airflow that blew over caused Han Ling to squint. In the midst of the blur, a small black dot was chasing after him from above. It was a square hexagon, and the few sides that fell were engraved with different numbers. The iron-colored edges were extremely familiar to him.

Was this a die? The so-called family heirloom was actually an iron die?! Han Ling felt his heart twitch, and he had the urge to curse.

Wait, were there dice during the Warring States Period?

He opened his mouth, and the thought that suddenly entered his mind made Han Ling fall into a trance. He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead, and the iron die smashed him sideways with a weight that exceeded his expectations.

Below him, the deep pool was within reach in the blink of an eye!

Han Ling, who was shocked by this scene, closed his eyes tightly and cursed," F * ck you! If I find out which bastard invented the iron dice in the Warring States Period, I'll beat the crap out of you!”

The sound echoed in the valley for a long time. Along with the loud sound of water entering the river, water splashed everywhere.

.....

The water submerged Han Ling's face, nose, mouth, and ears, making it difficult for him to breathe. What followed was not much pain. Even in the water, he felt a strange smell of incense. Eh, the water was actually hot? What was going on?

A series of question marks popped up in Han Ling's head. The place on his forehead where the family heirloom had hit him started to hurt. Just like a drowning person, he used his hands and feet to try to get his head out of the water.

As soon as his hands and feet stretched out, he came into contact with a hard obstacle, making the sound of knocking on a wooden wall in the water. At the same time, there was someone else.

Someone was there! Where am I? Did he fall into the water with me?

Han Ling quickly stuck his head out of the warm water. He couldn't be bothered to wipe the water off his face. He eagerly squeezed his eyes and looked ahead. He was stunned.

In front of him, a woman was sitting in front of a wooden vat.

Her purple hair was combed into a bun, leaving behind two strands of hair that reached her face. She had a thin purple hairpin on her face, and she was wearing a thin layer of makeup. She looked at him with surprise. Her eyebrows were shapely, and her eyes were like phoenixes. Her temperament was like an orchid.

When his eyes met hers, Han Ling suddenly realized that the purple-haired beauty in front of him had a faint purple pattern that looked like a butterfly's wing under her left eye, which was half-covered by her hair. Even her eyes had a faint purple color, like a pair of pearls hidden in the bottom of the sea, dark but dazzling.

Before he could look again, he felt a sharp pain on his forehead where the iron die had hit him. Then, he felt a cool sensation. Invisible white ripples spread out from the center, and the world seemed to become ethereal. Han Ling felt his spirit leave his body and fly high into the sky. He saw a vast land from top to bottom. On it were mountains and rivers, palaces, and cities.

This was…? Han Ling was stunned.

"Extraterrestrial Technology, Mysterious Demon Dice has been activated. World analysis completed. Current world, Spring and Autumn Warring States (Wuxia), World Smuggler Han Ling, serial number 001, please confirm the respawn point."

World Smuggling Players…This was easy to understand. Even if he had never eaten pork before, he had seen pigs run. Looking at the health bar, mana bar, and other boxes in front of him, Han Ling slowly accepted this familiar nod. However, was the Spring and Autumn Warring States a martial arts world? Who are you kidding? I was a special enrollment student in the history department when I was in university!

Before he could continue bragging about the past, the health bar in front of him suddenly dropped a little, and his spiritual body was pulled back by the gravitational force from below.

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