The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 17 Sham Shui Po

1985, Hong Kong, Sham Shui Po
Another unfamiliar ceiling.

Is it because I always travel through time while sleeping?
What will happen if I travel through time next time?
I carefully felt my physical condition and found that I did not feel dizzy or nauseous.

Good review, give a thumbs up to the plug-in master.

Looking around, it was an unfamiliar room.

It looks to be about 20 square meters, with a bedroom, a living room, and the kitchen is just separated by cabinets.

The furniture is also very complete, with a refrigerator and a TV. Although they are all old-fashioned, they are at least much better than the ones in the human world.

Wait, that’s not right, something is missing, Mu Sheng counted them.

What about the bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom? Where is my important bathroom?

Are you going to the public toilet again? Damn it, Mu Sheng wanted to slam his head on the table.

It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. I couldn't do it in the last world. Now I have all these skills. You still make me go to the public toilet every day. I have refined those skills in vain.

Mu Sheng expressed dissatisfaction.

What kind of world is this? It looks like a modern society.

Random thoughts were flying around in his mind, and suddenly, as if a switch was triggered, a bunch of messy information flooded into Mu Sheng's mind.

"It's numb and my head is dizzy."

I was just lamenting that I didn't feel dizzy after traveling through time, and it turns out that this was waiting for me here.

Mu Sheng's body swayed a few times, and all kinds of messy information emerged in his head from time to time.

Walk carefully to the table and sit down.

Why isn't it a memory pack? The previous one was a newbie bonus?

It took Mu Sheng about half an hour to sort out the information in his mind.

His face looked even uglier. In the human world, he could replace the identity of a character in the plot and it was also a memory pack. It was actually a benefit for novices.

Whenever you travel through time again, you will be a blank slate passerby, and there will be no memory packs. All relevant information will be instilled at once.

It is like a video that can be watched at any time, turned into documents and pictures, which cannot be saved.

I'm a thief. What if I can't remember or forget?

I have also instilled this in others, but I never said it would be so painful.

My brain is still not enough. It seems I have to find a way to improve my spiritual attributes as soon as possible.

The world I traveled to this time was a comprehensive world that was a blend of many Hong Kong dramas.

As for what kind of worlds there are, it is not stated, and Mu Sheng needs to discover them by himself.

The identity that Mu Sheng is currently replacing is not a character in any plot.

Well, maybe it can be considered as a background board for passers-by.

Fortunately, the owner of the identity is also called Mu Sheng, so he finally doesn’t have to use someone else’s name all the time.

He is 20 years old this year. His mother died during childbirth when he was 7 years old. His father was hacked to death in a gang conflict 5 years ago.

Good, good, it’s worthy of being a substitute identity, this is the taste.

Although the original owner's father was involved in gangs himself, he did not want his son to go down this path of no return, and always taught him to walk the right path.

So even though the original owner was not good at studying and dropped out of school early after his parents died, he did not formally join any club.

When I have no money, I do odd jobs. Occasionally, when there is a club showing off their horses, I will take the money and add a head.

After all, it's impossible to avoid the society when living in this shabby place.

As a slum in Sham Shui Po, at least nine out of ten people have some connection with the community.

Of course, most people are like Mu Sheng, who just take money to get in the group, and only a small number of them actually participate in club activities.

"Hello, wait a minute."

Mu Sheng suddenly remembered something and started looking for it rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Two hundred and sixty-eight dollars and seven cents.

It was less than what Mu Sheng earned from the first gold coin explosion.

Looking at all the family property he found after a lot of hard work, Mu Sheng felt helpless.

If you say that the original owner was disobedient, he indeed did not join any clubs.

Although he was obedient, he didn't follow the right path.

A modern Sanhe god, he lives a carefree life when he has money, and does odd jobs when he has no money. Well, if he didn't have a house, he would have to sleep under a bridge in a few days.

Yes, and there is also a house. The house should be worth a lot. Bullshit.

This is a slum. Who among the rich would buy a house here? And the poor don’t have money either.

Forget it, it’s still enough for a few days’ food money. I’ll see if there are any kind people who can give me some money in the next few days.

Host: Mu Sheng

Refining progress: 0%
Refining completed: Health-preserving skills (defense energy); Flying (breaking through the air); Martial arts (martial arts heart); Gun shooting (mechanical sense); Acupuncture (krypton life)

World: Hong Kong World

The external panel did not change much. After absorbing several health-preserving exercises of the same level, Ba Duan Jin was directly named Health-preserving Exercise by Mu Sheng, and the effect of Yingwei Qi was slightly increased. The comprehensive martial arts technique removed the comprehensive, and the effect of Wu Dou Xin was also enhanced.

It is not yet known whether this Hong Kong world has any extraordinary powers, so Mu Sheng does not plan to refine his skills casually for the time being.

"It's four o'clock, time to eat." Mu Sheng looked up at the wall clock.

The kitchen was covered in dust and the refrigerator was full of beer and drinks.

Mu Sheng had no choice but to go out to eat. Fortunately, he had stayed in Shenzhen for more than ten years in the last world and was used to the food there. Of course, it was just a habit.

After changing into a set of clean clothes and packing up, Mu Sheng went out.

Pushing the door open, there is a long corridor with rows of doors and windows on both sides.

There are probably about 20 to 30 households on this floor, with stairs on both sides.

Mu Sheng lives on the fifteenth floor, so there is no need to worry about the elevator. You can imagine how difficult it would be to get there with so many residents sharing one elevator.

I went downstairs and strolled to the street, then looked back at where I lived. The whole building gave me a dilapidated and depressing feeling.

No wonder there are so many gang members here, they all want to risk their lives for a future.

The crisscrossing streets are filled with people rushing around for work.

After strolling for a while, Mu Sheng finally found a restaurant on the street. There were many customers there, and the food was either cheap or delicious.

"Boss, give me a clay pot beef brisket rice."

Finding a seat near the door, Mu Sheng waited for his food while listening to the conversations of people around him.

After a while, the clay pot rice is ready.

“Here comes your claypot rice”

I took a bite and it tasted pretty good. While I was eating, I heard some noise outside.

There is excitement.

Mu Sheng immediately picked up the bowl of rice, turned his head and looked outside while eating.

There were people fighting. They were wearing school uniforms and must be students from nearby.

After fighting for a long time, no one fell down. Mu Sheng shook his head and continued to concentrate on eating.

It's boring to see noobs fighting each other.

Other people in the restaurant were watching with great interest.

"Looking at the uniforms, they should be from Southeast Middle School. This school is full of bad boys."

"Don't say that. There are good students too."

"A good student? Even if a good student doesn't learn bad things here, he will still be bullied."

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Southeast Middle School? Mu Sheng sorted out the information in his mind. He was originally from this school. It was indeed a very chaotic school.

Most of the people who live in the building where Mu Sheng lives now also go to school there.

By the time Mu Sheng finished his meal, the fighting students had already dispersed.

On the way back, I bought some toothpaste, toothbrush and toiletries, which made the already poor family even worse off.

As soon as I reached the door, I saw a lazy figure lying on the railing at the door of Mu Sheng's house.

He is considered the original body's childhood friend, Big Head, who always clamors about doing big things, but now he is still a small-time gangster.

"Shengzi, where have you been? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Big Head exclaimed, and circled around Mu Sheng: "Strange, why do you feel a little different?"

(End of this chapter)