Chapter 1 Life span 36,000 days
The night is lonely and the cold wind blows.
A dark cloud circled around, completely covering the bright moon in the sky, leaving only three or two bright stars shining.
In Donglai County, on the empty street, two shadows continued to lengthen under the firelight.
The two men were dressed in Tsing Yi uniforms, carrying knives at their waists and holding lights in one hand, patrolling around from time to time.
One of them, a slightly older man with a short beard, sniffed his cold nose and shivered in the cold wind.
"Hey, why is it so cold today? If I had known, I would have asked the mother-in-law at home to buy more thick underwear."
Song Changming glanced at the thin body of the person next to him and said nothing.
No matter how cold the night is, we have to continue patrolling the streets.
The lights flickered, and he glanced at the alleys and alleys on both sides of the street. He silently estimated the time in his mind, and it should be almost midnight.
[Today’s evaluation: A boring day, lifespan +5, and limited-time status ‘Mediocre inaction’]
"Sure enough." Song Changming noticed the prompt message that appeared in his mind on time, and his expression remained unchanged.
This is the twelfth year since he came to this world, and the past of his previous life has become increasingly blurry in the depths of his memory.
He only remembered that he died suddenly while working overtime late at night, and then traveled here.
With a thought, a small suspended translucent panel appeared in front of me.
Name: Song Changming
Lifespan: 36,002
Spirit: seven
Root: ten
Related physique: Fear of water (gray)
This relatively simple attribute panel has been turned over and thoroughly studied by him since he traveled through it.
The lifespan on it shows that it is thirty-six thousand days, a lifespan of nearly a hundred years!
Even in that era of previous lives, a hundred-year lifespan was an absolute longevity for ordinary people, and very few people could really live that long.
And looking at this life, not to mention, according to ordinary people's standards, if you can live to be fifty or sixty years old, it is already considered a joy and sorrow. It is too late to be happy, and you basically dare not expect to live a good life for a hundred years.
In fact, he is now eighteen years old, not counting the past eighteen years.
These thirty-six thousand days are the remaining years of his life.
As long as he lives a day, he can accumulate a certain number of days of life.
Simply put, the longer he lives, the more life he will have left.
After adding up little by little day by day, he had enough to live for nearly a hundred years.
This ability that belongs to him is not weak. As long as time continues to pass and days continue to pass day by day, theoretically he will be immortal!
When he first realized this, he couldn't help but think about it even though he was overjoyed.
In his previous life, he was young and died suddenly when his career was booming, ending his short life hastily.
But in this life, he has a lifespan that seems to be endless, which seems to him like a compensation in the dark.
Of course, if he wants to be truly immortal, he must not commit suicide himself.
With this ability, he can resist the ubiquitous erosion of the butcher's knife of time, but there are always many accidents and even diseases in the world that can still kill him.
Therefore, he has been cautious in his words and deeds over the years, saying less and doing less, never actively causing trouble, and focusing on stability.
Until today, Song Changming looked at his lifespan column on the panel, which was a neat number of thirty-six thousand. While feeling full of accomplishment, a big stone fell into his heart.
"Finally it's all together."
From the beginning of time travel, he understood another powerful aspect of his ability.
After consuming 36,000 days of life, he can come back to life no matter how serious the disease is or if he dies due to other reasons!
When he first traveled through time and came back to life, he almost exhausted the remaining days of his two lives combined, leaving only less than ten years.
It took me so long to accumulate so much that I could finally get back to this destiny.
"Now that my life is guaranteed, I can finally make appropriate changes. I don't have to avoid everything anymore." Song Changming thought to himself, and his mind gradually became more active.
After living in this world for more than ten years, he has already integrated into it.
Although he has been doing nothing, it does not mean that he is willing to live like this forever.
You must know that this world is not ordinary. As he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard some shouts coming from the front, and Song Changming immediately followed them.
At the corner of the long street, several figures appeared out of nowhere, entangled and fighting with each other.
Seeing this, Song Changming subconsciously grabbed Li Fu'an beside him.
Only then did Li Fu'an belatedly notice a group of thugs suddenly appearing in front of him. He was so frightened that he almost lost his grip on the light in his hand.
"They are from the Qinghe Gang!" Li Fu'an is an old man who has lived in Houli Street for more than ten years. He knows this place very well and immediately recognized the identity of a group of thugs who were fighting.
"Don't worry about it. Let's go first. Report this matter to the Patrol Division A. As for whether to send out patrols, let the patrol chief and others decide." Song Changming made a prompt decision and said.
Although he has only been working as a night watchman for more than a year and is still a newcomer, the rules of conduct for so many years will never allow him to get involved in such a dangerous incident, and he should not even take a second look.
What's more, that's the rule here.
Although they were members of the government patrol department and carried knives at their waists, at best they could only frighten some low-level thieves and ordinary people.
The feuds between gangs in this city are beyond their ability to interfere.
To put it bluntly, the identity is not enough.
"Okay, let's go! Let's go! It's better for your eyes to work." Li Fuan came to his senses and turned around to leave, for fear of harming Chi Yu.
There are eight main streets in Donglai County, which divides eight large urban areas, and correspondingly there are eight patrol departments responsible for the public security control of the local urban areas.
Song Changming is now a fire watchman in the Houli Street Patrol Department, and his status can barely be regarded as a civil servant working in the government.
Soon, the two of them put down their night patrol work and hurried back to the Patrol Division.
They saw that other night watchmen were already there to report the gang fight, so they came back quite late.
There were not as many people in the Patrol Division late at night as there were during the day. There were only a few armored patrol guards sitting by the candlelight in the lobby, eating dried fruits and chatting.
Even when he heard the night watchman's report, he didn't care at all and didn't look nervous at all.
On a painted solid wood bench, a broad and burly man was lying there, his eyes half-squinted, and he waved his hands casually.
"I already know about this. Let everyone come back. You can rest tonight. There is still something for you to do tomorrow morning."
When Song Changming and several other night watchmen heard this, they immediately agreed and left.
The Houli Street Patrol Department has a clear hierarchy. The person at the top who is in charge of the overall situation is the director.
There are six patrol chiefs under the command of the director, and the man on the bench is one of them.
In the absence of the director, these patrol chiefs made the decision on some matters, and they, the fire watchmen, had no choice but to obey.
"Thanks to those gang members, I can leave early today, but I have to go back and take a few sips of hot wine to warm up." After leaving the Patrol Division, Li Fuan seemed to be in a good mood. He greeted Song Changming and left.
"There has been such a big commotion this time. I'm afraid there will be a lot of dead bodies to collect tomorrow morning, so it's better to go back and wash up and sleep."
"That's true."
The several night watchmen also finished their work and went home.
Song Changming yawned and walked in the other direction.
Although he works as an errand in the Houli Street area, his home is not here.
Houli Street is quite prosperous in the city, so the houses here are not affordable for his family.
He stepped up his pace and walked through several small streets and alleys, deliberately avoiding the gang fight location he had just seen, and walked for almost an hour.
Nearing the edge of the city, the surrounding street environment gradually deteriorated. The large mansions no longer appeared, and the pavilions and pavilions disappeared. Only scattered old stone and wood houses remained.
Baiyi Street is the most run-down and marginal area among the eight major urban areas.
Usually the people living here are low-class people with no status background and no financial resources.
It was already late at night, and the entire Baiyi Street was dark. People living here basically worked at sunrise and rested at sundown, and rested and slept at night.
Passing through several alleys and an old tree with a crooked neck, I could hear the calls of wild cats and dogs from time to time.
Soon, several partitioned huts appeared in front of them. The bottom was covered with mud, the top was covered with wood, and there was a solid fence around it.
Song Changming simply looked around to make sure there was nothing unusual, then walked around in front of the room where his parents were. After faintly hearing the gentle sound of sleeping inside, he returned to his room with peace of mind.
Although Baiyi Street also has a patrol department, the security situation here is still the worst, especially there are many thieves.
Those gangs in the city will at least set up rules and follow them, and there are traces to follow.
These unprovoked petty thefts are impossible to guard against, as shown by the fact that even a few chickens raised in captivity at their home were taken away a few days ago.
After washing up hastily, Song Changming lay down on the bed, with the saber he always carried beside his pillow.
This is also one of his habits. Although he is not a serious swordsman, most of the time he keeps his sword close to people, which makes him feel more secure.
"If you save some more money, you should start planning carefully."
Song Changming looked at the saber on his pillow, feeling confident that he would have one more life. He thought a lot that night before falling asleep.
(End of chapter)