Li Mengdong fell on the sand, and his dryness and softness made him feel like he was stepping on a carpet. The well wall became illusory and ethereal, like strings of white bubbles floating upwards.

He felt familiar. He watched a few years ago a binary character that appeared in front of Keanu Levitra in the Matrix, and it was also in this state. It was just that it was in green color.

"What is this?" He stretched out his hand curiously.

"Don't touch it, this is the adjacent virtual state after time stops, close to nothingness."

I don’t know when there was an extra old man, with a long and narrow nose and a pair of small eyes.

This ghostly person appeared in the air, which scared Li Mengdong and asked, "Where did you come from?"

The man did not answer, and took out a table like a magic trick and pulled out two more chairs. Li Mengdong opened his eyes wide and could not see where he pulled it out.

He took out the teacup and teapot and poured two cups of hot tea into one after another, "My name is Cui Jiu, I am a voice disciple, so do you."

His voice is like a combination of multiple electronic instruments, but not all, and some of it is a sound that can only be produced naturally. It is like a set of extremely complex equations.

"Singer?" Li Mengdong was very confused. He could not find this strange word in his memory, nor did he have any items related to him.

Cui Jiu sat down solemnly, picked up a cup of tea, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently, "Aren't you coming?"

Li Mengdong sat down obediently, facing the teacher like a curious student.

Cui Jiu said while drinking tea: "You have to know that two parallel universes are not connected, but under special circumstances, narrow tunnels of different time and space will appear in the two time and space."

Li Mengdong often missed physics classes when he was in college, but he was not unfamiliar with the famous Einstein-Rosen Bridge, "Are you talking about wormholes?"

"You can call it that, but we prefer to call it the sound bridge. In nature, two sets of parallel physical phenomena will appear sound bridges, such as consciousness, vision, hearing, and memory between people."

Cui Jiu slowly took a sip of tea and put it back, "Why aren't you here?"

“I’m not thirsty.”

Li Mengdong had just drunk enough rain, and any liquid would make him nauseous now.

"The person who can open these sound bridges is called Yintu. I am the sixty-seventh and you are the sixty-eighth. I will give you a singularity that you can develop into the entire system. Welcome to the parallel universe."

Li Mengdong opened his mouth wide in shock, and after a long time he held his palm back to his chin. He stared at him with good eyes, "What do you mean I have traveled through time?"

Cui Jiu nodded, "You have drowned in Yuelongjing and have entered this universe with Han Ning's body. In this era, seven countries are Qin, Xiao, Feng, Lu, and Yang Zhong. The country you are in is called Xiaoguo, and the emperor of the dynasty, King Xiao Xiang, Li."

"Seven Kingdoms! The Warring States Period is more than ,400 years ago. You are not kidding, are you?" Li Mengdong exclaimed.

"That was your era. The same time nodes in each universe are always somewhat similar, but they are generally different. In this universe, this era is only called the Seven Kingdoms."

"I'm dead, and it's over ,400 years ago."

Li Mengdong's foot scratched the sand, and then he noticed that it was pure white sand, like pearl pink that broke the ground. He lowered his head and slowly smoothed the marks with his feet.

"Strictly speaking, you are called rebirth from the fire. Because that accident inspired your voice disciple's potential and allowed you to continue to live with Han Ning's identity."

Li Mengdong jumped up from the chair and was excited, "You said it was an accident, I was murdered at all. I have to live in another identity. I am not him, so how can I let me live?"

Cui Jiu was stunned and said, "This is a problem. Every voice disciple must have the memory of the host. I can't connect Han Ning and I can't let you have his. However, I have a way to remedy it."

Cui Jiu spread his palms, and a white light spot flew out from the palm of his hand, and fell into the teacup.

Cui Jiu pushed the teacup over, "Drink it, you will have the same habit as Han Ning. With this disguise, others will not misunderstand you. Thus you will grow into a great musician. With your own ability, you will find out the cause of your death."

This is definitely a temptation. When Li Mengdong was trapped in the well, he was determined to know who wanted him to die. He went to work and got off work at two o'clock and one line, and even did his girlfriend have time to hand over. Who would he offend if he was so simple?

This question is like a thorn in the throat. If it is not pulled out, there will be no happy days.

The tea in the cup rotates, turning from yellow tea soup to mint green, and the heat rising upwards is also light green.

Li Mengdong kept suspicious that he had gone to hell, and the man in front of him was a disguised Meng Po. He said so many irrelevant words, just wanted him to drink Meng Po soup.

Forgotten is also a solution, at least everything can be done over.

"Okay, I'll drink." He picked up the teacup and drank it all.

The white bubbles stopped, as if they were twisted and winded up.

A strange feeling fermented from Li Mengdong's brain. It was a sound that began to buzz like a mosquito, turned into a low murmur among a person, and finally became a voice of the heart, and it was still another person. It was as fast as an old monk chanting scriptures and couldn't hear what he was saying.

"What did you, the old turtle, do to me?"

Li Mengdong simply didn't believe his ears. Although he had poor academic performance and his work was not going well, he had received more than ten years of education. Apart from a few commonly used Internet terms, he had never even said other swear words from him.

He checked himself wildly, his body was not abnormal, his thinking was his own, his voice was his own, and even his habits were not changed. All parts of his body could be controlled freely, why couldn't he control his mouth just now?

"It's not bad, my task has been completed. "Cui Jiu stood up and packed up the tables and chairs," Han Ning turned out to be from a good family. Later, he met several fox friends and dog friends, and became obsessed with gambling. He was able to restrain himself at first, but later his parents died one after another, and he was out of control. He lost all his ancestors' property and owed a lot of gambling debts. He really lost all his face as a sage book teacher, and he lost all his gentleness and learned a lot of gangsters in the restaurant and gambling shops."

"So..." Li Mengdong guessed.

"So I dissolve the habit of a gangster in this dynasty into your personality. Remember that your name is Han Ning, and Li Mengdong is a past tense."

"Cui Laojiu, you bastard, take him out for me."

Cui Jiu cleaned up and stopped, "You go back quickly, otherwise you will be killed again."

The well wall moved, and everything quickly left Han Ning and turned into light. Yuelongjing shrank into a spot of light and eventually disappeared. When Han Ning stopped, he felt that his back was burning hot.

It’s this feeling again. Is it infinite circulation in the well and the bottom of the cliff? Han Ning’s dream is broken and noisy like a vegetable market.

"Wake up quickly and use your perception quickly. Every voice player has the ability to amplify perception."

The voice kept repeating the same sentence in Han Ning's mind. Han Ning was so annoyed that he opened his eyes hard.

He was tied to a pillar with his hands tightly tied.

It is a kitchen where you can smell the fragrance of noodles in your nose, and the visibility is very low. A red light shrinks and enlarges like breathing.

There should be a earth stove behind him. He looked at the mess around him, throwing firewood all over the floor, noodle bowls were pressed upside down on the table, and a few jars of wine were piled upside down in the corner of the wall opposite.

"It's that place, use your hearing to hear what they are saying." It's the voice in my mind again.

"Who are you?" Han Ning whispered softly before he fully recovered his mind.

"I am your voice assistant, and I will appear when you need it. My name is Su Muzhe."

"What?" Inexplicably excited rushed into his brain, driving away all the haze. He became refreshed, "I was not a dream just now."

"Now is not the time to discuss this, you should put all your will on the opposite wall."

Han Ning did as he did. It was a adobe wall, which was peeled off by the moisture and leaked out the straw. There were strange sounds in the wall, like a few people talking, and it was so messy that it couldn't make up a sentence.

"Concentrate all your attention."

Han Ning put down his chaotic thoughts and his heart slowly calmed down. The sound in the wall became clear. He felt a large space, which should be the noodle shop he had been to, and he did not leave at all.

"You two are becoming more and more unreliable. Didn't you say that someone was killed?"

Han Ning had no impression of this voice.

"We did follow Han Ning to Jianglong Mountain. While he was not paying attention, he let him lie down with one knife. In the end, he also added two more knifes."

Han Ning heard that this was Wei Laosan. No wonder Wei Laosan kindly asked him to drink thirsty, and Wei Laosan had a strange performance in Yuecheng. It turned out that Han Ning had already died in Jianglong Mountain, and he was one of the murderers.

"No wonder I traveled into Han Ning's body."

"Birthday, the time of death, plus the time of heaven and earth, when these meet together, will happen to allow you to travel through time and space." Su Muzhe explained.

Han Ning ignored Su Muzhe's explanation and skipped him. He was interested in the cause of his death. Calm down and continue listening.

The strange voice, "Tell you how many times I have been killing people, I have to dig deep into the pit. How about it, I'm lazy and messed up again."

"Boss, we dug very deeply this time, and the roots of the tree were dug out. It was all because of the heavy rain in Jianglong Mountain that rushed him out again."

How could it be the guy's voice? Han Ning recalled the surprise when he arrived at the noodle restaurant. This made it clear that he was also the murderer who killed Han Ning.

Han Ning also encountered heavy rain and was buried in a deep pit, which made Su Muzhe think so.

"You two go and chop off his head, and see if he doesn't have a head, he will still be alive." The boss's voice across the wall.

Han Ning was startled. The group of people was extremely vicious and said that they would take action soon. "Su Muzhe, think of a solution for me."

"I will give you guidance here today. You can handle the following things yourself. Remember not to resist your secondary personality."

"Su Muzhe, Su Muzhe." Han Ning called out continuously, but he did not respond.

Han Ning sighed helplessly, "Cui Jiu sent me such a guidance and ran away when he encountered danger. Could it be that I would let me negotiate with them alone?"

"No need to negotiate, you pretend to be a ghost to scare them." A thought suddenly appeared in Han Ning's head, which scared him. One despicable method after another came out of his mind, like a flood with a gate open.

"What did you do to me, Cui Laojiu?"

Han Ning remembered Cui Jiu put the habit of a gangster into his body.

"No, I can't use these methods, I want to shout for help."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the content changed. "You fool Wei Laosan, you will bring me to the culprit. I am a ghost now, and I want to strangle you to death one by one."

He raised his voice to the maximum to ensure that the people in the opposite room could hear it. The gloomy voice was enough to remind people of the blood all over the ground. In the cemetery under the cold moon in the deep mountains, a scholar was trembling and leisurely walking through the middle, chanting the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

Han Ning didn't know how to do it, and his voice made him feel goosebumps.

Sure enough, "Ghost!" The guy screamed, the sound of the dishes falling to the ground, and the sound of the table and chairs falling to the ground.

Wei Laosan was even more frightened and stuttered for a long time without saying a word.

The boss is the calmest, "You all killed everyone, aren't you just a ghost? Go and kill him for me."

...

"I'm still standing there, hurry up and go for me." The boss pushed open the door violently.

Han Ning heard the two people leaving the door, hugging their hands in front of their chests, trembling in the yard in three steps, turning around deliberately, rubbing them deliberately.

After five minutes of travel, they walked for an hour, stood in front of the door and refused to go in, and discussed in a low voice, "Brother Third, you can go in later, and you will get him with one knife. I have little force and I can't stab you to death, and I will stop us."

"You should do it. If I can't kill him, you can't stop him if you are too aggressive to let him run away."

"Come in. I've killed it once, are you still afraid of the second time?" Han Ning's voice rushed straight to their scalp, and his hair stood up one by one.

The two of them pushed the door open a crack, and Wei Laosan smiled and squeezed into half of his face, "If you don't mind the trouble, we'll go in."
Chapter completed!