Chapter 1: Body-taking (2) ()

At this time, the boy had woken up. He listened to these things and his heart was turbulent, but he didn't want to open his eyes.

This body's rolling memory is so familiar that it evokes long-lost memories.

Countless fragments of memory, including past, future, present, swarming in until the last ray of blood.

The body on the bed shook violently, and the boy subconsciously touched his neck. The sharp knife in his memory instantly cut off his head, so vivid that he felt fear and stinging...

"Little official, are you awake?" Although the movement was small, someone immediately alarmed. He hurriedly approached and asked.

"Is it He Zhong?" Although his consciousness was still floating in the darkness and showed resistance from his bone marrow and memory, the boy now said reluctantly.

"Little official!" Although the young man said lightly, He Zhong still felt very happy.

When the little official was defeated, he fell down his horse, which was a big deal.

But now that he wakes up, it at least means that his situation has improved and he can survive the mutiny. No matter what, it is a gratifying thing.

"Precaution the gate and wait until I wake up tomorrow morning." The young man reluctantly ordered.

"Yes, a little official!" He Zhong replied loudly.

After the boy said this, he fell into a coma again.

This is a long dream. In the dream, I was called Wang Shoutian, and later changed my name to Wang Hongde. This time, the mutiny failed. Below is the rush to the city and meet with the deputy general. Below is the Jiedushi who sent troops to defeat the enemy... Countless memories are constantly coming.

Strangely, there are two memories, one of the body, and one of the broken and unwilling souls. The strangest thing is that at the beginning, the two memories were the same, both of which were called Wang Shoutian or Wang Hongde!

This memory is very real and ridiculous. The memory of this body has been in full swing for eleven years, while the memory of the soul below has reached 29 years!

"Is it a rebirth that has been regressed for eighteen years in the legend? The body and soul of this native really have the life of the protagonist. It was just that the soul I traveled through time was smashed and taken over?"

My body was sore and soft, my head was so painful that it seemed to be about to crack... In the hazy, the light of my heart lit up, and countless memories were constantly reorganizing, forming a new soul system.

The next moment, consciousness fell into darkness again.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but when he woke up again, he finally woke up. His complex memories have been completely archived, and various sounds have come from outside.

The early morning autumn wind was somewhat chilling, and in the distance, you could faintly hear the roar of some wild beasts. When you left the camp and looked out, there were several soldiers patrolling around the entrance of the valley, all looking listless.

Surviving the previous war, it was obvious that victory did not belong to them.

"Ha, the dew was still so big in the morning." A mountain man with wounded on his arm had been patrolling just now. He was obviously tired at this time. He found a place and sat down, muttering constantly.

"I don't know if I can go back alive." A mountain man next to him sighed, with a deep depressed tone.

"Don't think about it, we can definitely go back." The mountain man who was close to the man hurriedly said angrily.

"We have been staying in this valley these two days. I heard from those who have returned from investigating that our army has been broken up. If we don't leave this ghost place, I am really afraid that we will never be able to leave." The speaker looked around and lowered his voice.

Originally, it was strictly prohibited to spread information in the army, but Wang Shoutian, who was sixteen years old before, was not familiar with this set at all, so he naturally could not control the spread.

Rumors and sighs, as if they were contagious, rang out one after another around them.

The mountain people's chests were very dull. The greed and desire for military achievements had long been beaten away by a series of failures and deaths. The desire for life gradually overwhelmed other desires.

"Why don't we go back to the mountain?" One person said, and the person who made this suggestion thought the more he thought about it, the more he thought this method was feasible: "We are not officers and soldiers, we just went out to fight for some food. Now even officers and soldiers themselves are unable to do it. Why do you die for them?"

"What you said makes sense."

"But, are you leaving? Can they let us go?"

"What are you afraid of? You can't break up after a big shot. We have more than ten people. Now we are fighting, and everyone is over. Are you still afraid that they won't succeed?"

"That's right, let's discuss it?"

"Let's discuss it well." After saying that, a few mountain people began to connect with their fellow villagers.

"Soldier, the situation is a little wrong." The first thing I found out was the bench.

The bench is the youngest in this team, but because he is a child from a doctor's family, he has medical skills and has strong observation skills.

"What did you find?" He Zhong, who was patrolling and worried outside the grassland of the camp, saw that the bench looked a little ugly, frowned and asked.

"Just just now, the mountain people changed their medicine for them and found that they had abnormal movements. I heard a few words, as if they wanted to be deserters!" The bench had a childish face with a look of doubt: "I think this is very possible!"

"We are the soldiers of the Grand Commander. If they really dare not obey the orders, they will leave, aren't they afraid of the Grand Commander's anger?" someone said coldly.

These people are both seventeen or eighteen years old and are villagers. No matter how they learn literature and martial arts, they are limited to their qualifications and are only at this level now.

"What if they are willing to do anything?" Although the bench is small, he is very clever and thinks a lot, pointing out a possibility: "If we really get into trouble with them, this place is a wilderness and will be defeated again..."

He didn't finish his words, but the few people present were not fools, and they understood it as soon as they heard it.

"They dare!" A man almost jumped up when he heard this.

Several people looked at each other, obviously lacking confidence.

Where can I go to check if a few people die in such a place?

"Brother He, what should we do if this is the case?" Another person looked at the resting places of the mountain people and asked uneasy. When it came to the critical moment, these people only called "Brother He" instead of the commander.

At this time, He Zhong, who had not spoken, sighed and said, "Then we can only invite a little official!"

"Little official?" Everyone snorted coldly.

"Brother He, why do you value him? What abilities do he have? What problems can he solve when he wakes up?"

He Zhong couldn't help but shake his head and whispered: "Don't say anything. No matter what, he is the leader of this team, and many things can be done just right..."

Listening to these words outside, the young man got up thoughtfully and sat up. He saw a long sword not far away. He took it down and pressed it on the mouth of the scabbard. The long sword popped out with a "defying" sound.

Reflecting the early morning light, looking closely, the sword was covered with green, and it turned out to be a top-notch sword.

After playing for a while, the boy smiled and his eyes were dark.

Some memories are extracted.

"Sure enough, the soul of this indigenous body returned to eighteen years ago and the moment before he got into a quarrel with the mountain people? Sure enough, even a hero in history did not become a day. This famous figure actually had many mistakes and regrets when he was a teenager." The young man thought leisurely: "Now, it's all cheaper for me! I didn't expect that in the 21st century, I had learned and realized myself, and I really practiced the art of immortality and reincarnation without being confused!"

The boy smiled bitterly: "However, what kind of world is this? Judging from memory, it is obviously not the earth, but it is very similar to the ancient Chinese civilization. Could it be a illusion?"

"No, absolutely not. I can clearly feel that this world is not a world of consciousness, at least the three-dimensional structure has been determined."

Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but feel the stern. He closed his eyes and meditated and tried to sense it, but then he thought about feeling the spiritual energy of this world. Suddenly, his face changed drastically.

"What is this? Haoran's righteousness? It actually closed my orifices?"

While the boy was meditating, a white air hovered in his body, which actually solidified his body. This was a method of protecting the body without any evil, but the boy was not his original master and could not command it.

This in turn greatly restricts the young man.

"Damn it, isn't this imprisoned in this body?" The young man smiled suddenly after a moment of hunching: "Forget it, I was on earth in the past and was in the Dharma-Ending Age, and it was the same. At that time, I could learn to enlighten myself. How can I not be able to do it now? But now I am under Wang Shoutian's body and I am subject to it. I can only completely resolve Wang Shoutian's belief."

"This righteousness is condensed by the beliefs of Wang Shoutian or Wang Hongde... Compared to memory, this is its essence. What exactly does it want to do?"

To solve the belief, one is to crack it with force, and the second is to complete the belief. Both are the ways of kings and dominance, and other ways are difficult to completely solve.

Since it is impossible to crack it with force, you can only complete your beliefs.

The boy replayed his memories again, and countless memories kept flashing in his head like a revolving lantern.

"The Han Dynasty is broken and the country is in trouble. How can I be ashamed of it because of death? I am ashamed!" A voice did not dissipate for a long time. With this voice, Haoran's righteous energy flowed slightly, emitted white light, and his body was also affected.

The sharp nails pierced into the palm of his hand while clenching his fists.

It hurts very much, this is the residual will instinct of the body!

"Change the fate of China, hey, this host really has a problem for me." The young man murmured: "Especially now, hum!"

In my memory, Wang Shoutian was now carried out of the battlefield by He Zhong after his defeat, and then rested in the small valley. Later, Wang Shoutian and the mountain civil servants separated, and brought people to the deputy generals to defend the city. Finally, when the general was in charge, he led his army to counterattack.

This method cannot be wrong, after all, there was not much choice for Wang Shoutian at that time.
Chapter completed!