"Hiss, it hurts!"

Ye Qing opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling like his whole body was falling apart, and there was pain everywhere.

"Ah, Xiaoye, are you awake?!"

Suddenly, an old man in his sixties with gray hair came to the bedside and stared at the awakening Ye Qing with a hint of joy: "Xiaoye, what do you think? Are you okay?"

Ye Qing held the edge of the bed, slowly sat up, touched his stinging head, and said weakly: "Who am I? Where am I? What happened?"

As soon as you open your mouth, there are three questions in life!

The old man's face was full of worry and concern: "This is your home! Xiaoye, what's wrong with you? You don't remember what happened before?"

"My home?" Ye Qing rubbed his head and took a rough look, only to realize that the place he was in was a strange room.

The room was very simple, with worn-out tables and chairs placed haphazardly on the floor. The walls made of withered grass and yellow mud had cracks like spider webs, and wisps of cold wind poured in from the gaps. There was a permeating coldness, and even

The thick quilt on his body could not cover him.

"This doesn't seem to be my home? Where am I?" Ye Qing frowned, and when he saw the old man, his eyes were full of shock.

Because, he found that the old man was wearing a long robe and a hair crown on his head, exactly like an ancient person.

"This is not my original world?! Did I travel through time?" Ye Qing looked confused and shook his head vigorously. I just stayed up all night to watch the World Cup. Isn't that what it is?

Because he couldn't remember the previous events, Ye Qing was full of doubts, but he didn't speak rashly. He thought for a moment and said, "I... I have a headache, and I can't remember anything?"

The old man sighed, with a trace of pity in his eyes: "You probably hurt your head. It's okay. You can just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

"Hey, Xiaoye, I watched you grow up, just like my grandson. I have to give you a good advice. Your arms can't twist your thighs. You can't keep the two acres of fertile land your parents left you; Chen Zheng

It's not something you can offend, so what if you sell it to him? Why are you so stubborn?"

As the old man narrated, some fragmented memory fragments gradually emerged in Ye Qing's mind. In his memory, this is a dangerous world. There are weird, mysterious, and dangerous monsters all over the world. There are only cities inhabited by humans.

The village is relatively safe. His parents in this body were killed by a monster attack about two months ago while they were out farming.

After his parents passed away, only Ye Qing was left. Yes, the original name of this body was also Ye Qing, and he was left with two acres of fertile farmland. This world is extremely dangerous and full of monsters, so farming is the only one left.

It is limited but very important. Two acres of fertile land can be considered a relatively large inheritance.

The so-called ordinary man is not guilty of carrying a jade. Just after his parents passed away, a martial artist in the village took a fancy to his family's land, which is what the old man said, Chen Zheng. He wanted to buy his family's land by force, but the price given was

It was very low, so Ye Qing was naturally unwilling.

When the forced purchase failed, Chen Zheng used all kinds of threats and provocations. Ye Qing was young and energetic, and his parents had just passed away, so he was in a bad mood. So when Chen Zheng provoked him yesterday, he became angry and attacked him. He was an ordinary person, how could he

He was the martial arts master's opponent, so he was beaten up by the opponent and has been in a coma to this day.

"Is this because you failed to show off and got slapped?" Ye Qing rubbed his eyebrows and smiled bitterly. It was probably because the original body was seriously injured and died, and his soul traveled to this body: "This way of death is a bit useless!

"

Seeing that Ye Qing lowered his head and said nothing, the old man continued: "Xiaoye, we can't afford to offend Chen Zheng, why don't you stop being stubborn? Besides, the price Chen Zheng gave is not low, otherwise Xiaoye, you can

Sold?"

Ye Qing was in a heavy heart and had no time to think about this. He said perfunctorily: "Grandpa Cheng, let me think about it again. I just woke up and my head is still a little dizzy."

The old man is his neighbor, named Cheng Hui, a lonely old man. When his parents were still alive, they took good care of him, so the relationship between the two families has always been relatively good.

Cheng Hui suddenly realized, with a concerned look on his face: "It's me who's confused. Xiaoye, you just woke up. It's time to have a good rest. I'll put the food in the kitchen. If you're hungry, you can warm it up yourself. I'll go back first."

"Thank you, Grandpa Cheng!" Ye Qing nodded and said thank you.

Cheng Hui waved his hand, leaned on crutches, and walked out of the room shakily. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the old man's figure was reflected, hunched and desolate.

After Cheng Hui left, Ye Qing's head felt a dull pain again and he fell asleep in a daze. He didn't know how long he slept before Ye Qing woke up from hunger.

"Is it midnight?"

After waking up, Ye Qing's eyes were filled with darkness. The weak moonlight penetrated into the house through the narrow door cracks and windows, but it could not dispel the darkness as heavy as lead clouds in the house. It was as if there was a ferocious beast, dormant in the darkness, cold and gloomy.

Depressed and frightened.

"Where's Huo Zhezi?"

Ye Qing sat up, and based on his memory, he touched the fire folding stick on the bedside and blew in it hard. Just as the orange flames bloomed in the darkness, suddenly, a cold breath passed by, and the orange flames were immediately extinguished.

"Ahem..." A cold breath passed over Ye Qing's body. Ye Qing felt cold all over and couldn't help but cough a few times.

"Huh...huh..." Ye Qing blew a few more times, and the flames suddenly died out. The cold breath hovered around him and lingered for a long time, making the whole room become more depressing and terrifying.

Ye Qing couldn't help but shudder and looked around suspiciously. He always felt that someone in the room was watching him.

Ye Qing swallowed, calmed down, blocked the fire folder with his left hand, took a deep breath, blew out hard, and with a "peng" sound, a burst of orange flames rose from the fire folder, dispersing the darkness.

"Phew, it's finally light." Ye Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and the warm flames slightly dispelled the fear in his heart.

However, the moment he raised his head, a gloomy and pale woman's face suddenly appeared in front of him, only an inch away from him, staring straight at him with blank eyes.

"Ah..." Ye Qing screamed and hurriedly stepped back, hitting the edge of the bed. The huge force made his whole body ache.

But Ye Qing ignored the pain, because only then did he see clearly that the woman only had the upper body, and the lower body was nothing, suspended in the air. The woman's expression was numb, her eyes were empty and lifeless, and her whole body was filled with a cold aura.

"Ghost... ghost..."

Ye Qing felt his scalp numb and exclaimed. His shout seemed to have alerted the female ghost, who floated directly towards him.

Before the female ghost could get close, the cold breath invaded his body, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"Go away..." Ye Qing held the fire folding bag in one hand, grabbed the pillows and quilts on the bed with the other, and threw them at the female ghost in the air.

The female ghost was like a ball of air. Those things went straight through the female ghost's body, unable to stop her at all. The female ghost floated straight in front of Ye Qing, stretched out her hands, and strangled his neck.

A flash of green and black appeared on Ye Qing's neck, and an endless cold aura enveloped him, as if it was about to freeze his life.

"Giggle..."

Ye Qing struggled hard, but to no avail. He only felt that his body was getting colder and weaker, and the darkness in front of him was getting closer to him, swallowing him up bit by bit.

"Am I going to die again?" At the critical moment of life and death, a thought flashed through Ye Qing's mind: "However, I think I can still save him."

"I remember that there seemed to be something hidden in the cracks in the wall. It might be able to save my life."

Under the pressure of life and death, Ye Qing had a strong premonition and impulse in his heart. Perhaps this was the survival instinct left in his original body.

Ye Qing struggled to throw the fire stick he had been holding in his right hand towards the female ghost. The female ghost was obviously a little afraid of fire, screamed, let go of Ye Qing's neck, and floated backwards.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Qing took a few deep breaths of air, used all his strength, and hit the wall at the head of the bed. With a "bang" sound, the wall surface fell off, and there was a slight crunch on his wrist.

There was a loud sound, obviously the sound of cracking bones, and a heartbreaking pain came to my mind.

But Ye Qing ignored the pain, gritted his teeth, grabbed a piece of clothing, wrapped his fist around it, and continued to hit the wall.

At this time, the female ghost, after dodging Huo Zhezi, rushed towards him again,

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Ye Qing gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and the veins on his arms were exposed, and he hit the wall hard again and again.

"Crack", a large section of the wall collapsed, revealing a square secret compartment the size of a head, with a black, old wooden box inside.

"That's it!" Ye Qing's eyes lit up, he threw off the clothes in his hands and grabbed the wooden box in the dark room. At this moment, the female ghost also came to him, just like before, grabbing his neck with both hands.

.

"Go to hell!" Ye Qing suddenly lay back, dodged the female ghost's attack, pulled out the wooden box from the wall, opened it, grabbed the contents, and threw them at the female ghost in the air.

Several movements, done in one go, as fast as lightning.

"boom……"

A bright light exploded in the air. The light was dazzling and mixed with a scorching power. It was like the blazing sun in the sky, and it instantly illuminated the dark room like daylight.

"ah……"

When the female ghost in the sky came into contact with the light, she howled miserably, and her numb and hollow face finally revealed a touch of fear and fear. However, the next moment, before the female ghost could turn around and run away, she was directly covered by the scorching light in the air and burned to ashes.

The scorching light lasted for about ten breaths, and then was completely extinguished. A worn-out yellow talisman slowly turned into ashes and scattered in the air as it fell.

"Huh... finally, it's finally over!" Ye Qing looked at the female ghost and Huang Fu that had turned to ashes, and sat down on the bed, breathing heavily, sweating all over his body, and looking like he was exhausted.

It was only then that he felt pain like needles all over his body, and he also felt extremely tired and weak.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I have this yellow talisman." In my memory, this yellow talisman seems to be the body's parents, who bought it at a large price from a wandering Taoist priest. It is said to drive away monsters and protect the home.

His parents had always kept it at home, never used it and had no chance to use it.

He once thought that the wandering Taoist priest was a liar and that the yellow talisman was also used to bluff people.
Chapter completed!