In the endless darkness, Zhan Shang screamed in fear, but slowly, he felt that his body began to become softer, and the force that was tearing his body around had completely disappeared.
He was like a feather, floating slowly in the dark space, falling down little by little.
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Am I landing?
Zhan Shang was surprised by this feeling. Although he still couldn't see anything in front of him, he was not as scared as he was at the beginning.
Will I go to hell?
Just as the fear in Zhan Shang's heart dissipated, curiosity surged into his heart again.
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This was his first time to die, and he had never experienced the situation after death. Now this strange event made him consciously full of expectations.
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After drifting for nearly half an hour, he still felt like he was still in the air, and his eyes were as dark as thick ink.
Helpless Zhan Shang, who no longer knew what fear meant, let his body slowly float down to an unknown place.
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I don’t know how long it took, but Zhan Shang, who was already feeling numb, suddenly discovered to his surprise that the darkness in front of him was slowly dissipating, and wisps of bright light shone in!
There is light!
His eyes widened in surprise, watching the dark world gradually illuminated by light, as if a burst of sunlight was shining in.
But the moment he saw the light, he suddenly felt a sharp pain throughout his body, especially in his chest, which felt as if he had been pierced through!
"He's awake, miss, he's awake!" A woman's voice rang in his ears, making Zhan Shang feel excited.
Are you not dead yet?
If you can feel pain, that means you are fine and you are still alive!
Oh my God, it's a miracle. My soul has been separated from my body, and I can still be saved.
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Zhan Shang was overjoyed and couldn't wait to find the female voice who spoke and see which beautiful nurse MM was taking care of him.
But as he opened his eyes and looked for the target, a shocking picture appeared in front of him.
Zhan Shang unexpectedly found himself lying in a small tassel tent, surrounded by a quaint ancient environment. He was lying on a show couch covered by a small tassel tent. There were wooden tables and chairs in the room.
Wooden round stools and wooden dressing tables.
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There was also a gleaming bronze mirror on the dressing table, which surprised him even more.
In what era is this, do people still use bronze mirrors?
His eyes wandered around the room, and he became more and more confused.
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There are tea sets on the table, wooden window lattice, and a loom for weaving and embroidery placed near the window.
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There is also the faint fragrance coming from the embroidered brocade quilt covering her body. This place actually looks like a woman's boudoir?
Zhan Shang looked toward the bright light and saw the back of a woman wearing a green dress and a maid's bun on her head, hurriedly walking out the door and soon disappeared.
No way, have I traveled to ancient times?
He couldn't believe in his heart that the scenes in such novels and TV shows actually happened to him today!
While he was thinking wildly, the severe pain in his body came again. The corners of his mouth were so painful that he couldn't help but crooked. He stretched out his hand to lift the brocade quilt to see what kind of damage the body had suffered.
But Zhan Shang tried to use all his strength, but found that these arms seemed not to belong to him and did not obey his control at all.
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He tried to move every movable part of his body, but in the end he only came to one conclusion.
Except for the eyeballs that he can control, no part of his body can move. It seems that no matter how he controls it, these body parts belong to others and he has no right to use them!
Even if Zhan Shang tried to control his breathing and the rise and fall of his stomach, it seemed to have no effect.
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What's going on? Is the body so seriously injured that it doesn't obey the control of the brain?
He had no choice but to give up the experiment, closed his eyes and began to think about the problems he was facing now.
There is no doubt that he has traveled through time!
Damn it, it’s so frustrating to travel through time just to make a fool of yourself!
But he knew very well in his heart that he was a soul traveling through time. Before he came here, his body had been turned into coke by lightning, so this body could not be his.
Zhan Shang seemed to understand that his soul occupied someone else's body.
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But who will be the owner of this body?
Also, what dynasty is this?
The fear of death has just passed, and he is already looking forward to it with excitement. Like the novel, he can have hundreds or even thousands of years of historical memory, create his own dynasty in this era, and be surrounded by beautiful women.
, achieve a generation of hegemony!
Gaga, it’s so cool!
"Sir, are you awake?" A delicate voice, like an oriole emerging from the valley, sounded in his ears.
Let me go, it’s really ancient times, call me Young Master?
Zhan Shang struggled to open his eyes, trying to find the source of the sound.
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He saw an anxious and beautiful woman calling him anxiously at this moment.
His eyes suddenly lit up. The woman in front of him was like a fairy. He almost sat up in surprise.
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This woman's skin is like snow, her black hair is pulled up into a high bun, the pearls on her head shine dazzlingly in the sun, she has curved eyebrows, a straight little nose, and slightly raised bright red lips. She is so beautiful.
